I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 172

172. Cage (1)

“I’ll bring Miss Eisel.”

Zeto visits Edward since the morning wind.

At his words, Edward, who was drinking coffee leisurely, turned his head.

“It’s a trip soon… I’ll have to bring it before we head east. It’s sure to be a fun trip.”

“I’ll be back soon.”

“The unauthorized departure of cadets is also an issue that the instructor should be responsible for… It seems very strange that a blind man sets out to find someone… Well, it’s a cadet. Let’s believe it.”

“Thank you.”

Edward opens a desk drawer, pulls out a piece of paper, and hands it to Jetto.

“It’s a pass. It’s a pass, and at the same time, it’s a magic item that provides a location for the academy. You’d better carry it around.”

“Yes.”

Jetto took the pass and put it in his arms.

Soon he turned around and was about to leave the instructor’s office.

“But why?”

At the end, Jeto turned his head to Edward’s question.

“…”

“…Is there any other reason why a permit was needed this time?”

Eisel or Jetona.

After leaving the academy without saying a word, Edward became curious about the reason why he was getting an outing pass this time.

“Well, if it seems like it’s taking too long, maybe you’ll have to come and find it. Maybe I’m lost.”

“…”

Edward raised an eyebrow at Jeto’s joke.

“Go ahead.”

Soon, Jeto lowered his head and stepped out of the instructor’s office.

“Hmm…”

Edward, sitting in his chair, salivated.

For some reason, I didn’t have a good feeling.

“Why? What happened?”

Soon afterward, Raina, who was sitting next to Edward, tapped him on the shoulder as he was lost in thought.

“It’s not a big deal… He said he’ll go out and come back.”

“Going out? Hey, it’s not going to be an accident, right?”

“I thought it might cause an accident.”

“…Then shouldn’t it be blocked?”

“It’s just that feeling. Unless it’s an unmanageable accident…”

Edward slurred his words, and immediately said, ‘…That’ll be fine.’ He muttered.

‘You can’t stop it anyway, can you? Cadet Zeto.’

Edward had a hunch.

That this is a huge current and he can’t stop it no matter what he does.

That’s when Jeto went straight out the front gate of the academy.

There were two people watching this from a distance.

It was a young girl and an old man with a long beard.

A combination of the two that doesn’t look good at all.

No one will notice that the relationship between the two is the ‘hero and the wise man’ who once set out to catch the demon king.

“To think he had the tears of the dead…”

The old man sighed.

“The lunatic is clear.”

The little girl added her words.

Tears of the dead are very dangerous.

To the extent that even he, who has the status of the chairman, could not provide any help.

The moment it is discovered that you are carrying it, you will not be able to escape a full-scale investigation.

Traces and proofs of the massacre.

It was a matter that could lead to imprisonment even for the crime of not reporting it.

They ask for one thing.

Is the person holding this dangerous object a human or a demon?

It was only natural that he would carry items that the demons could make while the demons’ craft was being carried out every moment.

“Doesn’t that make you more like it? A lunatic changes the world. Isn’t that what you used to say?”

“It’s not a word I use at times like this, but… By the way, you did a good job putting that into your body.”

“In the first place, he didn’t feel any discomfort that a human would naturally have to hear. Even though he wasn’t a demon.”

Yes.

The discomfort they are feeling right now.

The displeasure you feel as soon as you say the word “Tears of the dead”.

Jetto was not feeling it.

So he could have put something like that into his heart.

“Well, I’m sure he’s human…”

The old man who had been touching his chin nodded.

Since they had experienced countless demons, it was something that could be concluded.

In response, the little girl who had been keeping her eyes on the carriage on which Jeto was riding opened her mouth.

“…Yes. Since it’s you and me, it’s a matter of understanding. Other humans will show their displeasure first.”

“By the way, let’s go to ‘there’ anyway? Do you know anything? It’s been more than ten years since the massacre took place. Nothing will be left there anymore…”

“Maybe it will remain. Aren’t you curious? The future the Ludwig clan saw.”

“……”

The old man, the sage Oberth, stared at the face of the reincarnated hero.

‘These eyes…’

The body has changed, but the soul remains the same.

The warrior’s eyes full of curiosity, longing for adventure, were still the same.

“He might have entrusted me with some work. Let’s go soon.”

Ray said as he climbed into the carriage.

This was the carriage that Oberth had called.

