I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 155

155. Zagoras and Ekis (End)

A knight of a saint who left the saint without a weapon.

Her minions in Zagoras, not the demons who could cope with her holy power, were charging at her.

In the end, Bernice, whose expression was motionless, moved just before their questionable attack arrived.

First, a sword entered her throat.

ㅡ Chaeeng!

Bernice lightly struck her sword with the back of her hand.

Clearly, Bernice’s hand was in a state where her immaculate skin was exposed and not covered with any sheet metal, but a clear sound resonated as if her hard metals were colliding with each other.

“Uh…?”

The field of view of the member who thrust the sword is turned upside down.

ㅡKeying!!

ㅡChaeng!!

Bernice parried off all subsequent attacks.

It was the same for the other members as well.

By simply countering the attack, he knocked the four knights to the ground in an instant.

They were speechless and speechless.

Only then did I understand why Inez had not protected her.

The saintess was not weak in close combat.

So there was no need to keep her.

The ability to lightly parry a sword that is not blunt, or a sword that contains mana, with the back of the hand.

A technique that strengthens the body with divine power.

Strengthening the body with mana is a simple skill that even a five-year-old child with more talent than his peers can do, but divine power is a different story.

Sacred power is borrowing the power of a god.

It is said that the body is strengthened with the power of God, not the mana that has been in the body since birth.

The strengthening of the body by divine power belonged to a category different from general body strengthening.

And there were people in the Holy Land who studied this technology separately. They didn’t need any weapons.

One of the members who collapsed on the floor, screaming in pain, knew the name of this technique.

“Divine Mutu…?”

A martial art that is said to have few successors, as it is difficult to even reach the level of strengthening the body with divine power.

For a saintess who knew how to fight, this was unprecedented even in the history of the Holy Kingdom.

Bernice is the person Heneris picked as the saintess after the previous saintess died in the war.

The faith is right, and a flawless character is also what a saint should have.

However, there was a big difference between Bernice and other saints.

She was able to cope with what would happen after the war, and in a way, she had similar qualities to the saintess of the time when she had a party with Leon, the former hero of the war.

Bernice was born with a natural talent for combat.

She has reached the stage where she fully realizes the ‘sacred martial art’, which was said to be a very difficult and arduous path to learn, within a period of about a month after becoming a saint.

For that reason, her master, who taught her her sacred martial arts, hates her.

The actor was Bernice, who had heard harsh words such as ‘a bad guy’ countless times along the way, but to her, who could distinguish between lies and truth, her shyness was only heard as an expression of her teacher’s affection.

The members who were lying on the floor quietly put down their weapons.

It was the meaning of surrender and giving up.

How am I supposed to deal with a saintess who has learned divine martial arts?

‘Still, the saintess doesn’t kill humans. If she’s unlucky, she’ll be executed, but…’

No matter how hard it was, the members kept thinking that prison is better than immediate death.

“…”

There was still anger in Bernice’s pink eyes as she looked down at them, but since she couldn’t tell lies, she was used to hiding her negative feelings, so they couldn’t even dream of it.

Then, after shaking off her hand, Bernice opens her mouth.

“Humans are not harmed by divine power. Even so, a ‘saint’ will not kill a ‘human’. She must have rushed at me after hearing something like that, right?”

“”……””

Bernice was looking through them.

She was very good at identifying her intentions in people’s actions.

There are also virtues of the authority bestowed by her main god, and there is also the fact that Bernice himself felt good about her original body.

‘Zeto’ would be the only human that Bernice couldn’t grasp properly.

“You understood it well. I will not kill a human with my own hands. It is a body that was fortunately chosen by the Lord God. But how can I use this body to take the life of a human being, the Lord God’s creation?”

At the saintess’ continued words, one of the members who had fallen on her floor, who hadn’t noticed before, let out a sigh of relief.

Bernice didn’t mind this and smiled at her.

Because that was the reaction she wanted.

Then she moved in front of the member who let out a sigh of relief.

“…”

It was at that moment when he was about to open his mouth in a shameless voice, wondering if he should at least apologize.

Bernice slams her fist down at once, crushing his helmet.

ㅡ Gwakdeuk!!!

The hard, golden helmet makes a strange distorting sound, like soft tofu being crushed.

In fact, his head, which was inside the helmet, was completely crushed and blood splattered through the eye sockets of the helmet.

“…But I don’t see ‘humans’ in my eyes. You guys are just trash who sold their souls to demons, aren’t they quite far from ‘humans’?”

Bernice said, indifferently raising his fist, which was dripping with blood.

She took away from them the vain hope of ever living.

The hopes of this world were lost by them, so it was a process of reflecting back on it.

Bernice slowly and steadily cleaned up the ‘garbage’ on the floor.

ㅡ Kwakdeuk!!

The last pitch was crushed without much resistance, and Bernice wiped the blood off his face.

