9 – Results of Dalian
A cadet from Class E won a victory over a cadet from Class B.
When this news spread, the inside of the academy turned upside down.
That’s right, because in a sparring between cadets with a difference of three ranks, it was very rare for the lower side to win.
Even the professors were quite surprised to hear this news.
Meanwhile, this news quickly spread to Class E, where Bell belongs.
The male students, who had been sitting at the back of the classroom and chatting among themselves, widened their eyes when they heard the rumor.
“What? You mean he really won?”
“Because it’s real. The guys I saw outside the training room told me about it?”
“How did you win? I can’t believe it.”
Since they belonged to Class E, they knew how hard it would be to win against students from Class B.
Even more so, I was dumbfounded, wondering if a cadet who came in as a magical power manifestation class F defeated a class B cadet, wondering if this made sense.
“I saw it too and it was pretty amazing. It’s a magical power manifestation F, and the body must have been very well-groomed.”
“It was surprising that they prevented me from being hit with a spear from the front.”
Following that, cadets who had not only heard of the battle, but had watched the battle in real time, appeared one after another.
Listening to the rumors, the half-confident cadets also asked the truth of the story one after another, and the classroom quickly became noisy.
“By the way, didn’t he tell the examiner that he got in by cheating?”
“As it turns out, the examiner may have had a great eye.”
As the story progressed, some came to see the existence of Bell again.
Of course, not everyone is like that, so some cadets who quite sincerely believed in the rumor came forward and took a bet.
“What do you paint a commoner’s face with, at least for winning against Class B?”
However, most of the people who came forward were those who were steeped in the idea of aristocratic supremacy.
They are the kind of small people who dare to envy and envy the fact that commoners receive more attention and higher praise than the aristocrats themselves.
The problem is that not all the cadets from the nobility have the same thoughts as them.
“Hey, to be honest, class B isn’t even the name of the dog. Do you think we’ll win if we go against Class B?”
“It is difficult in reality.”
“Right. Even if you try to build up your pride, if the kids from Class B are in front of you, everyone will back off, right?”
Some of the cadets put their energy into defending Bell, putting themselves down.
Particularly, the cadets, who were feeling a sense of shame at being in class E, scrambled to open their mouths.
It felt as if Bell had proved that class E was not that weak as a representative.
As public opinion gradually leaned toward Bell, Namsaengdo, who had opened his mouth in an overbearing tone, kicked his tongue and left the seat.
“Right. Did you guys hear the news?”
“What news?”
After one interrupter who had ruined the good atmosphere disappeared, the cadet who was leading the conversation a moment ago opened his mouth again.
“I heard that the class B guys are huffing and puffing, saying that they wouldn’t have known if they had gone all the way without the supervisor?”
“Really? Wow, those kids are pretty ugly too.”
Namsaengdo stuck out his tongue and shook his head as if he had no answer.
In the first place, during Dalian, the supervisor’s decision is absolute.
Rather, we should be grateful for stopping it before it escalated into a bigger fight and one side got hurt.
It’s embarrassing to be a cadet at the same academy.
“Do I have to go that far for just one couple of couplets?”
“It’s been 9 years since a class B cadet lost against a class E cadet. It just gets ugly. Kuk-kuk.”
The fact that Bell had won had hurt class B’s pride more than himself, which was the most exciting thing for them.
Right now, not only today, but even during the entrance ceremony, the eyes that looked down on them for being Class E passed by.
Particularly, class A is a bit less so, but rather, when I see the shy guys like class B or C bragging and flirting, I naturally get annoyed.
If you think you fed them, I wonder if you’ll be full even if you don’t eat dinner tonight.
Drruck.
Soon after, the front door of the classroom opened and a man appeared.
It was none other than Bell, the one who had been on the topic of discussion among the classmates a while ago.
At his appearance, the classroom became noisy again.
Several cadets greeted him like friends of 10 years and scrambled to welcome him.
“Hey, I heard everything! You said you beat a class B cadet?”
“Uh, uh….”
Receiving enthusiastic cheers from a classmate whose attitude suddenly changed, Bell was very embarrassed.
He’s not some kind of improved general, and he’s been this far with only one couplet win.
Rather than being happy, I was more squeamish.
“How embarrassing! But how did you win? Tell me a story before lunchtime is over.”
“Didn’t you say that the magic power was F-class? Then you won only with swordsmanship?”
