The Golden Sun of the Academy

Chapter 97

For Isabel (2)

“A hawk is medicine for a beast.”

I spoke to Count Alfonso, who was blushing and breathing heavily.

“Poop… … !”

The sound of the princess on the podium barely holding back her laughter could be heard intermittently.

Perhaps because of Lee Yoo-ra’s personality, if there were no people around her, she would have been laughing and rolling around on the floor.

Of course, looking at my face right now, it was absurd that I was saying such a thing.

When I looked at my right hand with the gauntlet thrown off, the back of my hand was covered with soft golden hair.

No, maybe a person has a lot of hair.

Isn’t that what adults like to say?

‘Look at your intellect and inner self.’

In that sense, the opponent in front of him has returned from a beast to a human.

It was a pity for me.

Enemies who lost their composure were easy to deal with.

Count Alfonso, who had been struck by the gauntlet, did not immediately attack. But it wasn’t that he showed superhuman patience or anything like that.

It was only when I was suddenly hit that I woke up.

why did you come here

who is here

What will you gain by answering the duel?

I could clearly see how much the abacus was bouncing in his head as his eyes rolled around.

Nobles are loyal to the king only when their interests are guaranteed.

Even if he is the leader of the royal knights, he is also a nobleman.

With the title of the kingdom’s first sword, he naturally looked back at King Leopold.

The old king, who had been sitting on the throne and looking down at the platform, finally got up.

His face was obviously full of wrinkles, but he made a twisted grin all over his face and his eyes glowed more dangerously than ever.

“… … Count of Hribach. Do you know who Kyung has challenged to a duel?”

“Yes, Your Highness. The leader of the royal knights and the first sword of the kingdom. Count Alfonso.”

“Are you going to proceed anyway?”

Even if numerous nobles participated in the party, the king was also a human being, so he must have set priorities in his mind.

Through the king’s pupils staring into my eyes, I sensed that it was a kind of test.

It was a duel with nothing to lose from the king’s point of view, so there was no reason or justification to stop it.

Leopold is just seeking mutual consent to avoid his responsibility.

At most, unsavory things happened at parties hosted by the king, but the duel was the best event to arouse excitement.

cleared his throat

“majesty. I am a noble.”

son-in-law is quiet

Silence descended everywhere, like a thin cloth.

“Also, he is a noble and a ‘knight’.”

“A knight is ‘one who knows honor.’ I have no intention of backing down.”

-match. match. match… … .

The old king nodded quietly and clapped his hands.

The sound of his applause was enough to dispel the silence that settled in the hall at once.

When the king started to hit, the dogs of the kingdom following him began to follow him everywhere.

As soon as the cover of applause was created, the swings began to whisper quietly again.

‘Do you know why I hit?’

‘Do you know me? They just follow His Highness.’

‘Such an idiot-! Isn’t it because he praised the mindset of nobles and knights with the body of Ain? do some studying You came to the party well with that kind of intelligence.’

‘ah… … It must have been like that. But since you always explain this to me, is there any reason for me to study separately?’

‘If Count Alfonso steps down from here, he’ll be neither a noble nor a knight.’

When the king stopped applauding, the nobles stopped again.

He made the hall quiet at once with a light gesture.

“Something unpleasant happened, but I hope this will solve it. Prepare for a duel.”

Leopold raised a glass of red wine that was shaking.

The aristocrats under the podium followed him and picked up their glasses.

“For the kingdom of Adria.”

‘For the kingdom of Adria-!’

‘For His Highness, King Leopold-!’

The wine swaying precariously in the glass reminded me of the blood someone was about to spill.

I was staring at the wine.

I inhaled it at once.

The wine that touched the tongue was sweet and bitter.

* * *

After chanting Isabel, a seat was created immediately.

In less than 30 minutes, the garden in front of the party was opened with a tent, and a rare sight arose that was filled with aristocrats.

As always, the king and princess were at the highest point where everyone could see them.

“I didn’t manage to set up a substitute knight. Wouldn’t it be better to stop the cow behind you?”

Alfonso’s blonde hair in a bun caught his eye.

It’s a hairstyle that seems to tell you to look down on yourself like a phantom.

