I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 110

110. At the scene of the genocide (1)

“Write…”

Shady, who was lying on my chest, rolls down as I raise my flimsy body.

I tried to come to my senses right away. I could hear someone’s quiet chatter beside me.

I could tell who it was without even turning my head.

…It was glass.

Yuri was sitting on a chair next to the bed and was sound asleep lying face down on the bed.

‘I ate the health food prepared by Yuri yesterday…’

… She couldn’t even remember how she fell asleep.

I wasn’t so tired that I lost my mind, and I wonder if the health food that made my body feel strangely hot was the problem.

Then Sierra comes into view.

[ … ]

I thought I would get angry like last time, but I didn’t get angry.

…No. It was evident that her face was unusually red and angry.

Even if Yuri was sleeping, she seemed a bit troubled talking to Sierra.

But… I understand that nothing much happened last night.

Perhaps Yuri was awakened by my presence soon after, and she tossed and turned on her stomach.

“Ugh…”

She fell asleep in her bad posture, and her body seemed to be very stiff.

“…Wasn’t that very inconvenient? I think I stole the bed…”

She said that to Yuri, who hadn’t come to her senses yet, and lay on her bed, blinking her eyes.

“Uhhh… It’s okay.”

Yuri immediately raises her body and leans on her chair to stretch her body.

Now it was time to sort things out.

***

Yuri knew that she couldn’t cook.

But strangely enough, the food was delicious.

That was a strange thing, but something even stranger happened.

I was looking into the status window with my head down, leaning back on the shabby wagon that could be said to be as familiar as the bed.

In the list of skills you have, a newly created skill catches your eye.

The ‘surging power’… Like the feeling, it was a skill I had never seen before.

It must have been a skill created because of Yuri’s cooking.

As the name suggests, it was a passive skill that simply strengthened to the point of ‘strength’ surging.

The key was just what that ‘power’ was.

As always, as a skill appears in the status window, you naturally get a sense of what kind of skill it is.

The strengthened strength was not muscle strength… It was the man’s ‘strength’.

In other words, a function is also a function, but it feels like it increases the probability.

‘It was said that it was the Clementine family’s health food…’

It wasn’t a food I knew, but at least I think I know how to use it as a health food.

Well, that doesn’t mean Yuri, who fed me health food, knew the effect.

I couldn’t resist the drowsiness that flooded me after eating health food.

Sierra didn’t get angry unlike last time Izel.

I just said that nothing happened, so be relieved, and then praised Yuri.

It was evaluated that self-control was great.

I suddenly wondered what kind of self-control it was, but I thought it was just that.

It was a somewhat defenseless sleep, but nothing happened. Yuri didn’t know about the effects of health food, so he couldn’t or didn’t have to blame anyone.

I had to apologize to Yuri.

My apologies for the sudden drowsiness and taking away her bed.

I had heard the same apology from Kaen just the day before, but this was a new feeling.

I was feeling grateful to Yuri. She

Said that some blood flowed from her mouth, so she never dreamed that she would prepare a dish for me.

Her I had something for her too.

However, since the item was so precious, there had to be a justification for giving it.

‘If she could, she wanted to give Yuri before her life was in danger…’

This time, she said that she was really grateful for the dish she prepared and gave it away.

‘Jetto… No matter how much I got it from the labyrinth, is it okay to give it away like this…?’

Yuri hesitated, perhaps because the object was burdensome.

She deserved it, but if it wasn’t this time, she seemed more difficult to give.

Anyway, it’s true that I picked it up in the labyrinth, and it’s true that it’s something I don’t need.

I removed the status window from sight and raised my head. Soon the carriage rattles and the back of my head hits the carriage.

Edward’s class was joint combat training today as well. I think this kind of class will continue until I leave for the ‘desert’ sooner or later.

It wasn’t too difficult to come up with a strategy, so our group finished the battle right away. Unfortunately, it was a different group from Eisel and Yuri.

After the battle, I asked Edward if he could go back early, and he readily agreed.

I had something to do today, so it was better to get on the carriage early. Using Shady’s power, she could easily avoid people’s eyes even in broad daylight.

[ Hmm… Reincarnation… ]

Muttered Sierra, who put her chin on my shoulder and hugged me.

She had told her part of my plan.

To be precise, it was a plan for the ‘Hero’.

It is in the mid-to-late half that you meet the hero who was reincarnated in the original game. Since Eisel dies in the middle, at least it can be said that this is what happens after that.

As growth accelerates, there are more stories about the future that can be told and twisted.

It was also a growth for this.

