Returning to the room, Ida shook her head from side to side several times.
Bodies hanging from poles, floating in the sky.
The sight became a strong afterimage that never left my mind.
“What the hell is all this… .”
The maid, who had gone out with Ida, returned.
“Iknow, right. Do you know Nanda? uh, miss The buttons on the chest are loose.”
“to? is it real Sew it again.”
“okay. Come here.”
When the maid brought her sewing kit, Ida rushed over to her. The two had a big age difference. A maid who accompanied Ida to Oxford. She was also Ida’s nanny. She had been watching Ida from the time she crawled, and she loved the young lady.
“Does your complexion look bad?”
“yes. I feel bad.”
“Did you see something scary?”
scary?
That’s not wrong.
Ida knew the reason for such a psychology. A corpse is, in the end, materialized death.
What people try to forget at every moment.
This is why, while the corpses of animals and plants are piled up on the table, only human corpses are buried in the grave. From the corpses that have been hung up on poles, it feels as if they have been dug up again.
Things that shouldn’t be revealed in front of my eyes have appeared.
But Ida tilted her head.
The anxiety she felt was a little different from the fear of death.
“Is Haimer okay?”
“It’s not a pretty sight to see… Haven’t you seen her a few times before?”
It was.
It is a sight I have seen many times.
The Hermès family owns several mines. And those mines are notorious for poor working conditions and dangerous. So the working slaves there often try to escape.
Hermes, the father, was careful to set an example for those under him. The scene of the ‘example’ that my father shows is not very different from the scene I saw today.
“miss. Hold your breath for a bit.”
In front of Ida with her breasts sticking out, Maid Haimer sewed. She came to presbyopia last year, but it was sewing that she had been doing all her life.
Cheek-.
Her needle and thread, which went back and forth between the buttonhole and the fabric a few times, formed a knot. Then, a few times, her snort dug into her chest.
The wind that tickles the inside.
Thanks to that, Ida was able to recall a certain conversation.
In the past, it was a conversation that came and went in a whisper.
‘Let the two of us talk.’
‘yes… ? which two? … Could it be you and that girl?’
‘yes.’
‘I’m going to grab it from where I can’t see it?’
‘I thought if I didn’t apologize, the dean would scold me later.’
‘He’s a genius. What are you apologizing for?’
‘Still, the dean said he didn’t do anything wrong. I have to look good to get less punishment.’
It was the first time I had ever exchanged whispers with John like that.
John’s breath fell on his ear right next to him. Ida remembered the feeling.
Ida couldn’t sleep that night either.
“It is done, lady. Try locking it again.”
Hearing Haimer’s words, Ida suddenly came to her senses. At the same time, Ida could understand why she felt uncomfortable.
John beat the son of the Frodo family.
And the circus performers from the family died.
Ida, who had a worried expression on her face, said as she looked at Haimer, who was fastening her blouse.
“You know, Haimer.”
“yes. miss.”
“Have you heard anything about John?”
Haimer and Ida are alike. It is also the reason why Ida follows her well. Haimer is also quick to adapt to a new environment and has a good reputation.
“John, are you young? … I heard there was a fight not too long ago.”
“yes… Could it be that you are involved in something dangerous?”
***
Standing side by side with Yohan, Miri considered the possibility of escape. The height of the academy fence was estimated at three and a half meters.
It was different from when I entered John’s dorm room. Back then, I could use the poles and ropes used in circuses.
Miri was good at climbing walls, but it was impossible to climb over a 3-meter height without any tools.
After following Miri’s gaze, Pilbo spoke to her.
“Are you going to run away?”
Miri didn’t answer. She hesitated, and Von Pilbo said with a wide smile.
“It’ll be the last time, so let’s attack in a flashy way.”
That was the Jackal’s last command.
I will fight and die in advance.
At this, Pilbo thought that the nimble girl would be tired if she ran away. He was still wearing his armor. Armor is not a good weapon for chasing a fleeing opponent.
Miri recalled John’s words.
‘Revenge or whatever, please, think of it coldly.’
She watched the sword swish in front of Pilbo. Miri, who had established herself in that trajectory in her head, was convinced.
‘If you attack, you will die.’
The radius that the sword can move instantaneously is incomparable to the radius that the limbs can move. Even more so, the opponent is the escort warrior of the Frodo family.
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No matter how you look at it, the estimate didn’t come out.
It’s been a while since the deaths of the members were confirmed, but she tried to cool her head.
“Be like a tantara, try doing something similar to a stunt.”
Philbo smirked.
Miri took a deep breath against his provocation, and Pilbo spoke again.
“You guys are good at rolling and running. The leader kid screams and fights.”
Miri, who was about to run away, stopped at the word ‘leader’. Pilbo did not miss the change in her expression.
“leader?”
“okay. Was that bastard Grinchoff a wizard? He, can you tell me what he said at the end?”
“… did you kill him?”
“What?”
“Members, did you kill them with your own hands?”
Philbo sighed in delight. From his mouth, which was originally meant to be provocative, a mixture of lies and facts came out smoothly.
“Five. how did you know That bastard, didn’t you just eat your age through your asshole? Like an old man, he was quick-witted. I took a spoonful of the soup and knew it was poisoned. Unluckily.”
Miri’s expression darkened even more.
“You guys, what are you going to do now? Thanks to that, my knife had to be stained with that filthy blood.”
‘Ah, it’s difficult.’
could know in advance. Why did this normally silent escort warrior suddenly talk so much?
to provoke
trying to keep myself from running away.
At the same time, Miri knew.
about your own personality.
