Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius - Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius chapter 132

Agnes – 7

“What do you want?”

I watched for a moment at Fillet, who had a stiff face as if nervously. I did what I wanted over there first, so it would be better for me to answer as well.

“About Agnes.”

As soon as he heard those words, Fillett frowned and opened his mouth.

“I can never tell a story about the young lady… .”

“What she likes. Is there anything you dislike? The place where Agnes stayed the longest in the city.”

“… yes?”

Hearing my request, Fillett put on a puzzled expression. It’s as if what you imagined is different from what I asked for.

When I saw that, I burst into laughter. I asked Fillett with a grin.

“Then what do you want me to ask for?”

“Of course it’s a weakness… Something like an easy way to capture a young lady… .”

“That sounds stupid. Even if I don’t know about my weaknesses or how to do it, Agnes is lower than me. You should have figured that out a little while ago, right?”

“… … .”

Wheelett shut her mouth. If I didn’t notice it even in the face of the superlative momentum, I must have misunderstood the man in front of me.

But as if my eyes weren’t wrong, Fillett remained silent.

positive sign. He also knows that what I said was not wrong. But I just can’t afford to admit it.

Silence was the best he could do.

“I wonder why he came up with such a thought in the first place. Have you not seen with your own eyes that I never threatened Agnes?”

In fact, it’s a little odd. It’s okay to be wary because you’re a stranger, but you’re still Agnes’s guest.

Do I need to be so vigilant? Enough to think I’m taking advantage of Agnes’ weakness.

“… That’s because a lot of things happened to her.”

And the silence that followed made guesses of some of the stories hidden behind Agnes.

Although I didn’t hear it from myself, from the look on the look on the look on the face of Agnes, it is clear that there were many bad people around Agnes.

“I don’t normally doubt it this way. It’s a lady who brought me here, so cheering me on is not enough… .”

“It means that there is a reason why you have become so vigilant.”

“yes.”

Fillett took a deep breath and continued speaking.

“Noble, right?”

“okay.”

“Looking at the way he dresses and behaves, he seems like a pretty high-class person.”

I nodded my head without saying a word. He did not necessarily add that he was the eldest son of the Duke of Philasia.

Fillett trembled as if he knew that.

“The atmosphere in the city is chaotic right now. A son of a nobleman who recently came to visit is behaving like crazy.”

“Aristocratic restraint?”

“Yes, he was the son of Earl Enfield.”

Count Enfield. There is no particular character that comes to mind. I’ve only heard his name as a Count. But why is a boy about the count’s son in a country like this?

“I’m standing.”

“ah.”

Wheelett’s answer clears the question. Although he is the son of the count, he is a bastard. Since you are far away from the succession ranks, you would rather want to wield power here.

It’s a typical trash attitude.

As I frowned, Fillett flinched and asked cautiously.

“So, did you just come into the city? The checkpoint must have been tight.”

“Inspection?”

“Aren’t the soldiers blocking the front of the city?”

I shook my head for a while, but nothing like that. No, to be precise, there was, but it never stopped me.

Is it because you joined the party at the top?

“Even though he is the eldest, he is the son of the count, so he has a tight grip on the village. Even if it’s a little bit, I have enlisted soldiers and I stir them around.”

Wheelett added that he also had a driver with him.

At that, I quietly nodded my head. The wheelets are intermediate. It was enough to subdue the privates, but there was no way to even target the knights.

“But is there any reason why you can’t come in because there is a checkpoint?”

“No, not like that. But there are times when he will come and do things.”

Fillet scratched his head as if in a headache and muttered.

Since it’s a small town, the count’s son should be able to hold it tight. As a result, they seem to be picking up some items while checking in.

“If that’s the case, it has nothing to do with me. After all, I came with Sang Sang on the way.”

“Top… mean?”

Wheelet tilts her head. I asked him if there was any problem.

“Oh, no. It’s not easy to hear the top in this area.”

“is it.”

“Yeah, did you ask what Agnes likes more than that?”

He nodded at his question. If you know ahead of time what you like even after leaving here, you will be able to use it when you are in trouble.

Thinking like that, I followed Hulett. Until the sun sets over the horizon and becomes night.