However, as soon as the questions poured in, Bell thought that this wasn’t too bad.
He hasn’t been through training in order to be acknowledged by someone, but it’s true that being acknowledged is a happy thing.
Caught among his classmates who would normally not talk properly, Bell started talking about sparring a little while ago.
* * * *
The same evening.
On the bed of her own luxurious room in her Loferia Pavilion, Elisha was rolling over her body.
I still vividly remember the process of sparring I saw earlier.
The upright fighting style of the man who blocked all of her opponents from the front.
It is even more surprising that the process is a pure physical ability achieved without a single piece of magical power.
‘I wonder if he’s also the successor to the sword castle.’
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In Elisha’s head, her doubts became more and more certain.
Of course, it’s still too early for her to judge with just this, but it wasn’t easy for her to stop the gears of the accident that started turning once they meshed together.
In my heart, I wanted to use someone from my family to investigate my origin, but I was somewhat reluctant to do so as it seemed like a dirty act.
But even if you ask the person directly, I don’t think they’ll tell you that easily.
In the first place, if he really is the heir to the sword castle, it would be the fastest way for him to reveal himself.
There would be no clever trick to put an end to the rumors floating around right now, and most of all, just the title of the heir to the sword castle should be able to attract public attention.
Even so, it must mean that there is a reason for not doing so.
As far as the reason, Elisha is also not sure, but otherwise there is no way to explain this assumption.
‘If he is truly the heir to the sword castle, what reason would he not reveal himself?’
With her face buried in her pillow, Elisha was deep in her thoughts.
She rolled her head harder than when she was browsing magic books, but no plausible reasoning came to mind.
Neither this nor that.
The little Elisha in her head scribbled something on her paper and scratched her head before putting it into the trash can next to her.
This continued for about five minutes.
“Ugh, I don’t know!”
Finally declaring her resignation, the real Elisha scratched her head with both of her hands.
It was a bonus that the voice I had been muttering inside came out like a scream.
If Kelsey, her maid, saw this scene, she would have been immediately nagging, but fortunately she was away and was not there.
“He’s the heir to the sword castle, and it’s not like anyone would put a knife to his throat, so why?”
Elisha, who had been muttering to herself in a weak voice while sitting on her bed, got up from her seat.
At that moment, her eyes widened with an intense sense of resignation.
Yes.
Having a reason to hide your identity means that an “Enemy” Exists.
For example, the reason why the imperial family sometimes hides their identities even when touring local areas is that there is a possibility that they will be exposed to an unspecified number of enemies.
Then let’s think about it the other way around.
If there is an enemy to the heir of the sword castle, who is it?
Who is ungrateful enough to hostile the successor of the hero of the age who was said to be the savior of mankind?
The answer was already in her head.
“Follower.”
The moment Elisha subconsciously put those words in her mouth, she felt a stinging sensation and goose bumps on her arms.
Yes. Is a follower
If there is a being that despises a hero the most, it is a villain.
And aren’t the followers the ones who serve the worst evil that the hero tried to contain even by being killed?
Of course, according to official records, the followers are said to have been completely annihilated by defeating the group of evil with the death of the Sword Saint over 30 years ago.
But what if those remnants remain behind the scenes?
‘There’s no way the swordsman’s successor wouldn’t know that.’
Of course, it is still too early to be sure.
First of all, it is questionable whether it is possible for the heir of the Sword Saint who died 30 years ago to appear only now.
Besides, if there are still followers, why is that fact not known to the outside world?
‘Let’s forget it for now.’
Elisha closed her eyes as the story in her head grew out of control.
Right now, it’s just a delusional assumption.
At the most, today’s couplets alone cannot determine his identity, and the reasoning after that is too dangerous and should not be recklessly spoken of.
So, for now, I decided to send it to Hamgu.
It would be easy to be able to do this, and to scratch it and make a swelling.
If there is evidence to prove that the man is the heir to the Sword Castle, or to confirm the remnants of the group of followers, then it won’t be too late to continue thinking.
Shortly after, when Kelsey returned to her room, Elisha asked her not to tell anyone about what she had just said.
Kelsey nodded her head with her stiff face, not asking her details.
That’s understandable, because Elisha’s expression looked so serious.
After ordering her lights off, Elisha pulled the duvet cover over her head and lay down on her bed.
Right now, I thought that only sleep would be able to control this complicated head.