Became a War Hero of the Academy - Chapter 11



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011. Descendants of the Sword (1)

Gulp.

Swallowing silently, Francia surveyed Eugene’s thoughts.

Although she tried hard to keep a poker face, she was just as nervous.

I just threw it out in a fit of anger, thinking that I had no choice but to lose.

“It’s special training….”

Whether he knew her feelings or not, Eugene Carter just silently caressed the corner of his mouth with a cold expression.

After a suffocating silence.

He opened his mouth again.

“Why?”

“I have a sparring scheduled for tomorrow.”

“Who is that kid from Hallenberg?”

“yes.”

Then, Eugene tilted his head as if it was unexpected.

“You don’t need special training to deal with that idiot. Isn’t there some other purpose?”

“Erik is not an easy opponent. Maybe not for you, Instructor, but for me….”

“Even in our current state, it won’t be difficult to beat him.”

“…Well, even if I win, it’ll be by a hair’s breadth.”

“The important thing is to win.”

Eugene spoke sarcastically, placing both hands on the table.

“Only results prove everything. That is the spirit of Carvena, as you well know.”

“…….”

No matter what kind of person you were in the past or how great your achievements were, everything is judged only by your current abilities and skills.

That is the spirit of Carvena, and soon the spirit of the Empire of Rivenia.

“no.”

but.

“Just winning isn’t enough for me.”

Francia could not agree with this at all.

The past doesn’t matter at all, only present interests matter?

Then what about those who were ruined because of that past?

Who will take their revenge?

Revenge only leads to more revenge, so the chain of hatred should be broken here, something like that?

Amid the ruins reduced to ashes, she vowed only one thing.

I will survive somehow and stab all those who destroyed my family.

To do that, he had no choice but to first seek status and power.

Because he was too weak to stand alone against those who had destroyed his entire family.

The place she desperately searched for a way out while enduring all kinds of contempt and neglect was, ironically, Carvena.

It was only Carvena, who symbolized the imperial spirit that ‘the past does not matter’, who gave her a chance.

That is why, instead of rebelling against the system, Francia chose to conform.

Because I couldn’t give up revenge, even if I had to follow their ways.

Even if you can’t agree, even if you can’t understand.

I think that if I can somehow get closer to my goal, that’s enough.

“Just winning isn’t enough….”

How did you take that determined look in your eyes?

The corners of Eugene’s mouth slowly rose.

It meant that he was starting to get seriously interested in this work.

“I like that.”

Eugene slowly got up and turned his head out the window.

“Come to the training ground behind Building E by 9:30 PM today. Tell the warden that I called you separately.”

“Oh, I see!”

“Then go.”

“Thank you, Instructor!”

With a salute, Francia left Eugene Carter’s private room.

A deep sense of confidence could be felt in Jaewoochi’s gait.

* * *

Those who had been bustling about the morning’s events returned to their daily lives as if nothing had happened in the afternoon.

The recommended courses for second year students, ‘Understanding Magic II’ and ‘History of Magic’, were both ended early.

Carvena’s curriculum focused on recommended courses until the third year, but these were entirely optional.

Usually, about 30 percent of the total students would choose the subject they wanted.

Anyway, since it was extremely rare for teachers to conduct full-time lectures starting from orientation, the students were able to spend relatively more time on their own.

Most of the 2nd year, 3rd class students who had rolled around on the dirt floor during morning training were resting in their individual rooms.

Of course, there were some exceptions.

In particular, Francia was headed to the training ground again despite being scheduled for night training.

And here.

There was another exception.

“Phew….”

Sitting at his desk in his private office, Erik Hallenberg took a deep breath.

My mouth kept gulping.

The green crystal ball, the size of a fist, had been flashing blue light since a while ago, oblivious to its owner’s mind.

The rare artifact ‘Tevrell Orb’, of which there are less than 100 in the empire.

Among the dozens of types of transmitting and receiving orbs, this was the only artifact that allowed real-time conversation between each other.

I left Billy and Philip outside for the time being, in case something sensitive was going on.

Eric looked at the orb with a worried expression.

The call came from his father, Jeff Hallenberg.

We did contact each other once a month, but that was regular contact because of ‘that work’.

In reality, it was a relationship that we had once every six months or so.

Even that was just one-sided criticism, and that was all the conversation was about.

That father contacted me again less than a week after the regular contact.

“…It’s obvious.”

Actually, I knew it even without you saying it.

I intend to pursue this matter.

There are many eyes leading to the outside in Carven, and most of them are controlled by pro-Bernhard forces.

No matter how secretly information is hidden, it will leak out in two days.

Such sensational news would spread in a much shorter period of time.

“Phew….”

To be honest, he wanted to ask, ‘Is this a problem that could become this big?’, but Eric had no expectations.

Because that’s what a father was to him.

He waited for a while, then poured a small amount of magic into the orb.

After a while, the orb turned purple.

In the crystal ball, a low, cold voice resonated like ice.

“You’re late, Eric.”

“…I’m sorry, Father.”

“Do you know why I contacted you?”