**

As night fell, the stars were shining and shining. Unlike the Earth, the degree of visibility in the countryside, the capital, or the stars is similar.

I glanced up at the sky. The twinkling stars also look down on me.

“The light of the sword contains the stars… .”

I glanced down at the sword in my hand. It was a sword obtained from the blacksmith in the village. It doesn’t matter if you use your fists, but the sword was more comfortable.

As Agnes said, the skill of the blacksmith in this area was excellent. It is comparable to the craftsmen of the capital. Choosing one of them was not easy.

However, I couldn’t just sit there, so I picked one. He was a blacksmith who looked old even by pretending.

Next to him, Fillett said I was a senior, but the blacksmith nodded as if he had already expected it.

He even handed me a sword. A crude, but neatly sharpened sword. The blacksmith gave me this sword with a very proud expression on his face.

“If my sword can be used by a swordsman who has reached advanced levels, it is the greatest comfort in a blacksmith’s life!”

The smile of the blacksmith who smiled cheerfully did not contain the slightest self-interest. He only wants his sword to go to a good swordsman.

was an old man I don’t see many days to live, but I keep pounding on iron.

It was supposed to be called a giant. His strong fighting spirit and mental power did not disappoint the title of craftsman at all.

After watching the blacksmith for a moment, I tried to pay the gold coins.

The price of the sword was not silver, but ten fairy tales. Considering the effort contained in the sword, it was an outrageous price. Since no one was buying the sword, the price must have come down so much.

But the old man refused. Instead of paying, he asked me for one thing.

“Show me the auror.”

The blacksmith who requested the Auror, the old man’s eyes were full of flames. It is not flashy, it is not strong, but it is a softly shining fire.

The light of the black river resembled him.

The overflowing mana resonates. You seem to like this sword. Recognize the fruits of your efforts, and accept them slowly.

After watching it for a while, I asked the blacksmith to wait a moment. In exchange for a little time, I’ll show you something better.

It’s not just an advanced Auror, it’s what I have.

“It doesn’t matter.”

without even setting a time limit. The old man accepted my offer.

His eyes have a sense of detachment. It seemed that he was vaguely aware that his lifespan was short.

Nevertheless, he accepted my offer.

“Maybe he was noticing.”

The insight and wisdom that comes from long experience can sometimes see the future more accurately than prophecy.

Age is something that cannot be ignored. And especially if it is mixed with wisdom.

I slowly wiped away the sword containing the blacksmith’s efforts with my fingertips. The finish is neat. It looks like it was made with great care.

Draw the sword in that posture. The overflowing mana carefully settled into the sword. A momentum with an intermediate Auror. Traces remain in the air for a while and then disappear.

“Treat the sword like a human… .”

The blacksmith told me so. He said that kendo needs a break and prepares. He insisted on me, saying that even if it’s a famous sword, it’s easy to break if you treat it like a tool.

Reflecting on his words, I looked down at the sword. The blacksmith’s sword vibrated briefly. The sound contained in that vibration is unusual.

In a different sense than before, I slowly stretched out my sword.

I tried to contain the stars while illuminating the moon. The best way to advance as a sword existed there. sword steel. had to control it.

so as not to break the sword.

He swung the sword he gave him. Without swordsmanship, Aura, or Mana, none of them.

Try moving with power. Carve that feeling into your body. Thinking that maybe ignorantly swinging a sword might be the way to go.

Once again.

swung his sword

“What are you doing here?”

A soft voice is carried in the night wind. I turned my head and looked to the side.

Agnes was there. As usual, wearing a neat uniform.

She had something in her hands.

“What is that?”

“Oh, are you talking about this?”

Alcohol.

Agnes said so. To be precise, it was beer, and he said that the fillet gave it to him.

At that, I frowned. This is because Agnes’ injection came to mind.

However.

“Would you like a drink?”

“If you want.”

Because this week I decided to give her what she wanted. I slowly put the sword into its sheath and looked at Agnes.

“I want it.”

sure doctor. It wasn’t Agnes’s answer, but it didn’t matter because the words came out of her mouth. I took the glass and looked inside.

The moonlight was glimmering in the glass.