I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy

333. Is it fair to cut a child in half

Often, when blacksmiths create a masterpiece, they give the weapon a name.

Hedgred, a famous blacksmith among the dwarves, a race of fire and iron, is said to have named more than ten swords in his lifetime.

What this means is that Headgrad’s craftsmanship was so good that he had to give each sword he made a name.

Of course, the standards of incompetent blacksmiths are so low that there are cases where they sometimes cheat by giving their own names, claiming to have created a masterpiece or something, but I heard that such cases are very rare as it is rare for a sword handler to fail to recognize an excellent sword.

So, most of the swords with these names are famous swords that are recognized by all swordsmen.

“Who is the blacksmith who made this sword?”

While sitting on a rock and polishing the Wolyeong sword, I suddenly became curious about the name of the blacksmith and asked Howol, who was standing next to me.

“This is a person named Yacheol, who was a blacksmith at Wolyeonghoe in the past. As far as I know, Wolyeonggeom is the only sword he gave his name to.”

“It’s surprising. It seems like his skills were very good, so why was he only able to make one?”

I looked around at the neatly cleaned Wolyeonggeom and asked that question.

Elegant yet sharp curves.

My blue eyes were reflected in the shiny blade of the sword.

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“As far as I know, after Yacheol created the Wolyeong sword, he put down the hammer, saying he was not confident in making a sword better than that. His disciple took over the blacksmithing.”

The name of the one-eyed blacksmith who was previously seen in Baek Do-hwa’s memories was ‘Yacheol’.

“It’s a pity. Anyway, no matter how much I look, I can’t feel the divine power I saw in the diary.”

“I think certain conditions must be met. We also lack knowledge about Western magic…”

Howell trailed off and quickly shook his head.

Howell, who had confessed her mistakes to Kaen a few days ago, was still paying close attention to her.

Kaen did not reprimand her because she had not officially become the head of the shoi and she had misunderstood Howol, but it was true that she could not hide her cruelty at the time.

Howell keenly felt how much deep murder the woman she fell in love with could exude.

“I will find a way and come back.”

“…No, it’s okay. I think I know how to handle it.”

Howell hurriedly tried to solve Kaen’s question, but Kaen quietly examined her sword. She slowly closed her eyes and opened them, and then she raised her sword to the sky.

When the Wolyeong sword blocks the bright moon floating in the sky, the sword rings with a chirping sound.

“Moonlight… It absorbs the moonlight… Like an innang…”

Ha-wol’s mouth widens at the enchanting sight of the white brilliance seeping into her Wol-yeonggeom.

“It’s a unique sword. The downside is that it can’t be used during the day without the moon and it takes time for the divine power to come into it.”

Kaen lightly swings the Wolyeong Sword.

The Wolyeong Sword imbued with divine power made a heavy humming sound as it cut through the air.

As she said, although the Wolyeonggeom had clear disadvantages and limitations, the fact that a human without divine power could handle divine power itself had tremendous merit.

Especially against demons.

“I think this will be helpful. I think we’ll have to deal with demons more often in the future.”

It was truly fortunate to obtain the Wolyeong Sword at a time when the establishment of the Anti-Demon Special Team was just around the corner.

It remains to be seen whether this will help in the relationship with Zeto.

***

“Do you remember me?”

“It can’t be Ms. Kaen… Isn’t it Ms. Baek Do-hwa? Even though it was a dream, I never thought I’d meet someone from hundreds of years ago twice.”

“Twice… Ah, it looks like you have already met Hanzo.”

Baek Do-hwa, who stopped caressing his cheek and held his hand near his temple, immediately stood up and took out the sword. He may have felt that the threat was meaningless because my reaction was calmer than expected.

By the way, how do you know that I met Hanzo?

‘Did you just look through my mind?’

This was my second time ‘communicating’ with Baek Do-hwa. I met him once at Hanzo’s tomb. The only thing I can guarantee is that the Baek Do-hwa I met back then was not an ordinary wooden doll with a transformation technique.

“I came to warn you.”

“A warning?”

“You probably think you have enough control over them.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Can I take it that you know everything and act like a fool, meaning you want to talk to me longer?”

“I don’t hate ghosts, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to talk to them more.”

“Puuu of, even the way you try to calm things down with a joke when you’re nervous is the same…”

Baek Dohwa burst out laughing at my joke and muttered softly. She has no idea what she is thinking.