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No matter how coldly I tried to think of it, I couldn’t go back after hearing those words right in front of my eyes.
“It won’t work.”
“what?”
“Pilbo, I need one of your teeth pulled out.”
Philbo smiled coolly.
“If possible, please use your left molar.”
“The reason is?”
“Because that’s a cavity.”
As Miri lowered her stance, Pilbo, holding a sword, walked towards her.
“If you pull a hair out of my head, I will call you Mama.”
“That is a terrible word.”
There was no need for a start signal. As soon as Pilbo’s sword was raised, Miri’s body turned. The leg pulled up to her chest as her waist dropped sharply backwards. It was the best choice.
kick back.
A kick that can counter the long reach of the sword while keeping the head down.
And Philbo had anticipated this.
‘There’s no choice but to do that.’
Contrary to appearances, Pilbo is the type to fight using his head. Rather than a one-hit, one-kill sword strike, he uses a strategy to win more reliably.
Whiik-
So Pilbo’s falling sword did not go to Miri’s head.
Tadaa-!
-I intercepted her feet as they flew by.
“Keuk-!”
There is pain that cannot be overcome with willpower. Miri, who kicked the wooden sword, screamed out loud.
“Aww, pole… ”
She sat down, wrapping her ankles. The top of Miri’s head was exposed in front of Pilbo’s eyes. Now, if you break this head like this, it will be over.
Indeed, it would have been.
If it wasn’t for John.
“stop.”
John stood between Miri and Pilbo. One of Pilbo’s eyebrows went up.
“The rumors were true.”
“What rumors?”
“He hides a wooden sword under his clothes.”
There was no reason for Yohan to explain the subspace called Inventory. Pilbo looked at John like that and said.
“John… Leave the outsiders out.”
“What if you can’t?”
“I’ll do it like you did for the young master.”
‘It sounds like he’s going to smash his shoulder.’ John lowered his stance.
“Do it if you can.”
“great.”
There was no instruction not to touch this little boy named John. And Pilbo doesn’t care who the opponent is. Although he was a bare-handed opponent, he stepped carefully.
slap- slap-
The iron hooves on his boots made an ominous metal sound. Hearing Miri’s groaning, John calmly measured the shrinking distance.
‘I have to concentrate.’
Pilbo held out his sword. And John was preparing for the opponent’s attack.
‘It’s a stab.’
A sword that stretched out near the left shoulder.
John twisted his body on his left foot. However, Pilbo’s sword, which seemed to be extending all the way, went up at an angle. It was different from Bastia’s class, where she kindly informed me of the price. Johann almost missed the point of Pilbo’s sword.
‘this?!’
Like that, Pilbo’s sword was mixed with paint as it came down again. The sword, which seemed to fall to his right shoulder, was greatly entwined. John, who was preparing to defend his right shoulder, felt like his mind was flashing.
‘Orbit?!’
Just the snap of the black wrist changes the trajectory significantly. It is nearly impossible for someone who is not familiar with swords to see through that attack pattern. But just before the wooden sword landed on Yohan’s shoulder, another voice came out.
“Troublesome!”
Bastia was sticking out from the corner of the building before she knew it. He rushed in with terrifying speed and slashed Pilbo’s wooden sword.
Fuck!
It was a short car. The wooden sword that landed on Yohan’s shoulder bounced off quickly. It was a blow with great power.
“Bastia?”
Pilbo’s body was ahead thanks to the sword’s deflection. Although he had a history of losing to Bastia, Pilbo was also a person who had experienced numerous battles. The swordsman must always be behind the sword.
‘Not good.’
Pilbo decided that it was unreasonable to take the sword back like this. Instead of confronting that power, he used Bastia’s power against him. His body spun around following the deflected knife. When Pilbo attempted to slash using the spin, Bastia kicked Pilbo in the chest.
Crush-.
This time, Pilbo’s body was pushed back.
It was because Bastia kicked over the armor. Thanks to that, Pilbo’s sword only passed in front of Bastia’s chin. Bastia grinned at Pilbo and swung her sword around.
Pilbo brushed off the armor that had Bastia’s footprints on it.
“What.”
“What? This is my swordsmanship teacher.”
Bastia’s spinning sword stopped abruptly.
“You’re doing as you like with that woman, even if you treat her as the property of the Frodo family-“
Bastia straightened her wooden sword in front of her chest.
“-Breaking my student’s shoulder is a different matter.”
Pilbo was also a warrior with a strong sense of victory. He said while fixing his sword, deftly turning the tip of the sword.
“Olenu Bastia… .”
“Thank you for remembering my name, but like I said, I can’t remember your name.”
“It’s not something to brag about having a bad head.”
“Correction. It’s not that I can’t memorize it, it’s that I can’t memorize it.”
“Are you sure you can beat me again?”
“’This time too’. Tell me several times that you are not in my memory.”
Olenu Bastia.
He was a man I wanted to overcome someday.
And that is ‘with a sword’. Pilbo tapped his leather armor with a wooden sword and said.
“If you are going to talk behind your back, come armed yourself.”
“huh. Don’t be fooled by putting on another piece of armor.”
“You will regret it.”
“I have no regrets. But is it also an order from the Frodo family to kill that girl named Miri?”
Philbo drew in a breath.
There was no instruction to kindly answer such a question.
“It’s a long story. If you’re going to fight like this-“
Then, he spoke as if he were venting his resentment over his past defeats.
”-Come in, Bastia!”
Bastia thought so too.
Between the academy’s swordsmanship teacher and the Frodo family’s escort, the two wooden swords began to dance.