But don’t be fooled.

No matter how much I am also a swordsman who has reached the Expert-Expert- level, it hasn’t been long since I entered.

But even so.

“Right… … , I lose my confidence when I stand in front of you.”

“Then get down on your knees right now… … .”

“Jill himself.”

‘Bad-.’

He took over the sword from So Ain, who brought Ivan’s sword.

A 2M-long giant claymore without even a scabbard.

It is a sword that has not been properly sharpened and is unmatched for its ruggedness.

If it was a human knight, even lifting it would be difficult.

‘oh… … , Is that the sword of Ain?’

‘This is the first time I’ve seen such an ignorant sword.’

-Pak!

“If I win, you will immediately disappear from this banquet. ah! I’ll cut all that mane off before I leave. I will spend this winter warmly.”

He raised the sword he had received in front of him with the point on the floor.

I could guess Ivan’s swordsmanship just by looking at his sword.

Even if you can’t use magic.

A master of heavy swords who is highly regarded as an excellent knight.

“If I win… … .”

It reminded me of Ivan’s end in the original work.

A beast that wasn’t honest.

A traitor whose heart is pierced by the sword of the prince’s party who falls in love with the princess he kidnapped as a hostage and eventually falls for the plot of the humans who used her.

Ivan chanted Isabel’s name until the last moment when his eyes closed and the blood flowed out of his mouth.

The scene of Alfonso’s wrist being blown off, unable to cross the wall of magical grace, was still clearly visible.

The moment when his own wrist was cut off.

The moment when everything Ivan had built up in his life collapsed.

What was Ivan thinking?

Did he resent God for not giving him magic power?

Or did he criticize himself for falling into the obvious human scheme?

Or else… … .

Did he regret not being honest with the princess?

For some reason, it hasn’t happened yet, but my heart is pounding.

My heart, which always laughed cheerfully, felt as if it would tear.

Ah, is it the emotion caused by Ivan’s remnants of peeking into the future through my memories?

I grabbed the handle of the sword at eye level with both hands.

The strong beast’s heart began to extract mana with greater performance than a human’s.

Mana is supplied along with blood boiling hot along the veins of the whole body.

Starting with anger and immersed in Ivan, I accepted his sadness without filtering.

A turbulent wave of dense, thick emotions wrapped around my whole body.

“… … Count Alfonso, you will not survive.”

He raised his sword for a true goal, not a sense of duty to clear the dungeon.

Is it because of the sense of liberation?

Or is it because of Ivan’s body?

The claymore gun was heavier than usual, but today the sword felt too light.

He drew his sword at once and slashed it down at Count Alfonso.

A human longsword and a beast’s claymore crossed.

* * *

He slashed his sword at Count Alfonso.

Perhaps because of his confidence in using magic, he naturally raised his longsword to block my sword.

I couldn’t block my sword.

-bang!

The sword slammed into the floor at once and his eyes wide open as if they were about to tear proved how flustered he was.

Humans who can use magic greatly increase their physical specifications.

Its body is comparable to that of a demi-human of a higher rank.

then.

How far will Ain’s physical ability to use magical power rise?

The answer is right in front of you.

Alfonso’s shoulder girdle, which he managed to free himself with a twist of his wrist, fell to the floor with my claymore in two.

If he hadn’t displayed his skills at the last moment, he would have been split from shoulder to waist.

It was my first time handling claymores, so I wanted to finish it in one blow if possible.

“Sorry.”

“Oh, it’s like a beast… … .”

I exhaled as calmly as possible to keep my head cool.

Satisfied with the result made only with pure muscle strength, I put it finely deep in my heart.

It’s still too early to get excited.

He must have known that I couldn’t use my magic yet. Because of the pride of the first sword, he will not use magic unless I draw it.

That’s why I didn’t use the mana that spread throughout my body in part.

Because there is no need to throw away the advantage you have.

Even while thinking about this, he naturally swung his sword.

Backing up my lack of magical power and physical abilities with swordsmanship is my specialty.

However, now there is no shortage of magical powers and physical abilities.

no.

Rather, it overwhelms the opponent.

Every time he swung the huge Claymore, a roaring sound and a gust of wind roared around him.

