Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death - Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death chapter 87

A crossbow, like a bow, is a weapon that uses both arms. The correct posture is to hold the crossbow close to the shoulder and aim at the target after eye level with the crossbow.

But the jackal, whose shoulder hadn’t fully healed yet, couldn’t possibly take that position.

A crossbow resting precariously on a plaster cast.

A crossbow raised almost to the boat position made its accuracy unreliable.

‘And even if it hits, it’s a problem.’

The height at which Pilbo floats is almost 3 meters from the floor.

It is a height that can never be safe if a person who cannot move their body as much as they want to fall, not knowing if their limbs are free.

Philbo is his servant.

Jackal didn’t want to lose him.

Bastia, who was looking at the scene, said with a small sigh.

“Miss Miri. Put him down.”

“I can’t help it. Zakaal. Shoot it.”

Bastia made a noise and changed the direction of the conversation.

“Frodoga’s idiot! If that dancer saves your swordsman, I swear to ensure her safety!”

It was unlikely that a verbal oath would have any effect, but it was Bastia’s effort to mediate the situation. However, the Jackal was not the type to cheat, even if he could use tricks.

“I don’t like it. Even if I put him down, she will die by my hands.”

“Why should I!”

“That bitch is a key member of this ridiculous plan of insurrection. It is to turn this special performance hosted by my family into a skit.”

Of course, the ‘special performance’ the jackal was referring to was not the circus performance he had done before. I was referring to the exhibition of the bodies of the members that had just been held at the parade ground.

Blood was leaking from the thread that tied Pilbo’s neck. The jackal was on the wall, so I couldn’t see his condition, but I could predict that his time was short.

The jackal was silent for a moment.

There are fools in the world who lose everything they have because they cannot throw away one thing. It was such a thing to beg that bastard to save Pilbo.

‘Stupid swordsman. If I put down the crossbow now, is there a guarantee that that bitch will obediently save Pilbo? It’s rather plausible to expect that he’ll kill me as a bonus.’

And Jackal wasn’t such an idiot.

he made up his mind

The index finger on the trigger of the crossbow slowly closed. It was a tough decision, but I had no intention of changing it. Bondi escort warriors are those who must be prepared to face death.

The jackal said firmly, hoping Pilbo was still conscious.

“Pilbo. You were indeed an excellent swordsman, and a trustworthy escort for the Frodo family.”

The words that followed made the jackal’s eyes red for a moment.

“I will put up your statue in the most visible place on the coast of Province.”

The jackal lowered his stance. Since you can’t load a crossbow with one hand, there’s no second. A single shot that would be fired at the price of one’s own servant’s life.

If I didn’t get it right, I would blame myself for the rest of my life.

“In the meantime, thank you for your loyalty.”

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No answer came from Pilbo, who was hanging with his back against the wall.

It didn’t matter.

The jackal held his breath and concentrated on keeping the crossbow still.

And at that moment, Bastia was not looking at Pilbo, but at John.

‘What is that guy trying to do?’

It was Bastia who had already observed the way Yohan used the sword through the test. I don’t know why, but that disciple uses swordsmanship similar to the gisaeng brother he sent to the prison.

But the stance Yohan was taking now was not the stance he had shown in the past. A wooden sword pulled behind the shoulder, a posture similar to that of a javelin.

If the intention was to throw a wooden sword, a similar posture might emerge.

However, the direction was strange to see it that way.

If you want to hit jackal or pilbo on the castle wall, you need to set the direction of the tip of the wooden sword higher. The direction of the horizontally laid sword was too high even though it seemed like throwing it to hit Pilbo.

“What are you doing?”

Instead of answering Bastia’s question, Johann shouted in a loud voice.

“Jackal! Stop shooting!”

There was no answer from the jackal.

He was desperately concentrating on miri from his strange posture.

Yohan, who gritted his teeth quickly, began to move with small steps while taking a long breath.

Miri had to be saved.

But he didn’t have the talent to climb up the wall like she did. No matter how well she tried to look at it, she seemed vengeful, and would not let go of the thread in front of the jackal’s loaded crossbow.

Ta- Da- Da- Da- Da-

Watching the stride that gradually increased, Bastia was able to figure out what Yohan was trying to do.

3 steps, 5 steps, 7 steps… Finally, John reached right in front of Pilbo and threw away the wooden sword he was pulling.

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Not up, down.

His [Arms of Justice], which were firmly inserted, became a lever. Picking up his wooden sword, he jumped up, kicked and rolled over the wall, and leaped once more. Up until this point, Bastia had expected the action.

‘But what next?’

at times.

John threw away the wooden sword that had been touching the ground. It was to soar even higher. Yohan managed to keep his balance and jumped in front of Pilbo, who was hanging with his arms outstretched.

Bastia tilted her head slightly.

‘What are you going to do?’

If what he wanted was to bring down the dancer from the top of the castle wall, he would just hug Pilbo. I don’t know what kind of strangeness gave her such strange abilities, but in any case, the two are connected by that strange thread.

As a dancer, it would be difficult for her to bear the weight of two men.

