135 – Ghost of the Guardian Tree (14)
Damian returned to his seat leisurely.
Fenrir undid her arms as if seeing an interesting scene.
Seeing this, Gerald asked.
“Is there anything special?”
She made a puzzled expression before explaining.
“I can’t comment on anything because I didn’t show anything properly. To throw a sword so accurately… It is taboo everywhere.”
In human-to-human engagements, depending on the situation, lowering the sword might be a wise choice, but it was different in combat with demons.
Throwing away the sword in front of the beast is the same as saying you will die.
I wouldn’t know if there were two swords. Throwing a single sword was the worst thing for a knight.
While talking for a while, the next student came out and finished preparations. Kiraqlo, whose eyes were pierced, returns to the cage and a new monster emerges.
Just before, the next student was holding a bow, as if Damien’s fighting style had inspired him.
Starting the battle, the students shot their bows hard, but Kiracla knocked them all off with her front claws and nothing hit them properly.
Seeing this, Gerald said in a puzzled manner.
“This is strange. The speed of arrows is overwhelmingly faster than throwing knives, so why doesn’t it work?”
It was strange because Damien’s sword hit properly and his much faster bow didn’t work.
“The face is mostly made up of the upper. It’s useless if you don’t match the eyes or snout. The reaction speed is incomparably faster than that of humans.”
“Then why did the boy Damian’s attack hit the mark?”
“… It is because you have your back to the sun.”
“What do you mean?”
“Chiraklaw lives in forests, caves, and valleys where the sun does not enter. Because of that, they are very sensitive to light. It seems that the reason I took a few steps instead of throwing it right away was to induce it to look directly at the sunlight.”
“It’s quite good. Are Kiraqlo’s properties well known? Did you know ahead of time and made a point?”
Fenrir shook his head.
“It is a species that can only be found in the northern regions, and even northerners do not know much about it. Kiraqlo itself has many subspecies, so it is difficult to tell them apart because their habits are diverse. Unless you memorize the magic math dictionary, it will be difficult to know the characteristics in advance.”
Gerald checked the documents containing Damian’s personal information. He was from Wiesel, a peaceful place far away from the Witchbeast.
This meant that Damian knew his weakness and delivered an accurate blow just by observing him for a moment.
“I’m sure you weren’t lucky enough to enter Eternia.”
“Yes. More than anything, there is a high possibility that you are hiding your skills. I don’t know why.”
It was a simple order, but Gerald was also gradually interested in Damian.
He gave his signal by raising his arm and snapping his fingers.
Soon after, an attendant approached Gerald.
“Deliver the invitation to the social gathering hosted by the princess every month to a boy named Damien.”
“I will follow your orders.”
“And… Would you like me to tell you that I would like to meet you personally?”
***
As soon as I finished the combat department class and left the arena, someone shouted my name.
“Damian!”
“… ?”
Turning her head, she saw Trisha waving her hand in the shade of a tree where the sound came from.
She spotted me and ran in front of me flapping her black skirt. Then she gasped for breath and asked me.
“Are you finished?”
“What?”
“Battle practice! I wanted to see you.”
“Today is over. And students from other departments won’t be able to watch it?”
“Why? In our Ministry of Magic, all sparring is open to the public, right?”
“Well, I guess combat classes are less fun than magic classes.”
I think I roughly understood the reason for not disclosing the fight against Kiraqlo to students from other faculties.
Today, the 1st year students of the Combat Division went through a lot of trials in this practice. There was no reason to make it public and embarrass in front of everyone. It will only interfere with school life.
Tricia rolled her eyes and pondered for a moment before continuing.
“Um… is it? I’ve heard that Ministry of Magic sparring is definitely popular. Magic sparring is a long tradition in Eternia. There are a lot of onlookers.”
“I think it would be fun just to listen to it.”
Ministry of sparring… Wouldn’t Luna completely reign in the first year? She’s even able to stop even that scary Shion.
“Really? I’m still sparring!”
“But how are you here?”
Trisha knows that she belongs to the Ministry of Magic. Aren’t classes over yet?
“Me? My grades are at the bottom, so I’m excluded from the Dalian class!”
He speaks proudly with an innocent face.
“Ha, yes. So, why did you come here….”
While I was talking, something flew from the sky with the hum of wings.
Stitch showing the incontinence and initials. Silverin’s long-awaited reply finally arrived.
When Stitch reached the top of Tricia’s head, I quickly snatched it up and put it in her pocket.
Trisha belatedly looked up at her head, then she got down.
“What?”
“Just. Letter.”
I don’t want Tricia to see the initials engraved on the stitches even if I die.
“… Who are you from?”
“Master.”
Trisha said, her expression wide with curiosity.
“Master, I’m curious. I want to see you too!”
“Do you think it makes sense to share private letters? I’ll show you when you get Master’s permission.”
You have to say something that makes sense. Where dare
“It’s an image that looks like it will be printed. Will you forgive me if I see you?”
“Not at all.”