Aubert also opens his mouth as he climbs into the carriage.

“Did you say you were the first prince of Terrasia?”

“Do you know what kind of guy he is?”

“Hmm… He’s like a normal, power-hungry guy. Can I just stop him from coming?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well, politics has always been my job. Leave it to me.”

Ray nodded lightly and looked at the window.

Zetto coincidentally sets out to save the last survivor of the Ludwig clan.

‘Will the future he saw and the future the Ludwig family saw be the same?’

The secret hidden in the huge whirlpool that is about to blow up. The hero, Ray, was curious about that.

***

Zetto left the academy and went straight to the alchemy guild ‘Midas’.

It was for the ‘preparation’ for the miracle.

At the time Jeto gave me the items I needed and waited in the room for a while, a Midas alchemist entered the room.

The alchemist seated across from him places two bottles on the desk.

“Here is the item you ordered. It’s called the Last Trick.”

The two bottles contained what appeared to be pills, one each.

“…The final trick. You’re not wrong.”

“hahahaha, thank you for the compliment. Chewing it will have an immediate effect. It will look and feel like a corpse. No heart beating, no breathing. But keep in mind that there are no items that can be used in ‘combat’. That it is not.”

The alchemist peeked at the sword at Jeto’s waist and said so.

As Jeto tilted his head, he continued to explain.

“I can’t really move. Have you ever heard of a basilisk?”

“Speaking of Basilisk… Famous for the Mystic Eye of Petrification…”

“Yes, nothing else. This is a medicine made from the tears of those basilisks. It’s more like a poison than a medicine. It literally hardens the insides of the body.”

“Hmm… It’s expensive for a reason.”

“Anyway, since ingredients are ingredients… Anyway, if you do something wrong, you can become a real corpse without being defenseless. So, you must chew the antidote if you want to wake up before you die.”

To pretend to be a corpse and then become a corpse is not something you would say when selling a product, but the alchemist was quite honest, so he clearly pointed out the caveats and shortcomings.

“But don’t worry. I can move my jaw. I’ve tested it myself, so I can guarantee it.”

“…You don’t spare yourself.”

“hahahaha, all alchemists do. After all, an antidote takes a while to get you moving, unlike a poison that spreads in an instant.”

The alchemist smiled shyly and tapped the lid of the bottle.

“I drew a cross on the cap of one bottle in advance for you. The cross-slashed side is the antidote, and the non-slashed side is the poison.”

Following the alchemist’s words, Jeto put his hand on the bottle and caressed the lid.

“Can a saint fool you?”

“A saint…”

At Zeto’s question, the alchemist tapped the desk.

The alchemist raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth.

“Of course. No matter what I make, it’s perfect. That’s my philosophy. In case the priests intervene, I also included ingredients that resist the divine power in the poison. So… It’s even more dangerous when there’s no antidote.”

Although the alchemist said that, I thought there was a reason this didn’t sell.

Isn’t it the perfect item for a screaming death? However, it was too expensive to use it as a real poison.

Should I live like this?

The alchemist was rather curious about that.

At this, Jeto smiled brightly and put the money bag on his desk.

“It would be a perfect trick. Here, Daegeum.”

Jetto then uncapped the vials on his desk and put two of them into his molars.

“The poison on the left, the antidote on the right, right?”

Zeto pointing to his own cheek in turn.

From noble mtl dot com.

“…Exactly.”

The alchemist confirmed the slash on the lid and said so.

“It was a good deal.”

Jetto immediately gets up from his seat and leaves the room.

Soon after, the alchemist who was left in the room stared blankly at the door through which Jeto came out and murmured in a low voice.

“You’re an outspoken customer. Where are you going to use something like that…”

He had made it, but he hadn’t thought it would be sold, so he was rushing out of the warehouse to get the medicine.

“What, is it not my business?”

An alchemist grinning at the money bag lying on the desk.

Anyway, I got a lot of money that was worth the re-roiling price.

How many times did he get scolded by the guild leader when he was making medicine?

“How much is all this?”

He was very happy when he sold the malicious stock.

***

I was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.

The sudden dissolution of the Golden Lion Knights.

I found out through Blanc, and came across the fact that Zagoras was subjugated by the saintess.

It was impossible to reveal the shocking fact that the deputy leader of the Allied Forces, the Kingdom of Terrasia, and the knights were demons, so they shook it off and started to disband the knights.

