I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 204

204. Mixed Flowers

A piano melody plays in the concert hall.

A girl who takes one step each time the keyboard moves.

She danced and approached the piano in the center of the stage, not paying attention to the eyes of the audience.

Her tempo slows down dramatically, and as she finishes her performance, a man playing her piano spots her.

“Is Lucia here?”

“You still play the piano well. It was a beautiful performance.”

“It’s still not enough. We need to give the audience a more beautiful performance.”

“What about the others?”

“Everyone is busy with their own business. Has anyone ever gathered here?”

The man tilted his head as he carefully closed the key cover.

They belonged to an organization called Hwa-hwa.

Honhwa (混花), a flower that blooms in chaos.

Even though it was an organization, most of the members had strong personal tendencies, so they didn’t get together well.

This building, located secretly in the basement, was his personal concert hall and a kind of hideout.

“I’ve heard rumors even stranger than that.”

“What rumors?”

“Such a strange rumor that the head of harmony is coveting my flower?”

“Ah, that’s it.”

“But there is no head or chief in Hwa-hwa, right? I don’t know if it’s someone who looks like that…”

Lucia turned around as if dancing and then tilted her head looking at him sitting at the piano.

“…Are you mister?”

“hahahaha, I can’t stand Lucia.”

“Pooh, are you trying to invade my territory?”

Finally, Lucia puffed out her cheeks in disapproval and narrowed her eyes.

The man who was subjected to her cute questioning stands up with a smile on his face.

“Did Lucia like him?”

“At first I thought he was just a nice, sweet guy. He had more fun.”

“You fell in love with him?”

“Puhyuk, love is such a difficult story for me. I only like flowers… That role is not my role. More than that, mister, you haven’t answered my question yet…”

“…I don’t have any plans right now. But it’s true that I was interested. Right now I’m just waiting for the flowers to bloom.”

“Hmm… I think the flowers have already bloomed.”

“A bigger flower will bloom than that.”

“It’s still beautiful enough.”

“Don’t worry too much. At that time, Lucia will surely be satisfied.”

“What did you see?”

At Lucia’s question, the man who stroked her piano is lost in her recollection.

“…Heaps of scrap metal, demons with red horns growing on their heads… And he was seen among them. Disbelief, despair… And reunion. Soon there will be a war, Lucia.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“hahahaha, it makes sense. But what matters now is that he will be at the center of that war.”

“War… Is my brother safe?”

Lucia, whose eyes suddenly changed at the word war, asked in a rather serious voice.

Her For her, her most important thing was the safety of her little sister, Rikua.

“Maybe…?”

The man replied with a shrug of his shoulders feeling that he had been misplaced.

“I don’t want to risk my brother’s life for such an ambiguous answer. Then, if he dies, can there be no war?”

“…Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s the case. His presence is only to lead the war into chaos. It’s too late to stop the war itself. If you intend to harm him above all else…”

As the man snaps her finger, the people at her concert stare at her.

“…You can’t just let it pass, can’t you?”

They were not living humans.

They are all his puppets and the audience watching his performances.

People called him a marionette in a massacre or a cursed puppeteer.

Lucia turned his head to look at the surroundings as he felt the thick murder from all sides, then raised his hand in surrender.

“Well, as long as my brother isn’t in danger… I’m fine. It’s still fun enough to be satisfying.”

“That’s good.”

At Lucia’s answer, her man clapped her hand again, and her audience, who had been glaring at her, naturally murmured as she talked about her performance just now.

“But if he’s that concerned, wouldn’t he be better off stopping the assassins himself?”

“Ah, that 50,000 gold…”

At the man’s murmur, Lucia nodded her head.

“He won’t be killed by ordinary assassins, but wouldn’t it be dangerous? If ‘Ghost of the Holy Land’ or ‘Stray Dog’ comes out…”

“Well, wild dogs are stupid and greedy for money, so even so, the ghosts of the Holy Kingdom won’t appear.”

“Why?”

“I’ve met her once. ‘She’ doesn’t kill people just for her money.”

“The ghost of the Holy Kingdom was a woman?”

“…That’s all I know.”

The man stroked his neck and smiled sinisterly.

There was a deep scar on his neck.

This is the scar left when he met the ghost of the Holy Kingdom in the past.

“Rather than that, scrap metal and demons… Is Zeto betraying humans?”

“Okay.”

The man spat out an ambiguous answer once again, and was absorbed in the reverberation of the chaos that would follow.

To make an innocent man even more innocent.

A greater sense of betrayal to the women left behind.

His role in the puppet show is to agitate public opinion so that the chaos grows out of control.

The flowers he will bloom are already very beautiful, so it was enough to create a background.

“I’m going to go now. There are no people… Since you don’t do any work, there’s nothing interesting to say, right?”

“When you say that, it sounds like you’re an unemployed man, but even so, he’s working diligently at the best newspaper on the continent.”

“You’re a cleaner.”

By mouth ‘fufu.’ Lucia, who had been making a sound, turned her back.

“Oh, by the way. Come to think of it, did you say you were going to the east this time? There’s Lafert right now in the east, so if you’re good at it, you might be able to meet him.”

“Lafferte…? What is he doing there?

“I heard that you are hanging out with a group of blood mages from the East called Blood Bridge? ‘Blood Blood’… So it seems they are preparing a grand event called the Blood Festival.”

“Hmm… It’s a festival, so that must be fun.”

Lucia, who didn’t even turn her head, exits the venue with a faint smile after those words.

The man who was watching her back as she exited the concert hall sighed and laughed.

