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Aplia Academy.
This place, called the best academy in the empire, was huge in scale even a few years ago, but now it is nothing compared to then. The numerous war heroes produced by Aplia greatly enhanced its reputation.
Destroy, Lark Van Grace.
The Gray Witch, Resty Eleanor.
Shadow Dragon Shaman, Belnoa Van Dragonic.
Hero, Chloe.
Empress, Ayla Clen Cartedia.
Among them, there are five representative names, one of which is the Empress, the owner of the empire. There were many other war heroes… and this is not limited to just graduates.
Sage, Kelhalm Bel Artea.
Great Sage, Cardi Van Armiel.
Empire’s First Corner, Rania Van Trias.
A superhuman who made a great contribution in the battle to subdue the disaster. An ancient hero and a great sage who fought for a thousand years. And this is the place where the hero of mankind who ended the thousand-year war is teaching in Aplia.
The situation is such that it cannot grow unless the scale grows.
As a result, the expansion of Aplia became the most prioritized national project along with the expansion of the empire’s capital. With the assistance of the imperial family, Aplia continued to expand and branch out… As a result, the main school of Aplia came to be the size of a city.
The center of Academy City was thus formed.
“right now!”
Someone was shouting with a blood vessel standing on their neck.
“Bring Rania Van Trias to me now!”
Those who watched were surprised three times: once by the fact that they were raising their voices in the middle of Aplia, twice by the fact that they called the name of the best person in the empire without an honorific, and finally, by the fact that they were holding hostages.
“We are the successors of the great One, and we continue His will…”
“Great Skebal! Uphold the will of the great prophet! Oh, God of Wizards!”
The fact that they were wearing truly old-fashioned, drab robes was not particularly surprising. The fact that people still believe in an outdated pseudo-religion is quite surprising, but anyway.
“Make that damn bitch kneel before us right now. We request that the word ‘skull gourd’ that that witch-like bitch engraved into the history of the empire be corrected. This is extremely violent and blasphemous… .”
No one really listened to what they said.
The knights just surround them in silence. They will not be able to escape Aplia anyway, and their demands will not be accepted.
The reason the knights were quietly watching them was to rescue the hostages without any injuries. Because the situation was not urgent enough to subdue them, considering the hostage’s injuries.
It was around this time that the knights were waiting for them to show their weakness.
“Just like that witch…”
The warlock who was yelling the loudest was cut off. By physical means.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The head of the warlock holding the hostage fell to the ground. At the same time, the hostage he was holding disappeared, and the missing hostage’s voice was heard from the knights’ side.
“uh···?”
The hostage was standing among the knights.
Even the hostage himself was blinking, as if he had no idea what was happening. Something that happened in a moment that no one could follow. Those who can do something like this are so rare that even in the empire, they are counted among the top ten.
And, the knights realized that the first person mentioned among them had appeared here.
“Did you call me?”
A woman standing with her foot on the back of the head of a warlock whose head was on the ground. Her gray hair, tied in a ponytail, blew in the wind.
“La, Rania van Trias…”
With the voices of the warlocks panicking as their colleague fell to the ground in an instant, people’s eyes gathered in one place.
The first corner of the empire.
Rania Van Trias, the first pillar of the Empire.
She glanced at the remnants holding hostages. Did you say she was a pseudo-religious group that believed in Suke Bal? Rania smiled as she pondered the story she heard on her way.
“Quick, quick!”
“Don’t come near, witch! Kneel there and witness His greatness!”
This is the moment when they push the needle they were aiming at the hostage’s neck and try to activate the black magic. To anyone else, they would have been moving as fast as possible, but to Rania’s eyes, it all seemed like an infinitely slow scene.
She walked slowly as time seemed to stop.
Indeed, Skebal, that skull gourd is helpful even in death. Whenever she gets upset on the battlefield, she relieves her stress with sukebal. With her acquaintance’s wedding just around the corner, Rania was thankful that a cult that believed in Skebal had appeared.
It’s been a while since I can shake my fist.
Rania raised her fist to those who believed in Skebal and called him the god of wizards. To show God’s wrath. The fist wielded by the body of a half-god could be called the wrath of a god.
Kwasik, kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
God’s wrath punished pseudo-religions.
It was God’s somewhat selfish anger.
“Something like that happened.”
“The hostage situation in Aplia seems like they went overboard. So what happened?”
“What happened? I made porridge and handed it over to the knights.”
“I guess you didn’t kill him.”
“You can’t split heads in front of students.”