“What kind of person is Master? Aren’t you like Grandma?”
I shook my head in disgust.
“I got it completely wrong.”
“How did you come to be? Master is a great wizard with a lot of money and a professor in Eternia, so of course he’s not old!”
“You saw it too. I do not remember?”
“What?”
“My drawing.”
“… Huh?”
By the time she finished her ‘Drawing Friends’ class in the art department, Trisha was looking at my drawing in the greenhouse.
Didn’t she say that she drew Master?
Tricia’s eyes widen as if in shock.
“That, that red hair… ?”
I nodded.
It was the most shocking expression I’ve seen recently. I couldn’t understand what part was so shocking with my common sense.
“What did you think you were drawing when you saw that?”
“I thought you were just someone I knew!”
***
The reason Trisha came to me was to finish her painting.
Even though he didn’t show it, he seemed to be expecting a lot.
We stayed in an empty greenhouse.
While I packed up the paint and washed the brushes, Trisha looked at the painting.
Trisha continued looking at one of her paintings until she finished her preparations and returned to her seat.
Silverine’s picture, to be exact.
She felt sick to her stomach as she watched it. She pounded her own chest with her fist, then returned to her face, her dejected body.
“Why is that?”
“…… It’s okay.”
Her shoulders droop and she puts on a sad expression as if she’s very disappointed in something.
“Straighten your expression. Because she can’t keep that face in her picture.”
“What can I do when I’m in a bad mood….”
I couldn’t do anything right, so I started brushing recklessly.
After about an hour of drawing like that, Trisha started to doze off on her own.
“Shall we take a break?”
“Ahhh, ten minutes….”
Trisha couldn’t stand her drowsiness. When asked to rest, she immediately climbed onto a nearby table and curled up her legs to give her a nap. I took off her coat, covered her, and took advantage of her silence to take out her Sylverine’s letter.
I thought I was going to die because I was curious about what it would contain.
I checked the content nervously.
“…… ?”
There was a completely unexpected and shocking story written there.
[Sylverin is detained in Polygrax Prison, which is used to imprison first-class dangerous persons in the Saints.]
What kind of nonsense is this?
However, when I looked at the contents behind it, my surprise gradually faded.
[If you want to meet Silverin, come to the Holy City as soon as possible and ask for her visit.]
I calmed down my confused mind for a while and carefully examined the handwriting.
Although the handwriting was a bit stiff to match an official document, it was definitely Silverine’s. Her stationery, as always, smells of the perfume that Silverine used to wear.
Except for the contents, it is definitely Silverine’s.
So she’s passing her word that Silverin pretends she’s a prison official herself and that she’s in prison herself.
Silverine had nothing to explain except that she lied to me.
Why are you trying to trick me all of a sudden? Has there been any change of heart?
I carefully took out a piece of paper and wrote a reply.
[Damian is in a coma after being caught up in a dormitory bombing accident. For the above reasons, we inform you that direct contact with Damien is not possible.]
From noble mtl dot com
Would you like to do this… ?
***
Silverin sat at her tea table and looked at the scenery of the Chengdu outside her window with a disgruntled face.
The letter she was meant to send was lying next to her elbow, with a brush pen on her chin.
In the end, the letter in which he wrote detailed answers to the student’s question did not fly away. Instead, a forged document written in anger was directed to the disciple.
The reason Silverin took such action was simple.
“Even if you say you write every day….”
She is said to have been busy with circulatory practice, but as she declared herself, letters had to be sent throughout her practice.
For her, it was enough to punish her, and in her head, the plan for how to punish her had already been sorted out.
“… I’m going to have a hard time.”
While she was spending time alone like that, someone knocked on the door of her room.
And it was Eternia’s vice principal, Elizabeth, who opened the door and entered.
She was wearing a modest dress, but a mysterious aura emanated from her face and body.
Silverin put her thoughts on her apprentice aside for a moment and greeted her guest.
Ezebet silently walked to the flower pot by the window.
Then slowly caressed the plant. As soon as she touched it, the flower buds that hadn’t sprouted fully bloomed. It was one of her unique abilities.
Ezebet spoke first.
“Kenyon Grandis arrived yesterday. Now, all the people summoned to the union meeting have gathered in the saints. There will be a meeting soon.”
“….”
Two sorcerers at the Alliance meeting. Seven Sword Masters. The four archmages are present. It was unprecedented for such heavyweights to be convened in one place at the same time.
Ezebet continued.
“From what I heard, it seemed that they were trying to introduce the boy who will become the new owner of the sacred sword on the spot.”
“… After all, the church is too impatient.”
Ezebet smiled and nodded. She said she, too, was agreeing with Silverin’s words.
The purpose of the church was obvious. She wanted to recreate the relationship between the saintess Flence and the sword god Zeldan Heart.
It was to nurture the new owner of the holy sword as the successor of Zeldan Heart, and to make him an apostle of the saint who would succeed Flence.
Bad move Damian, she is going to come flying now.