He was reminiscing about her past, the first time he met her.

Since she was a child, she couldn’t fit into the world, and she was pure chaos.

What he did was simple.

She told her that you weren’t wrong, that you weren’t wrong, she just told her the beauty of chaos.

Reading people’s minds and using them is a talent possessed by humans who belong to a hybrid, but her method was quite unique among the members of a hybrid.

Her innocence was her weapon.

Therefore, the flowers she blooms have a primitive and stimulating fragrance that captures the essence of human beings.

“She seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit too.”

Has she ever seen Lucia looking so excited?

“Anyway, since the academy is her stage… I’ll make sure to pay attention to the outside world.”

Information about the innocent Saint Bernice was written on a piece of paper on the piano that his eyes were on.

“It’s the power to distinguish between truth and lies… It reminds me of a beautiful tune. Was there a black magician among the puppets?”

***

Early in the morning, I told Zeppetti my reasoning about the Earth God.

‘Chicken and cider…? Why did I wait until now to get such important information…!’

‘I thought it was an Easter egg…’

Petty’s bruises overhearing my reasoning followed, and then I went with her to the store she had previously stopped by with Eisel.

That’s how I was able to meet the owner of the store.

“No, the boss is the one lying over there? Boss! A customer is looking for you!”

Gee, he wasn’t the boss.

Of course I thought he was the boss who was cooking in the kitchen, but it seems he was just an employee.

The employee called the president, and the man who was lying on the sofa with a magazine or something on his head hurriedly stood up.

“What, is there a guest…?!”

Is he really the boss?

No, is the god of the earth right?

He was an inconspicuous visual man with an extremely ordinary aura that did not feel like a god at all.

“Huh…?”

Soon he finds me and Zeppetti, and his eyebrows rise.

“Medler, you can leave work today.”

“Yes, boss? But there are guests? If you serve your food, the customers who have come will be disappointed, right?”

“They’re not normal customers who come to eat. It’s okay.”

“But…”

“Oh, really… I’ll definitely take care of the money, so listen to me…! My authority as the president is dropping in real time.”

“Without the authority to fall…”

In the end, an employee named Madler leaves the store, pushed on his back.

“Whoa…”

He hurriedly kicked out the employee and wiped his palms. Then he held out his palm and immediately caught the mood.

“You’re welcome. I’m the one…”

ㅡ With my daughter!

At that moment, his words are cut off as the door opens and Madler steps back into the store.

“…”

He let Madler go uneasy.

“Ah, that’s where I left my luggage…”

Madler entered the kitchen, packed his things, and walked out of the store again.

“Keuheum, I am…”

Then he cleared his throat and tried to set the mood again.

“…Okay. It looks like you came to know who I am.”

I think I just decided to skip it because I didn’t feel the spirit.

“Have a seat. Didn’t you bring her by the way?”

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“If she… Are you referring to Sierra?”

Sierra left behind.

I was just about to tell her that I was going shopping with Zepetty for a while.

“Well, that’s not a good thing for her to hear. It’s going to be hard for her to understand what she’s talking about in the first place.”

She had the same thoughts as him.

Soon after Jeppetti and I sat down, he tapped on the table and continued talking again.

“Let me formally introduce you. I’m the ‘Earth God’ you’ve been looking for. Well, I’m not a god or anything anymore.”

“Then what should we call it? Aren’t there many gods on Earth?”

“Call me whatever you want. Because all those gods were me.”

“Hmm…”

I thought of gods from various religions, but I didn’t want to call them that.

“Loki… What about Loki?”

Zepetti must have had the same thoughts as me, so she suggested it to me.

“Why Loki?”

“It just came to my mind. It seems like a similar image…”

“Is Loki the guy from Norse mythology? He’s my personal favourite.”

“Then let’s say it’s Loki.”

“As you wish.”

That’s how she had her first meeting with Loki.

If I had to question it, I’d seen her before, so maybe it wasn’t until I met her for the first time.

“Well, I don’t like names, so let’s get straight to the point. The fact that you came to see me means Heneris told me about me… You must have noticed that there is a problem with awakening, right?”

“Awakening problem?”

I tilted my head at Loki’s words that there was a problem with awakening.

“…Or what?”

“I just came because I thought my head was going crazy.”

“Because my hair got weird…?”

“A lot of things happened in a short while. I wonder if I can fix this…”

“What happened?”

I explained to Loki what happened with them. The eccentricity of their obsession and the feelings I feel about it.

“Isn’t that related to the crown…”

After hearing my explanation, Loki scratched his head. However, his words that followed right away took me by surprise.

“…That has nothing to do with the crown?”

Loki, who calmly dug his ears, spoke in a determined voice.

“Yes? But…”

“Is that just your taste?”

“…My taste?”

“Didn’t I look at your past life in the first place? It’s the same taste as it was then and now. To sum it up, you’ve been a weirdo from the beginning. Did this answer your question?”

I heard a clear answer, and Zeppetti, who was sitting next to me, stared blankly at me.

“Zetto-nim was like that in his previous life…”

“No…”

…Is that so?

Now I don’t even know what it is.

“It’s just a misunderstanding because the emotions have faded. Of course, it can’t be denied that it’s stimulating, so it will help you regain your emotions… But don’t blame the crown I made. The crown is yours.” It didn’t affect ‘weird taste’ at all.”

I knew my reaction wasn’t normal, but I just had a peculiar taste… I didn’t know what else to say.

“…More than that, there’s a problem with awakening…?”

At times like these, it is better to change the subject.