“yes.”

“…ha.”

The artifact even clearly transmitted the sighs on the other side.

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“I told you clearly. Try to avoid being noticed as much as possible.”

“Yes, you did.”

“The guy who knows that picks a fight with Eugene Carter from day one?”

“But Father! I just have a legitimate complaint against the injustice…!”

“No. I don’t want to hear any of your excuses.”

The son’s desperate cries were cruelly cut off.

Jeff asked with a pitiful tone.

“Why, did you really believe that idiot Albert’s nonsense?”

“In the meantime….”

“Well, let’s say I believed you a hundred times over. You’re just as much of a fool as that kid.”

Eric’s body began to shrink more and more as the verbal abuse continued.

“You must have heard the news about that guy causing a ruckus at the Academic Affairs Office. And what happened at the welcoming ceremony afterwards.”

“…yes.”

“You still made such a foolish choice after hearing that news?”

“…….”

“How dare you glare at a man whom even the Iron-Blooded Frederick could not do anything about and left alone.”

“That, that’s absolutely not true, Father! It was Billy who attacked! It’s a distorted rumor!”

Even Eric, who was complaining like that, actually knew very well.

That the truth of rumors no longer mattered.

‘A man from Hallenberg got into trouble with Eugene Carter and got screwed.’

Because that was the only thing people wanted.

“…No, that’s enough. My mouth just hurts. I should have decided this last year.”

I don’t want to give another chance to you, who keeps slandering Hallenberg’s name like this.

Jeff, who had been sighing repeatedly, continued speaking in a low, firm voice.

“I will voluntarily withdraw from school at the end of the first semester.”

“Leave, leave?!”

“As soon as the handover is complete, return to Levinel.”

“Wait a minute, Father! I haven’t…!”

With one cold word, my father ended the connection.

As the magical power on one side was completely cut off, the orb’s flickering gradually stopped.

After finishing the conversation, Eric put his head on the desk and kept muttering.

“This is ridiculous….”

You’re expelling me just for talking to one instructor?

What about the sacrifices I’ve made so far?

Does that mean that all of that will be gone?

“…no.”

That can’t be happening.

There will definitely be a way to make it up to you.

It will take at least ten days for the next buyer to arrive.

Until then, we just have to somehow restore Hallenberg’s honor.

By any means necessary.

* * *

At 9:30 PM on the same day, at the training ground near Building E.

Francia Brida arrived at the scene exactly on time.

I arrived 15 minutes ago and was just doing a light warm-up.

“Vena Liberia!”

Still, the knife-like salute angle was a bonus.

“The relief is done. Did you get some rest?”

“yes.”

What an example. You can tell at a glance that he hasn’t rested.

How can you lie without changing your expression?

‘… No, maybe he really thinks so.’

This level of training isn’t even training, it’s basically just resting.

I smiled faintly as I looked at her with a poker face.

“Let’s do a quick skill test.”

He came first and pointed towards the barrel with the wooden sword he had prepared.

“Bring one.”

“yes.”

She quickly pulled a medium-length wooden sword from the container containing practice swords.

I lightly swung my sword around, then aimed it diagonally at my opponent.

“Come on, come in. Think of it as a real battle.”

“…All right.”

Francia nodded slowly and held the sword in both hands.

At that moment, the spirit surrounding her completely changed.

“…….”

In response, all my senses began to become extremely sensitive.

Even the sensation of beads of sweat running down my jawline was vivid.

I opened my eyes wide, feeling saliva trickle down my throat.

‘If you let your guard down, it’ll all end in one shot.’

Francia Brida.

The sole successor to the magic of the sword that has been practiced for 140 years.

Even though her talent has not yet fully blossomed, her swordsmanship skills are above A rank.

When fully bloomed, she becomes a human weapon that can tear apart over a thousand demonic beasts with just one sword.

If it were Eugene Carter, the shortest-lived player in history, the odds of winning would be 5 to 5.

‘If only it were just Eugene Carter.’

I silently watched her prepare.

The distance is 8 meters.

The sword slowly moved downward from above, the right knee moved forward, and the body tilted obliquely.

A stabbing stance that can be switched to an offensive stance at any time.

The appearance up to now can be said to be a classic among classics.

‘Using this classic as a fake is the art of the sword.’

The only sword technique that can stab and cut at the same time.

Because that is the basics and essence of the sword technique.

Francia, who had finished preparing, took one last breath.

“Then… let’s go!”

It was a signal for a clash.

Before she could finish her words, I swung my sword sharply. Slashing down at a 60-degree diagonal angle.

As she rushed forward like lightning, two trajectories flashed simultaneously in front of her.

A stab aimed at the shoulder, and an upward slash aimed at the ribs.

‘The stabbing is real.’

We have to stop the stabbing!

… I kept shouting in my head, but the sword had already been swung.

A moment that felt like an eternity passed.

Teeing!

As the two figures overlapped, the wooden sword flew into the sky with a dull sound.

I slowly raised my head.

The crescent moonlight was clearly visible through the dim lanterns.

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