Count Alfonso’s smile was shattered by one sword, and Count Alfonso’s composure was broken by this sword.

I was a lion hunting prey.

Alfonso is a prey that runs away with all his might to avoid being hunted by wild beasts.

This place, where Count Alfonso and I were fighting bloody battles, became a different space.

The arena of those who know honor.

A battlefield where magic exists, but cannot be used for their own reasons.

His status as an aristocrat made him care about the eyes of others.

The honor of being the number one sword became shackles and strangled his ankles.

My eyes met with Lee Yoo-ra, who was watching the duel with the king holding her breath from the highest place.

I felt it the moment I saw her eyes shining bright like stars floating in the night sky.

Now is the time to tell you that I am the golden sun.

A typical princess would close her eyes tightly and avoid looking away.

However, it seemed that he didn’t want to miss even a single moment. Looking down with a bright smile, she was a warrior.

mouth and hands.

speech and writing.

all is not necessary.

A warrior speaks with a sword.

Using the weight of the heavy Claymore, he stopped his swinging sword.

In this world without ties, who knows the swordsmanship I will use from now on… … .

only her and me

Because there were only two

I thought hard about how to express it effectively to her.

In this world, I and Lee Yu-ra are just outsiders visiting for a short time.

Because he borrows the appearance of Ivan and Isabel, his body is only occasionally affected. That person is a completely different person… … .

… … Are you affected by the body?

I got a sense of how to convey it.

I’m in the state of being possessed by Ivan’s body.

It wouldn’t hurt to grant his wish.

I fixed my posture.

I could have expressed Ivan’s sincerity instead.

I’m sorry for Ivan, but he doesn’t know how to sing a serenade of embarrassing love.

I’ve never been so desperately in love with someone.

The nostalgia of first love has long been forgotten.

but.

It was well worth a try.

I remembered Ivan’s last line in the original work.

Only after going to the end of the end.

It is his sincerity that he uttered alone in a monologue.

Right now at this moment.

Ivan and I became one.

“I hope, I hope.”

[I hope, I wish.]

He began to grip the handle that he was holding tighter.

The swordsmanship that had been constantly struggling took shape.

Lee Yoo-ra still has a bright face and observes with interest.

The hem of her dress, which was about to be swept to the ground, caught my eye.

[Princess Isabel. I may not be enough.]

Lower the center of gravity by bringing it from the sword to the body.

Swordsmanship, which was only full of heaviness, becomes theft.

Noticing a change in swordsmanship, she narrowed her eyes.

Her raised eyes expressed a lot of doubt.

[I am also proud of my golden mane.]

It reminded me of Ivan’s mane that had been burned on the battlefield.

[The sharp split pupil.]

He recalled the life of Ivan, who was pierced by an arrow and lived only seeing half of the rest of his life.

That half life was also a war.

[It may seem awkward to you as a human being.]

Seeing Ivan return from the battlefield covered in blood, Isabelle always expressed her uneasiness.

[However, I want you to know this.]

In front of Isabelle’s tightly closed door, Ivan always quietly turned around.

[The sword I wield.]

He pulled the handle of the huge claymore up to his chest.

Yura’s eyes widened. I can see her hands holding onto the hem of her dress getting stronger.

[The reason for the war.]

I put my left hand on the blade close to the blade and pressed it down hard.

Conversely, his right hand trembled with all his might to lift the blade.

I could see her mouth wide open, wiping her wet eyes.

Not knowing why the tears were flowing, she stared at her tears on the white glove.

[The purpose of living.]

The power of the whole body was condensed into a single point.

Power gradually gathers at the tip of the sword.

Like a taut bowstring on the verge of breaking, it was ready to shoot.

[From the moment I saw you, there was only one.]

Having become one with Ivan, I gathered the breath that was rising deep in my chest and let it out.

Count Alfonso was bleeding in front of his eyes, becoming rags from the sword I had wielded.

I put Ivan’s emotions burning hot in my heart into the sword.

[that… … .]

Words that were quietly recited in secret, always raising the sword on the battlefield.

The words that the deceased Ivan hadn’t been able to say.

“For Isabel—!”

Instead of magical power, he fired the sword with all his heart.