The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 74



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The soldier shouted save (74)

A host with the power to turn the world back to the past.

The reason I was sure the host was inside the Academy was simple.

‘It’s clearly different from my last life.’

The only thing that can change a repetitive life is a ‘host’ who can remember the previous life.

The one with the power of the host was manipulating the academy as he pleased with the memories of his ‘last life’.

‘I can find out who that guy is.’

He doesn’t know that there is another host who remembers his ‘last life’.

Because no one has ever had their life turned around at the Academy so well as he did.

‘If I had used the save first, I might have been tracked back.’

There is only one way to find a host at the Academy.

If you find all the differences from your last life and connect them, you’ll be able to guess who the host is.

‘I should tell Hye-rin too.’

After sharing the situation with Hye-rin with the party ring.

I started to take a close look at the parts of my life that were different from last time.

“Professor Mateo! Hello!”

“We are also drinking the Diffe tea that the professor drinks because it looks delicious!”

I carefully remember what the students said when they greeted me.

What the students showed me was a tea called ‘Diffé’ sold at a specialty tea shop called Coffe on campus.

‘It tasted like chewing on the grass on the ground.’

The reason I was forcing myself to buy and drink that disgustingly tasteless Diffe tea was simple.

Because it’s Matteo Gremory’s favorite tea.

‘But it’s only been two days and you already know that I enjoy drinking Diffe tea?’

When I discussed this with Hye-rin with some doubts, I got an unexpected answer.

“Oh, I just like cars and want to have a chat with you.”

“Why? Were you planning to become friendly with me and use me for assassination?”

“… … Yes? No, that’s not it! The girls just started talking to him because he’s handsome! What kind of mindset is that?”

He frowns at those words and looks in the mirror.

‘… … I don’t know the standard.’

In my previous life, there were many students who secretly looked at my face, but they never spoke to me as directly as they did today.

‘Is it because the 12 murders haven’t happened that the atmosphere has become so bad?’

With the image of the schoolgirls still in the back of her mind, she let her bangs fall uncomfortably, covering her eyes.

‘The second thing that has changed is the classes.’

Day 4 of academy life.

It was then that I felt that the students’ attitude towards class had changed.

“Like this, the demon will try to take away the human’s sword by inserting it between its long claws. That’s why you should never let the demon catch your sword between its claws, and if you do, move it forwards and backwards instead of left and right… … .”

Students concentrating with bright eyes.

I looked closely at the figure, figured out why he was so focused, and let out a sigh.

‘… … It was a change brought about by the hand of the demon.’

Professor Jaden, who was humiliated by the warriors in class last year, became the most popular professor this year.

By showing the hands of the demon, the corpses of demons, and the tools mainly used by black magicians in every class, and teaching magic in a practical way, the students were learning magic enthusiastically and with a sense of alertness toward demons.

‘That must be the result of that.’

Jaden’s Demonology class that influenced him until his first year.

Thanks to this, the academy requested that he teach the ‘Demonology including Swordsmanship’ class not only to the first year students, but also to the second year students.

‘Didn’t you say that if I accepted, Jaden would teach magic to the first years?’

If the host had intended it, it would have been one of two things.

Put Jaden in contact with a first-year student who is a candidate for sainthood.

Or, put me in contact with the second graders.

‘Jaden has the Hand of the Demon, so he must have been planning to put him in contact with the Saints.’

I had no intention of taking any risks to find out who the host was.

However, it was not a situation where I could refuse.

“Hahaha! Mateo! The day has come when we can teach demonology by combining swordsmanship and magic! Doesn’t it seem like a dream? Finally, I can properly teach about demons!”

I was convinced after hearing Jaden’s joyful words.

‘If you refuse this, people will suspect that you are not Mateo.’

A tone of voice that I am sure will make me happy too.

I couldn’t help but respond with an affirmative response to Jaden’s words.

“I will teach proper swordsmanship to second-year students as well.”

After all, Jaden is a freshman.

I was assigned to teach the second grade classes.

‘I have to be especially careful with Jaden’s lessons.’

I gave today’s work to the three first-year students, Croa, Lian, and Sujang.

* * *

After two weeks at the academy, something big happened that was different from my previous life.

“Fight! Fight!”

“What? You’re not as good at fighting as I thought?”

“… … Hey, shouldn’t I be stopping you?”

“Don’t stop me. Anyone who tries to stop a fight or nag the professor will die by my hand.”

Students building a fence with their bodies and watching something.

“… … Have you arrived?”

I quietly ask the headmaster, who has quietly stepped out of the group of students and is whispering in my ear.

“Why did you call me?”

The reason I came here is because the new leader of the party kept making ‘Away from Seat’ signs.

The leader pretended not to be with me or my group and reported the situation as if he was talking to himself.

“There was a warrior with the ‘Bigi’ special ability among the first-year students, and he challenged Lian to a fight.”

“… … You picked a fight?”

“It was Lian who ran in first. He was annoyingly chasing after Croa, saying she was pretty, and then he pulled her wrist.”

“Is that why Lian couldn’t control her anger?”

“It seems to me that it was intentional. That warrior’s gaze wasn’t one of love for Croa. It must have been intended to provoke Lian.”

A warrior who intentionally provoked Lian.

As I was calmly guessing his intentions, a rumbling was heard.

“Hey, hey… …. Isn’t that Professor Mateo?”

“Crazy, who called you?”

At the sight of the gazes turning back towards me, I walk towards the place where the students are gathered.

“… … Hey, hey. Back.”

“Let’s go. The professor is here.”

Students step back and make way for me, keeping up with my pace.

I looked at the blond haired boy at the end.

“Gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp… … .”

Lian, holding a wooden sword and panting with a bloodshot face.

