The Golden Sun of the Academy

Episode 82

Erosion(2)

[…] … With a scabbard… … Do it.]

“… … what?”

[Please don’t take off the scabbard… … .]

I laughed out loud when I heard Yelliel’s words.

Well, it was a hundred times better than not allowing it at all. If she did as she said without taking off the scabbard, it would be enough to wipe the scabbard.

no. And if you’re going to ask for it, you just have to accept it coolly.

“Will that be enough?”

[Well, then what more do you want? Just brush off the dust on the scabbard.]

“… … If you want that far, I will do it.”

– Woo-woo.

I know what you want to say, so please be quiet.

If Kang-hyeok were to wake up like this, he would become an embarrassing Santa Claus who was caught sneaking presents into Christmas stockings.

A state in which the scabbard is not removed.

It seems that this is the maximum possible compromise with her.

As if he would never yield beyond this, Yeriel vibrated his sword body.

When I thought about it, I thought that the scabbard was a kind of clothing for a sword.

So, the silk covering the black sword’s scabbard must be about the size of a very expensive coat.

It’s funny when you think about it.

The gossip stopped at this point, and the black sword wrapped in silk was propped against the wall to the right.

Maintenance has just been completed, but if you leave it on the bare floor, it will get dirty again.

“Are you really okay?”

[…] … uh. It’s really okay.]

He cautiously reached out his hand toward Yeriel, who occasionally sparked.

Take a slow, deep breath, as usual. don’t be nervous

It was different from the swords I had touched so far, so my hand as I reached for Yeriel was trembling secretly.

The swords I’ve dealt with since becoming the golden sun were the replica of the signature sword, the long sword for training, and the black sword on my right side.

Among the three, none of the swords could be said to belong to the famous swords, and at least the most excellent swords were replicas (replicas) that were less than half a penny of the original.

“If so.”

The hand that had slowly stretched out finally landed on Yeriel’s scabbard. Just by the feel of it in my hand, I could tell that it was a famous sword whose main body and scabbard were made in one piece.

Even though it was a scabbard that was soiled and dirty here and there, the feeling of being wrapped in the hand was nicer than the handle of a fairly good sword, and it had been wrapped around.

[…] … eww.]

Caught in the palm of her hand, Yeriel only makes a soft sound of pain.

I didn’t say anything in particular.

Before it started, he refused to do so, but once it started, he became quiet.

Embossed gold ornaments are attached to the white iron scabbard.

I don’t know what the decoration is made of, but judging by the feel. It seems to be made of ivory or horns of high-ranking monsters.

If there is something like a stone grain, there is a risk of damaging the scabbard that is close to the work of art.

To prevent that, brushing it off was a priority.

I have such a beautiful scabbard at best, but it would be a waste if there were any scratches.

With the opposite left hand, he took out a piece of silk and began to lightly brush off Yeriel’s scabbard.

– Took.

As the light brown soil powder that had been buried is brushed off, a little bit of pure white color is revealed when you first see it.

Seeing the white color slowly revealing, I feel relieved inside.

I felt the same emotion I felt when I saw the first snow falling on Christmas.

How much neglect can the sword break to this extent? Should I say something to Kang Hyuk?

As he continued to brush off the dust from Yeriel, he turned his attention to Kanghyuk on the bed.

The guy is all over the world, doesn’t know the world, and is still self-absorbed.

“Ugh, lucky kid… … .”

Seriously, no matter where I look in the world, I can’t find a colleague who takes care of me like this.

If Yeriel had been an ordinary longsword instead of an ego sword, he would have stopped immediately, threw it in Kanghyeok’s face, and gone to sleep.

– Took.

While he was shaking off his sword while thinking about this and that.

“uuu-.”

The sound in my ears stopped my action like a still screen.

The source of the sound is Kang Hyuk on the bed. I even stopped breathing, fearing that there would be a sound of breathing.

At this time, Yeriel also stayed still without generating sparks that were crackling and popping.

“Ugh… … hmm.”