However, it was much faster than I expected, so I decided that it was at a level where I could touch the hero, which is a rather important ‘root’ of the story.

“Smile.”

Shady, who was in my arms, looked at my smile and tilted her head.

I stroked his fur.

The goal of the plan was simple.

Bring the hero to the academy.

In other media’s academies, it was not uncommon for bad things to happen, such as that the inside of the academy was not safe, or that the dark side invaded the academy on a fictitious day, but at least ‘Innocence Academy’ was different.

From the trio of black blood to the wise man in the deepest part of the labyrinth.

Even the headmaster, Juliut, is a person that demons cannot easily touch.

The foolish demons have already set foot in the academy a few times before, but the results are unknown.

If you look at the descriptions you’ve seen in the game, it turns out to be Edward’s work in recent years.

For this reason, the current demons were reluctant to even set foot in the academy.

At least the academy is not their home ground.

Moreover, at this point in time, when the ‘resurrection’ of the demon king, according to the prophecies of the demons, was only a few years away, he thought that there was no need to rush the war right away by making nonsense.

So he was trying to bring the hero to the safe academy.

[ If what you’re saying is really true… It seems the scale of work is getting bigger and bigger. ]

Sierra couldn’t help but think it was absurd.

However, since she became my urethra, the possessed person, not another person, it was something she would experience.

I always pursued the natural way, but it wasn’t that easy to be natural even to Sierra.

That said, I couldn’t help but use my knowledge, and I couldn’t choose a method that would put other people’s lives at risk when there was a safe and comfortable way.

At least, my words were never false, so she only firmly believed in me this time.

[ By the way… ]

Sierra floated her rhyme and I slinked her head in the direction she was.

[ …Even if you say you’re bringing a hero, how are you going to convince them? After all, aren’t you an unknown stranger to the warrior? ]

Sierra pointed out the blind spot in this plan.

How to get her back was the key, even if her hero brought her to a safe place before she was in danger.

At Sierra’s question, I turned her head again and rested her chin.

‘Well…’

I wasn’t going to bring it right away, and what I was going to do this time was just laying the groundwork.

Today’s task was to deal a major blow to one of the demons’ intelligence agencies that will dig up information about the hero.

This will slow down the speed at which her demons’ demons reach her hero, and take advantage of that opportunity to bring her to her academy.

I had thought of a story that would convince the hero in advance, but it seemed good to have it ready by retracing my disposition and personality several times.

You won’t be given a second chance like a game.

***

Something like papers fly in the air and a loud noise fills the air.

“f*ck, bring this information?”

“Ugh… I can’t work because it’s so filthy and noisy.”

“What? Did that bastard say anything? Take off your horns and fight?”

“Yeah, it worked. You bastard. I didn’t like it anyway.”

All the information collected by demons who fearlessly set foot on human land is gathered here. Oh, not all, but one of the branches divided by region.

We don’t just collect information, we also collect it ourselves. It was said that humans had an information guild, but it was no exaggeration to say that this was the information guild of demons.

Not all demons are strong.

Not all demons are talented at killing people.

However, everyone wants to become stronger.

This place could be seen as a stinky ‘pit’ where people who had little talent but who could not give up their desire to become strong gathered.

It was a place where many demons gathered, but none of them had horns exposed on their foreheads.

Weak demons couldn’t even properly hide their demonic energy, so in this place, they shouldn’t even show their horns carelessly.

That was one of the few rules and policies here.

“…Ugh, those spoiled bastards fight all the time, all the time… That’s why I don’t even want to deal with the red ones.”

The unlucky guy wearing a monocle right now in front of me is a guy named ‘Jorgal’, and he’s around my superior.

Actually, it was a motive until recently.

It is said that he was a crappy demon with red horns like me.

But, as if he had gotten good connections, he suddenly killed a large number of humans and changed the color of his horns.

The reddish horns had become a little, very slightly muddy.

At first glance, it could have been a very subtle difference, but to the demons, the color had a great meaning.

“What do you think? Oh, right. You too… Uh…”

Jorgal turned his head and pointed at my forehead, then sighed proudly.

He was well aware that I was still a red horn.

A demon with red horns.

To put it mildly, the red ones.

I was supposed to be at the bottom of the food chain, even in this disgusting and terrible abyss.

Even if he had no talent for handling demons, the fact that the color of his horns changed was a different dimension.

For the demons, the color of the horn was a measure of strength and rank.

‘…A bastard.’

People say that those who have tried it eat better, and it was clumsy to pick it up because it hadn’t been long since the color had changed.

At least, if Jorgal was a red horn like me, I would have handled demons better than this guy.

…Maybe.