The warrior in front of him laughs at the sight and says:

“Wasn’t it like a saint’s escort knight or something? Are you weak? Hey, Croa. Instead of her, you should make me your escort knight… … .”

At those words, someone rushes in.

Lian gritted his teeth and raised his sword high.

‘Handshake.’

The sight of Lian attacking with her upper body empty and sloppy makes me hit the ground.

“Kuuuuu, simpleton.”

The tip of the warrior’s sword shakes strangely.

A swordsmanship unique to the family, created like Lucas, who applied the swordsmanship of the Vermouth family.

Find the real one among the dozens of seemingly divided trajectories,

-widely!

Strike the wooden sword with the back of your hand.

“Tell me your name, I’ll give you a penalty point.”

Lian looks at me with wide eyes.

The blond boy lowers his head and cries out, biting his lip until it bleeds.

“… … This is Lian.”

“You get two points, Lian. Go back to your dorm.”

As Lian turned his back on those words and slowly walked away like a defeated soldier, someone quickly ran towards him.

“Lee, Lian, are you okay?”

Golden light that instantly heals Lian’s wounds.

As Lian tries to avoid Croa’s gaze and walks away, he raises his voice.

“Rian! Don’t fight, do your duty as a student.”

Do you understand what I say to you, do your duty?

Lian stops walking and stands next to Croa without saying a word.

“You also get two penalty points. Tell me your name.”

The warrior, rather than being intimidated by my words, smiled.

“Since we all know what’s going on, let’s just skip over it.”

Instead of answering that question, he lifts the wooden sword that fell to the ground with his foot and catches it.

“Do you know this is a fierce battle?”

“… … Of course. I don’t know that… … .”

“The weapon is a wooden sword. I will give you 20 strikes and a first strike.”

He straightens his sword and speaks to the frowning man.

“I will only use one strike.”

At those words, the guy glares at me with a hollow laugh.

“Ha, that NPC kid is so cocky. You started it first, so don’t make trouble for him later?”

Wasn’t it also the skills that overwhelmed Lian?

A blue haze rises from the bastard’s wooden sword.

“Wow, crazy. What level is he?”

“You’re already using up your mana?”

The look of a confident guy.

This time, a man with a unique gait, perhaps a swordsman from a different family, closes the distance and stabs with his sword.

-Whew!

A wooden sword that curves strangely like a whip.

The wooden sword brushed my collar, and a blue trail of light stretched out from my wooden sword.

“Ke, ke, keke… … .”

The bastard’s body rolls on the floor with his neck wrapped around it.

He suffered a serious blow to his neck from my sword, and his face was turning blue as he could not even breathe properly.

“Here, is there a candidate for sainthood? Heal her.”

Croa nodded at my words and approached me, extending his palm towards the bastard’s body.

-Pfft!

A pale golden hue that envelops the body.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh… … .”

Even though Croa’s healing is complete, the bastard still raises his body in pain.

“What’s that guy’s name?”

“This is Park Jae-hyuk… … .”

“Okay. You go back to the dorm too.”

After training a warrior named Park Jae-hyuk.

Another change has come to my academy life.

“Professor Mateo! Hello!”

“I don’t understand the swordsmanship you taught me yesterday, so could you please look into it for a little bit?”

Students who approach you with obvious affection.

and.

“Professor! I decided to drink Diffe tea too!”

“How many drinks did you have today?”

Among the people shaking the Dipe tea, there was an unexpected person.

“… … .”

The warrior named Park Jae-hyuk who beat up Lian.

When the disgruntled man met my eyes, he lifted something up and showed me.

‘… … Diphe tea.’

He stops walking with an indifferent expression and comes to a conclusion.

‘It’s not just about showing off what you drink. What’s the point?’

I look at the students with the Dip tea, who greeted me by moving their eyes from side to side.

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

A female student sipping tea with a frown, meaning that it was not tasty.

The schoolgirl, unable to bear it any longer, poured the Diffe tea she had paid for onto the flower bed.

‘I need to figure out what it means.’

I investigated everything from the flower language of the Diphe petals to whether the high-class tea house ‘Coffee’ was used as a place for secret communication, but I didn’t get much out of it.

‘This guy and this guy. And, this guy showed me the Diffe tea too.’

I found out the names of the students I saw in passing, copied them down, and marked them separately.

‘There are 5 Gerardians out of 42 warriors. It’s because they don’t show it, but there are actually more men.’

The girls waved the Diphe tea with a smile, but the boys simply held up the Diphe tea and showed it to me only when they made eye contact with me.

‘… It seems like a signal, but I don’t know what it means.’

What was more incomprehensible than the meaning was that the target of the signal was me.

‘Are you just trying to float?’

What if we asked a few suspicious people if they remembered their past lives?

I briefly thought that it might be the host’s trick, but I firmly shook my head.

‘This is not it. It’s unnecessarily complicated.’

If he wanted to test it, he would have tried to talk to a third party and see how they reacted.

‘Let’s discuss it again.’

If you can’t find the answer by yourself, do it with others.

As I was about to call my party over to discuss the ‘Depe Tea’ issue once again, something was left in front of the room.

“… … It was sent by the Gremory family.”

Matteo’s clothes sent by the Gremory family.

It was clearly written that way on the letter on top of the luggage,

“……what?”

The contents were completely different.

‘Beholder’s eye, Minotaur’s horn, demonic liquid… Is this flame paint?’

I put the meaningless lump of luggage aside and quickly look through the books on the Demonology.

‘I’m sure I remembered those things.’

My hand, which was quickly turning the pages of a book, stopped at a picture.

‘… … This is ridiculous.’

What is shown in the picture is the resurrection of the demon tribe.

Materials needed for the resurrection ritual.

There was only one reason why those materials were delivered to me.

‘Matteo was the one who killed the candidate for sainthood.’