Crazy, I thought my liver was falling.

Kang Hyuk, who turned his head around with a frown, soon regained a comfortable expression.

“Whew-. Ah-oh. It scares people.”

[…] … .]

For a moment, because I was so nervous, a cold sweat broke out on my forehead before I knew it.

His sweaty bangs bothered him, and he ran his hands through them.

The bangs that fall back are fixed by sweat.

now it’s better It was quite annoying.

The work of dusting off the surface of the scabbard was coming to an end.

– Took.

The moment when I was about to start working in earnest after brushing off the cutting edge.

[Hey, Taeyang. stop.]

“… … huh? What do you mean?”

[The dusting is over. Please, stop here.]

“hmm… … .”

Certainly, as she said, the dusting work on the surface was finished. However, it was a bit annoying that Ego Sword, which belonged to the class of famous swords, was being treated like this.

Should I ignore the resistance and continue?

I thought about it for a while, but this wasn’t it.

You stupid bastard, think of your original purpose.

The original goal was to win the favor of Yeriel and Kanghyuk, but it wasn’t just flirting.

While I was thinking, the sound that eased my worries came from the bed again.

“Ugh… … under.”

Kanghyuk’s eyes, which had been lying dead, were wriggling and showing signs of waking up sooner or later. No, at least it is like this at this time. I’m really going back

“madam… … We still have a long way to go.”

[Ah, quickly drop it off next to Kanghyuk and go. Because I don’t need any more!]

“Ha, yes. Kanghyuk, this guy cuts off the flow when he’s at his best.”

He quickly put Yeriel next to Kanghyuk and hurriedly began to tidy up the place.

At least the traces of my grooming of Yeriel must be erased!

I hurriedly began putting the things I had brought into the open bag.

Have you ever moved this fast? I played with my hands so hard that I wanted to.

In any case, it is certain that Kanghyuk will hear the story of my presence here later.

Even if you haven’t maintained enough to show off Yeriel, you’ll be grateful for taking care of it, right?

“Once I go? See you again tomorrow.”

[…] … Hurry, quickly!]

Yeriel, this one came into my hands for the first time.

Although I haven’t been able to maintain it to the end, the first time is difficult, the next time will be easier than this time.

And just in case It’s hard for Kanghyuk to do it, so he might ask him to do it first.

I feel proud that my sincerity has been conveyed in my own way.

Sooner or later, I’ll have to teach Kanghyeok the proper polishing method.

Leaving Kang Hyuk lying down and Yeriel lying neatly next to him behind. came out of the infirmary.

It was a day full of bright smiles.

* * *

On the finely laid silk, Yeriel could not hide her tension as she saw the hand of the golden sun approaching.

It was the first time I had been so easily put into the hands of someone other than the owner.

No, I don’t know if I can call this pure.

My cheeks turned red when I recalled the whetstone I was hit by the golden sun in my imagination.

The subtle scent of jingom incense was enough to make her even more drowsy.

The pleasure of grooming in delusion and polishing in front of my eyes was unimaginable, but what about the real thing?

There is a saying that imagination is the best seasoning.

As the pleasure from the golden sun gradually amplified in her head, the golden sun’s hand was on top of her head.

The golden sun’s growing hand eventually grabbed Yeriel’s sheath.

[…] … eww.]

The feel of her hand through the scabbard made Yeriel groan.

I feel the warm warmth. And soft.

It was Yeriel’s first impression of the golden sun’s hand grasping the scabbard.

The touch felt through the thick and hard scabbard touched Yeriel’s senses awkwardly.

It was just grabbed, but it was on a different level from the point of view of being directly hit.

Grab your breath at once.

It is a position selection that is fundamentally different from Kang Hyuk, who always took a clumsy position with a clumsy posture.

The feeling was the same as expected, but the stimulation was lacking due to the sheath blocking the gap between her blade and Golden Sun’s hand.

So, in order to feel that sensation even a little bit, Yeriel had no choice but to concentrate.

not enough

I want to feel a little more. The scent of ginseng oil intensifies.