Despite repeated regressions, Zagoras has never been subjugated by a saint.

It was a variable.

It’s helpful to me, but the key was who caused the variable.

There was nothing missing.

A lot has changed in this regression, but in the end, the biggest variable is only one person.

‘Zeto…’

Unfortunately, I already knew that he and the saintess were related to some extent.

But I have a question.

From how he drew the help of the saintess.

Delion, how did you come to know that Zagoras was a demon…

There were many possibilities.

Among them, the one that seemed most probable.

What if he did the regression with me?

What if Zeto was a regressor like me?

It was absurd, but unless it was a hypothesis, the events that happened this time couldn’t be explained well.

But I didn’t believe it.

Regressors are not that common.

Even if it was me, Jeto couldn’t understand why he could become a regressor.

I hurriedly went back to my ‘hometown’ to see if there was a key to solving this question.

The place where I was born and the home of the Ludwig clan.

At the same time, it was also the place where they chose to die.

I’ve never stepped foot in the process of going through a regression.

I was afraid that there might be traces of them dying. At least I wanted to go back when I got their revenge.

However, after listening to Ekis, I changed my mind.

I also have something I want to ask them.

Why did they make that choice, and why did they engrave a return to me even at the cost of their lives?

I thought I would be able to find an answer to this if I went back there.

Perhaps even the answer to Zeto’s identity.

“…Isel, when did you come back?”

I was soon able to get out of my thoughts at the voice of a woman who opened the door and entered.

It was Blanc.

Well, this was her house.

After leaving the academy, I was indebted to Blanc for a while.

Opening her door, Blanc takes off her coat and hangs it on her chair in the corner of the room.

I looked at her and opened her mouth.

“Not too long ago.”

“So… Did you get anything?”

“…Nothing.”

“Really?”

A small village hidden in a forest where no one can reach, with a barrier of deterrence.

It was the village of the Ludwig clan.

Contrary to what I expected, there was nothing there.

It was a quiet village where not a single person could be seen.

Everything was intact, as if no one had stepped in for a long time.

Not a single broken house that could be called the traces of the massacre was visible, and rather, the traces of the time they lived were intact.

I was finally able to reach it.

To the ‘altar’ deep in the village.

It was the place I had seen before, recalling memories through Ekis.

It was only then that the memory came back vaguely.

In my memory, the entire clan with me at the center of the altar was holding a short dagger.

‘This will break the chain.’

This is what they said when they chose to commit suicide.

Bridle.

I didn’t know what kind of bridle it meant.

I looked around the altar and found a huge ‘door’ that I didn’t know what it was, but… I couldn’t open it.

I recognized that it was a door that could be entered and exited because it was treated magically, but my mana and blood did not open it.

A door where even the last surviving member of the clan is not allowed to enter. Then, who the hell is the thing behind this door for?

It was frustrating, but I had no choice but to turn around. It’s because I couldn’t waste any more time.

Soon after Blanc looked at me, he carefully opened his mouth.

“Rather than that… I have news.”

“Good news? Bad news?”

“I guess I should say good news. He’s been looking for the ‘Black Hand’.”

“…Zeto?”

“Yes. You haven’t met me… But after hearing the explanation, you seem to be looking for you? Well, first of all, it’s an information guild.”

“So you gave me the information?”

“I didn’t give it to you. The guild members who dealt with him in the first place don’t even know where you are.”

“…”

Are you looking for me after all?

Once again at this time.

“So what are you going to do? Are you going to keep playing around like this?”

Blanc, naturally sitting next to the sofa, asked.

I had to stop Jetto from trying to save me.

I didn’t want to repeat his death again.

Moreover, his curse has not yet been resolved.

We must stop him from going into battle.

However, I didn’t think he would be able to find me if I left him like this.

He will find me somehow.

Like it was back then.

“Where is Jetto now?”

“I knew you would… I’ve put someone in advance. I’m staying at an inn not far from here. Want to meet?”

“…I guess so.”

Previously, I was beaten by Zeto, but this time I will move first.

There is no option to fight together.

I’m not strong enough to protect Zeto in the middle of a fight.

There’s even less of an option to let him fight alone.

This battle is entirely up to me.

I will take responsibility for myself and tie the knot.

In order to do that, I needed a ‘cage’ to confine a blind bird that flew into my arms without knowing it was dangerous.

Come on, Zeto.

Let’s go together.

To the cage prepared for you.