“Oh.”
Sword Canyon, leader of Galatric.
Sword Saint Kalt sipped his tea and laughed. At the highest point of the Sword Shrine built in the canyon, in the head’s office, Kalt was welcoming guests.
“So, senior.”
Rania van Trias.
Kalt asked a question while pouring tea for the great senior who gave him the building.
“What brings you here today?”
“To swing the sword.”
Kalt winced and stopped tilting the teacup.
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“···Are you crazy?”
“There’s nothing I can’t say. You.”
“Who knows what kind of accident you had while swinging your sword last time, but you’re going to pick it up again?”
Kalt’s complexion turned pale as he remembered an incident that happened a few months ago. Rania, who came to the Sword Canyon, watched Kyle’s demonstration for a while and said this.
“Just give me a sword.”
“I think you’ll understand after looking at it? I think I can do it. “No, it’s real?”
Like that, Rania held the sword.
And Kyle imitated the basic upper slash of the Galatrick style that he was showing a couple of times…
“Back then! They destroyed it! That building! It’s still being repaired!”
Kalt screamed, pointing out the window.
No matter how many times she imitated it, she could not get a sharp sword strike like Kyle’s sword wrapped in sword energy, so Rania at the time imitated sword energy by wrapping mana around the sword.
And in a very ignorant way.
The moment the sword filled with mana was swung, the mana wrapped around the sword was ejected like sword energy. As Kyle said at the time, ‘It’s like swinging it around and shooting it…’ It was Rania’s misfortune as she misunderstood the vague explanation.
The result of the collaboration between the worst teacher and the wizard with the worst sword talent… was enough to make Kalt scream.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The injected mana turned a shrine into ashes. Of course, he paid compensation to the full, but Kalt had to scream for a long time and preach to Rania never to pick up a sword again.
Several months passed since then, and Kalt touched his forehead as he saw Rania who came to try swinging the sword again.
“Senior, you must not hold the sword.”
“Why? I want to learn swordsmanship too.”
“No. Really.”
“Back then, I learned it from Kyle.”
Kalt, who was trying to deny it by saying, “Don’t make excuses like that,” soon fell silent. Because Kalt had understood over the past few months that Kyle had a destructive talent as a teacher.
“That makes sense…”
“right?”
“So you’re asking me to teach you?”
“huh.”
“But why suddenly?”
“I read that swordsmanship training is good for letting go of anger. The teacher also said that if I just move my body, I’ll get better.”
fury? For what?
After thinking for a moment, Kalt remembered the invitation that had also been sent to him and smiled bitterly. The only thing you can do is make the great senior who is called the best in the empire angry.
“Now that I think about it, Belnoir and Chloe are getting married soon. It’s something worth celebrating.”
Rania glanced at Kalt.
Unlike himself, who was trembled at the mere mention of a wedding, Kalt seemed calm. Come to think of it, Kalt is the same age as himself when he was ‘Raniel’. I guess you’re not that young?
“How old are you this year?”
“I’m thirty-six.”
“Don’t you get annoyed when the wedding story comes up?”
“Me? Why?”
Kalt tilted his head.
“I’m young, aren’t I?”
“Thirty-six?”
“Well, my body doesn’t age, right? When I was an aide, my senior sent me dozens of bottles of World Tree sap to tell me to work overtime. Thanks to that, I became half an elf, didn’t I?”
Kalt let out a laugh.
“It was so hard to drink and work that the alchemists said that upon closer inspection, they were half elves. Even the alchemists were dumbfounded, saying that this was their first time seeing something like this.”
How much of this expensive stuff have you been drinking?
Are you a benefactor of the elves? This is not a race that makes this in such large quantities. Kalt shrugged his shoulders, recalling what he had heard from the alchemists.
“I don’t get old, so does age have any meaning?”
Looking at Kalt, Rania slowly lowered her gaze. Unlike herself, who said she didn’t care about the outside world, her Kalt seemed to really think that way. Rania was a little jealous of Kalt’s aloof attitude.
‘I heard that training with a sword can also help you train your mind, and seeing that guy, it sure seems to be effective…’
In fact, no one around Rania cared about her age. Isn’t everyone a superhuman or has at least one way to stop aging? To them, age was really just a number.
Kyle, Sarah, Remia, Resty, Chloe, Belnoir, Lark, Natida, Ayla…
What’s more, even that Destel stopped aging because it received the blood of a giant dragon into its body? He must be thirty-six, he must be seven, but I heard he had no interest in anything other than acting.