But in this case there is a problem. Considering its height, the safety of neither Pilbo nor the dancer who ‘made him a man’ could not be guaranteed.

I didn’t think that that bold but clever disciple wouldn’t even think about that much.

And Bastia’s thoughts were only half right.

John grabbed Pilbo’s side with one arm as if hugging him. Then, before his own weight was added, he swung what was in his right hand.

At that moment, Bastia, who did not know about John’s ‘inventory’, really sighed.

It was because in John’s hand, he heard something he had never seen before.

‘Monster teeth? … Where the hell did he come from?’

It was obtained from a mercenary soldier who came to kill him a long time ago.

The top-class booty, [Hidesolau’s Fang].

The system log is as follows:

[Hidesolau’s Fang (Spoil)]

[Rating: Superlative]

[A dragon’s tooth that can also function as a core of magical power. It also has an inestimable value for hunters.]

That was all the explanation, but the developer, Yohan, also talked about the features that were not written there.

This item, which can also function as a core of magical power, can also be used as an anti-horse to block other magical powers.

baek!

The tip of Johann’s fang landed on Pilbo’s head. To be precise, on the magic thread that hangs him.

The two magical substances with different nuclei sparked with a crackling sound. Along with that dazzling light, the smell of soldering rose up.

Eventually, the thread, which had not budged even as he pulled up the large object like Pilbo, snapped with a thumping sound. John hugged Pilbo and fell to the ground.

A heavy cooing sound resounded from the two men who had fallen, and Yohan, who served as Pilbo’s cushion, realized that his resolve was not enough. I didn’t hit my head, but my back hurt like crazy when it hit the floor.

“Kooo-!”

Vomiting came up along with a disgusting taste, as if the intestines were compressed. But what was more unbearable than that was the sound from above the wall.

Peeing-

The sound of the protests, which were full of tension, releasing the suppressed power.

John could identify the identity of the sound.

“No!”

The flesh pushed out by the string of the crossbow flew straight toward Miri. But at that moment, she stumbled under the weight of Pilbo, who had suddenly disappeared. I couldn’t react to the flesh of the crossbow with such a collapsed posture.

Push-!

A sharp nib poked into her side. Then, covered in blood, it escaped through the other side.

‘I got it right!’

The fatal wound was a sniper for sure. Then the jackal gritted his teeth and looked down at the wall. To look at one’s own escort.

But he didn’t understand what was going on down there.

‘That bastard saved Pilbo???’

It was the correct answer.

What happened after that wasn’t what he expected.

The moment John met the jackal’s eyes, he brought the dragon’s teeth to Pilbo’s uvula. He spoke in a suppressed voice, ignoring Pilbo, who gasped and breathed heavily.

“Let her live… Then, I will spare your escort.”

Jackal is momentarily confused by an unexpected hostage. Soon he realized that John was unaware that he had already shot Miri with the crossbow. He looked at Miri, who was sitting on the floor of the wall, and said to John.

“Why do you protect that bitch so much?”

“Lee Nam.”

“… great. If you save Pilbo, I won’t attack that bitch anymore.”

“It’s funny, and it’s funny.”

The last words were Miri’s. Uncharacteristically for someone whose side had been pierced by an arrow, she pushed herself up with both hands on the floor.

“Naal goong gyeo hadeon ma aldeon eun, you two ul eu eu eu eun, in my son, I am in the middle of the day.”

The jackal took a step back. What I saw in front of me was not a person, but a monster. A thread protruded from the hole the arrow had pierced and was stitching up the wound. Like a surgeon’s suturing operation.

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Nothing has changed.

Miri took a step toward the jackal. Kill the jackal in front of you, go down and kill Pilbo.

But Miri couldn’t take that second step.

It was strange.

She turned around to see what was blocking her step.

It was because of the thread.

The thread extending from his left leg was tied to the female robe on the wall. Eventually, the thread that hung the pilbo contracted pyrically toward her palm, creating another letter.

‘You have to run away. already.’

Miri looked at the letter and said with a growl.

“I’m going to go to the middle of the day.”

‘The arrowheads were poisoned. The intestines are swelling.’

“I’m lost!”

‘Then, I have no choice but to do it by force.’

The threads that stretched all over her body began to hinder Miri’s walking. It was like the muscles and threads were playing tug-of-war inside her body, and Miri had to fight her own body.

Her body convulsed.

The bizarre fight, in which Sil and his muscles tried to make different movements, ended with Sil taking control of his body.

Miri’s footsteps continued.

in the opposite direction.

After several attempts, she confirmed that she couldn’t stop her steps and started to cry.

“uuu!!! Doongjieid-eul’s sweet Nuugaa comforts me!!”

Despite her cries, she actually did what she had to do. It began to descend outside the castle on a thread tied to a woman’s attire.

“uuu!”

Landing on the floor outside the wall, Miri started running. Towards the woman who continued to cry, in fact, he created letters again.

‘If you still think of me as the general manager, wait for the time. already.’

The letters were messed up again to form a new sentence.

‘I am Grinchoff.’