Then, she turned her head to see Innes fighting Zazaras on the other side of her.

‘Ines aside, why Delion?’

Because it was obvious that both of them were doing the right thing, Bernice has such a question.

Zagoras did not show his power.

To be precise, he was conserving his strength.

As he looked over at Saint Bernice while they were facing each other with her swords, he saw her subordinate dying in her eyes and came to the thought that an all-out war with her would be inevitable.

‘Yes, isn’t this a human? It’s not unreasonable to feel that way.’

Yes.

The saintess of the past was merely the number of gambles she bet based on the weakness of her body.

It was impossible to come up with a strategy that could perfectly cope with the catastrophe that struck her without warning in such a short period of time.

After confirming that Bernice was approaching her stride, Zagoras stopped swinging her sword.

Ines, who had been fighting him, lowered his sword accordingly.

“…This is how it ends.”

With Innes tilting his head in front of him, Zagoras murmured.

I had no regrets.

He had no regrets.

It was Zagoras’ best, and now the time has come to gamble with his life.

Zagoras threw away the sword in his hand as if he were unloading a pile of luggage.

His actions made the knights ‘surrender?’ I thought about it, but Inez was able to understand the intention.

“You bastard, you weren’t a prosecutor after all.”

“Is it obvious? It’s the result of hard training for several years. I’m upset.”

“I doubted the level of the Kingdom of Terrasia for a while due to poor swordsmanship.”

“No, it’s a pity that Terrasia is in a terrible level except for a few. It seems that even some of them are hiding their fangs out of sight of noble idiots.”

“What an eccentric guy. Well, looking at you, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that…”

Around the time Innes and Zagoras were having such a conversation, Bernice joined them.

“…I’m very late. I’m sorry.”

Bernice’s voice continued immediately.

It was neither directed at Innes nor toward Zagoras.

It was an apology directed towards those who had already taken the life of Zaza Ras, who had already become a demon trapped in that black horn.

Bernice closed her eyes for a moment and prayed in honor of them.

She catches her breath and opens her eyes.

“What’s your name?”

Berniche’s eyes changed dramatically and she did not try to hide her emotions any longer.

In response to her bizarre question about her name, a kaleidoscope suddenly flashed in front of Zagoras’ eyes.

Zagoras looked back on his life, albeit dimly.

Bernice wasn’t looking for Delion.

He was referring to the demon, Zagoras.

‘Just by scattering life…’

Zagoras sensed his end.

From the start, there was no such thing as an all-out war.

There was a stark difference in class between Bernice and Zagoras, to the extent that even such a simple thing could not be hoped for.

Ras replied, raising the corner of his mouth in his head, which was his absurd thought.

“It’s Zagoras. Remember it. Kill the four years…!”

I, Zagoras, will survive.

I was about to make such a declaration.

I was wondering if there would be any recklessness then.

“Divine Martial Arts Type 13…”

However, as soon as he heard her name, Bernice went to sleep as if his business was over, cut off Lars’ words, and then took a deep breath.

ㅡPain!

Then, the sound of breaking air pierces her ears, and Bernice disappears from Zagoras’ sight for an instant.

Ras, who had already spread a layer of protective shield with magic, doubted his eyes.

Because Bernice’s hand, which had been briefly visible in an instant, was lightly tearing through his protective shield.

ㅡ Kudeuk.

With the strange sound of something falling off.

“…Condemned.”

Berniche’s voice, which had been spat out, tied a knot.

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In her hand was the torn head of Zagoras.

She hung up.

The sins Zagoras had committed, he cut off his head.

No one dared to call Rath, Zagora’s weakling, whose head was ripped out in one breath, to the point of feeling futile.

It’s just that his opponent, the quality of the crime he committed was quite poor.

I wonder if this was atonement?

Bernice looked at Zagoras’ face stained with astonishment, but didn’t think so.

At first, he thought that he would simply relieve the burden of Zeto, because his role was to kill demons.

That’s why I only reached Zagoras.

Thinking that if it had not been for Zeto, she would have passed away without even knowing that such a terrible thing was happening, and she thought that maybe she would need repentance.

Bernice was nothing more than an agent of God.

It’s not perfect.

Not omnipotent.

She was well aware of this, but she was not satisfied.

Because she was such a Bernice, she was able to become a saint.

After that, the situation was completely settled and Bernice, who was staring at Zagoras’s neck among the members who were collecting the corpses, said ‘Ah.’ She makes a noise and pulls something of her out of her arms.

It was a small, round, translucent color that was no different than a portable crystal ball.

“…Are you supposed to be sleeping, aren’t you… Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

For some reason, it seemed that if I contacted Jeto now, I would hear his voice right away.

‘I told you to rest… But I don’t think that’s the case…’

Still, it ended well quickly, so it’s fortunate that I can still expect to hear his voice.

Tapping her crystal ball and drawing Zeto in her head, Bernice smiled lightly.