‘no way···.’
Rania sipped her tea and frowned.
Is it really just me who cares about age?
In fact, doesn’t age have no meaning? But I’m thirty-six… no, thirty? Actually, it seems like 30 is young.
“Hmm. The tea is delicious.”
Rania smiled.
Kalt tilted his head as he glanced at Rania, who suddenly seemed to be in a better mood. Anyway, Gankalt headed to the training center to teach Rania her swordsmanship.
“Don’t even think about pulling out your sword energy, let’s start with your posture.”
Kalt grabbed his sword and took a stance.
The basic stance of the standard Galatric style. Kalt raised the sword to the top and struck it down. The posture was neat and the distinction between movements was clear.
“The sword should be held like this. Don’t hold it with too much force, but rather hold it like this.”
As the leader of Sword Canyon, Kalt was good at teaching others. He restored the lost Galatrick style, and established the foundation of Galatric style, which mostly consisted of techniques that could only be properly used by reaching the level of a superhuman.
The broken path of swordsmanship was reconnected.
For those who are new to Galatric, the broken and shabby old road has been renovated.
Referring to his accomplishments, the seekers of the sword praised him as being worthy of being called a sword saint, and began calling Kalt the Great Master of the Galatric style. It meant that he had sufficient qualifications to be the leader of the Sword Canyon.
“This is the basics.”
After unfolding the basic ingredients one by one, Kalt took a deep breath. Sword energy rose above the sword.
“Next is the Galatrick style, which you also know.”
The first ceremony, first sight killing.
Suddenly.
The sword energy of the moonlight waved and drew a straight line.
A clean sword mark was engraved on the wall of the training center adjacent to the canyon, making a sound. Kalt smiled, pointing at the sword mark with the tip of his sword.
“Let’s try to follow the basics first. You have better physical ability than me, so if you want to do anything, you should be able to follow the basics.”
“okay?”
“Yes, even if you can’t see the sword and can’t use the sword, who is your senior? You can break steel with your bare hands…”
Kalt laughed and took a step back.
Rania imitated Kalt’s postures one by one. I only saw it once, but Rania’s posture was neat and her walking technique was also perfect.
‘You were originally good at using your body…’
I didn’t know it would be like this.
Kalt clicked his tongue. Well, who is standing in front of me? Wasn’t he the person who achieved victory by defeating the sword of heaven, Kyle, with his bare hands?
He has a wealth of combat experience, and the transcendental physical abilities he gained through his experience ascending to heaven are worthy of being called a demi-god.
Huh.
The sound that resonated every time the sword was swung was quite scary. Kalt laughed bitterly at the sound of the wind blowing.
‘I wonder if he’s really becoming a swordsman like this.’
I was watching Rania swing the sword like that. Rania let out a long breath, hanging her sword behind her. Kalt’s attitude of killing a dog.
As if he couldn’t imitate that perfectly, his posture was sloppy. I’ll have to correct it after I swing it. It was around this time that Kalt was thinking this with his arms crossed. Kalt’s eyes narrowed. That was because his extra senses rang an alarm.
An alarm bell that has been ringing for the first time in a long time.
Why now?
Cold sweat ran down Kalt’s spine. Kalt stretched out his hand towards Rania with an ominous feeling for some reason.
“Senior, wait a minute…”
It’s already late. So much.
Mana formed on Rania’s sword, and she swung the sword covered in mana. Although mana was not released like last time, her mana-enhanced sword strike produced results that exceeded Kalt’s expectations.
The body of a demigod. Overflowing mana. And with the combination of poor posture, disaster was born once again.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The wall exploded. It’s not a metaphor, it really exploded. As the shattered walls of the canyon collapsed, Rania briefly exclaimed, “Oh!”
“Is this how you do it? It seems similar.”
“Absolutely not.”
Kalt’s eyes shook greatly as he looked at the collapsing wall. No, I swung my sword, but why does it leave a mark that looks like I hit it with my fist? Rather than a sword strike, isn’t this just a beating with a metal ball?
“Seniors.”
“huh.”
“Senior, just stop swinging your sword.”
“Why? I want to get tested too.”
“If you don’t want to do it, don’t do it.”
If you try to imitate a first-guess training session twice, your precious training center will be destroyed. Kalt hastily snatched his sword from Rania’s hand. However, that was also a somewhat late judgment.
Coo!
The wall of the training center collapsed due to the impact.
Kalt swallowed back tears as he looked at the collapsing wall.
fantasy,