“Unfortunately, I am not a ghost.”

“So you’re saying he’s alive?”

“You are very mischievous, Seobang-nim. You are not wrong. Baek Do-hwa is dead, but she is alive. She may have a different name and a different environment, but her essence is the same.”

“That’s a headache.”

I stood up, adjusting my bandage for no reason.

How did Baek Do-hwa find out that there was a bottle of warm tea in one corner of the tent? She poured the tea into a cup and handed it to me.

“Seobang-nim is no different from me. It may feel different now, but in the end, the essence is the same. If you say that they are branches growing from the same tree, you will understand quickly.”

The reason Baek Cheon-gyeol feels like a different person is because the surrounding environment in which he was born and raised is different, but in the end, it means that he is the same person.

“How did you come to visit me?”

I immediately took a sip of the tea and asked as I noticed the fragrant aroma rising from the hot tea.

“I guess it’s because I prepared well in advance. I’m a much more planned woman than you think.”

“Get ready…”

Does this mean that her appearance so far was all planned? Hanzo’s tomb aside, I was curious as to what led her to appear before her eyes this time, but there was something more important than that.

“So what warning do you want to give?”

“It’s a warning about the future.”

“It sounds as if you can read the future.”

“Well, wouldn’t it be easier to think that the prophecy that was just an imitation has ceased to be an imitation?”

“……”

When Dohwa says something meaningful in a voice full of laughter, she is left speechless.

This woman, she keeps reading my memories.

“I didn’t read it specifically. Since I went deep inside, I naturally learned about it. All the disappointing choices that the West made.”

“……”

As the confidant of Baekcheon Gyeol, the conquering king, there was only one choice that would have made her feel disappointed.

I declared that I would embrace everyone.

It was disappointing to see such words spoken by the reincarnation of Baek Cheon-gyeol, who was her husband, and not by anyone else.

“I expected it would be like this. Although there are a little more than I expected.”

“Are you trying to stop me?”

“No. It’s natural for women to gather around a great king. On the contrary, his previous choices were suspicious. If he had hidden women, he would tell them to bring them as concubines, but he would just say that there was no such thing. There really wasn’t one back then. “Maybe, but it just happened now.”

Dohwa opened the tent’s entrance and motioned for me to follow him.

Even though her eyes were covered with bandages, she casually made suggestions with visual information, which meant that she already knew she could see.

As we follow her outside, her bright moonlight shines on us.

“I don’t care how many concubines I have. But if I become a concubine, that’s another story.”

“Do we really have to divide it like that? I’m not really the king anymore.”

“Fair for everyone. That sounds plausible. But is it even possible?”

“……”

“Even if you give the same gift, you’ll fight over who gets it first. You only have two arms to give gifts at the same time. Ah, that lump of scrap metal is also an arm. Sir, you too… Have an arm. “Did you like her enough to throw her away?”

“First of all, I… I like it.”

Dohwa grumbled as she looked at her prosthetic hand for no reason at all.

“That’s enough. Even that piece of scrap metal can be a cause for dissatisfaction. Sir, if you have to throw away a bridge for me, or for Kaen, could you throw it away?”

“I guess I can just throw it away…”

“Now then, count the number of women left. That way it will be fair.”

One leg for Kaen. She gave Yuri one leg.

Bernice has one remaining arm.

‘Then should I at least give my head to Sierra?’

I was swayed by Dohwa’s words and counted the numbers, but there was nothing left.

“Do you understand now? How scary fairness is.”

“There is a better way…”

“No, there is no such thing. In the end, you will have to choose. And that means something bad will happen to you, West.”

Dohwa’s firm voice cut off my words.

She then glanced at me, caressed my cheek and declared.

“I don’t know about others, but if it were me or Kaen, I would definitely not be satisfied. I would fight and try to get it. But if I can’t have it… Then…”

Dohwa trailed off as she quietly took out her sword from her waist.

“……”

Then he thrust the sword at my neck.

Her pure white sword pierces her neck and her blood flows down.

“…Everyone will be unhappy. I think that maybe that could be the ‘fairness’ that the West so desires.”

However, the pain felt in Dohwa’s moist eyes seemed greater than the pain felt in her neck. Anger and sadness coexisted in her bluish eyes.

In the end, does death make everyone equal?

It was a difficult problem.

It was all up to me whether this was really a prophecy as she said, or whether it was just an incident where her wife from her previous life appeared in a dream and vented her anger.