– Took.

His scabbard hand scratched the itch, but something was lacking.

Because of the scabbard, it doesn’t feel right.

This… … , not what I wanted.

thirsty Thirst began to rise.

– Took.

The scabbard covering her body is as resentful as it is at this moment.

I want to throw it off right away and tell Taeyang to sweep it up with silk.

Thirst, which had been sending subtle signals tickling, begins to soar like mad.

I can’t stand it any longer.

The moment Yeriel opened her mouth to change what she had initially said to just brush over the scabbard.

“uuu-.”

[Suck!]

I had no choice but to hold my breath. It seems that cold water has been poured on the mind that has been hazy and shimmering as if drunk.

At the same time, even breathing stopped.

When I realized who the owner of the pain was, the tension soared at once.

It was certainly not a wrong move, but strangely, I was nervous that Kang-hyeok, who was lying on the bed, would wake up.

Whoops, you crazy bitch. what were you doing

After clearing her mind, she made eye contact with Golden Sun, who was brushing off the dust on her scabbard.

It occurred to me that artisans feel extreme anger when their work is disturbed.

The golden sun reflected in her eyes was exactly that.

As long as he was grooming the sword, the eyes of Taeyang Geum, who was a sculptor, painter, and violinist, felt cold.

After Kang Hyuk, who had been tossing and turning for a while, became quiet, and Taeyang Geum began to focus on his work again.

you have to dry him However, the mouth did not come off easily, and in the end.

Was the anger at its peak? He sighed, brushing his sweaty forelock.

– Took.

A lack of sensation began to tickle Yeriel’s spine.

Can not be done. We have to stop now. But I couldn’t tell him to stop.

Rather, the nerves of the whole body focused on his hand to fill the lack of sensation.

A few short, regretful sensations passed by. You have to stop right now, there’s no going back if you go on like this.

If you accept the touch of the golden sun more, everything will be over.

After a lot of hard work, she was able to barely open her mouth.

[Hey, Taeyang. stop.]

“… … huh? What do you mean?”

[As I said briefly earlier, dusting is over. Please, stop here.]

“hmm… … .”

I was able to witness the agony of a young artist with ridiculous talent right in front of my eyes.

i want to get more But you can’t.

Yes, you have to cut it with a single knife. But if I cut it here, I don’t know when I’ll be able to get it back.

The sound that eased the troubles of Yeriel, who wrapped her head and moaned from a headache, came again.

“Ugh… … under.”

In the end, Taeyang Geum opened her mouth first.

“madam… … We still have a long way to go.”

[Ah, quickly drop it off next to Kanghyuk and go. Because I don’t need any more!]

“Ha, yes. Kanghyuk, this guy is cutting off the flow when he’s having a good time.”

For some reason, I suddenly thought that if Kanghyuk saw this, the child might be ruined.

And the ending wasn’t what Yeriel wanted.

“Once I go? See you again tomorrow.”

[…] … Hurry, quickly!]

Wake up Kang Hyuk, who is wriggling around his eyes. He quickly urged the golden sun. It really takes a while

– Knocked up.

[under… … My condition now… … ?]

There was nothing in particular that caught Yeriel’s vision as she quickly looked around herself. No, I looked closely and there was one.

[Damn, ruined… … .]

The blood that flowed from the thumb of the golden sun, which was cut while grooming the black sword, smeared on the handle of Yeriel while hurriedly arranging it.

She, who was only a sword, could not be erased.

Sitting next to Kanghyuk on the bed, Yeriel sighed.

It seemed that the tension that had been raised to the limit at once like a storm raged and collapsed.

As the adrenaline that had been filling my whole body drained out, I felt tired and thirsty.

Yeriel felt it in this moment.

The duster she received earlier was poison planted in her.

It was like drinking sea water for a thirsty shipwreck drifting on the sea.

It wasn’t meant to be accepted in the first place.

and.

“female… … Where is it?”

Kang Hyuk, who had been lying dead, opened his eyes.