I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 343

343. A mix of good news and bad news

“Extra! Extra!”

On the way back to the dormitory, I see a young boy selling newspapers. Since the academy didn’t have many children, the boy’s face looked quite familiar. From what I heard, he was the son of a general store owner.

“This is news from the far East!”

Judging by the boy’s words, it seems that news of missionary work in the East has finally arrived.

With this, a major change will occur in the landscape of the continent. I plan to start the business I told Geum Yeo-myeong about. As long as he doesn’t run away from Volk, I expect it to be a business with a high probability of success.

There are only two things I would like to ask of Geum Yeo-myeong.

Business and financing.

Gather continuous income from business and build power with that income. He becomes the source of funds for the power.

The goal of the force is also set.

We plan to cultivate human resources to prepare for future wars and to identify and eliminate elements that may pose a threat in the future.

There is a high possibility that it will be an organization similar to the Dark Demons of the East in that it does not appear above the surface of the water.

I plan to touch not only demons but also villains that I have not touched before. To be honest, even two bodies were not enough to handle everything on my own, so I needed to increase my strength.

Unlike when I entered the academy, now I can see that I can take care of my own body no matter where I go, so I thought it was time to go out a little more boldly.

“Buy the newspaper~!”

Anyway, I couldn’t read the newspaper with a bandage over my eyes, so I was just passing by without paying any attention to the boy like usual.

“Uh, aren’t you Zeto?”

But then the boy wearing the hat spotted me and started talking to me. For your information, we had never had a conversation before.

“What’s going on?”

“Zeto’s activities were featured in the newspaper! Did you know?”

“This is my first time hearing this. Are you saying it’s an activity?”

I questioned the words of the boy, who had no idea what he was talking about.

Were there any achievements?

I remember that nothing notable was done.

“Isn’t it Zeto-sama? No, Zeto-sama is the only one…”

Perhaps it was an unexpected answer even from the boy’s point of view. He opened the newspaper he was selling and tilted his head.

“What does it say?”

“This is an interview with a prisoner caught in the East. It was published on the front page. If you look at the article, it seems to say that Zeto was a hidden contributor to this incident… Isn’t that true…?”

“…Could you tell me the contents?”

Hearing the boy’s questioning voice, I held out a piece of cooper and asked.

“I’ll read it to you now.”

Soon, the boy quickly picked up the Cooper, put it in his waist pocket, and began reciting the title of the article on the front page of the newspaper in a bright and cheerful voice.

“A blind man revived by a saint’s miracle goes to the East and performs a miracle.”

***

This morning, several countries in the East, where reporting restrictions were lifted, will be abuzz with the good news that they have made Heneris Protestantism their state religion.

However, we at Romano Newspapers, which prides itself on being the best newspaper on the continent, decided to dig into this incident in more detail. This is to keep our promise to you that we will differentiate ourselves from other newspaper companies.

First, the information provided to us was as follows.

It is said that Bernice, an innocent saint, went to the East and subdued the ‘Blood Demon’, the head of the ‘Blood Cult’, who had circumstantial evidence of making deals with demons, and had an impromptu meeting with the kings of the East who were present at the scene.

What blood religion is here is that it is a group of evil blood wizards from the East who committed murder, cannibalism, and even human sacrifice. The main purpose was, of course, the production of bloodstone.

It may be hard to believe that a group of blood wizards, who were known to not hesitate to betray in order to get the bloodstone alone, was formed, but it was all thanks to the existence of the ‘blood wizard’, the leader of the group and the leader of the cult.

The Blood Cult was not just a group of blood wizards, but a gathering of pseudo-fanatics.

He was a blood demon who was planning to attack a meeting attended by all the kings of the East, but when an innocent saint suddenly appeared on the scene, all his plans were ruined.

This was the information provided by Seongguk to newspaper companies.

But questions remain.

How was a saint in the West able to understand the true intentions of a far-off group called Blood Religion in the East?

Have I received a revelation from the Lord?

Or was there information that was clear enough for her to make a move?

While investigating this, I heard the news that a new prisoner had arrived in Gehenna.

It was an issue that could have been overlooked, thinking that another heinous criminal had been caught, but what caught our ears was the hair color of the prisoner imprisoned in Gehenna.

A boy with black hair.

My interest began to rise when I received information that the new prisoner was from the East.

What crime did the boy from the East commit to be imprisoned in the infamous Gehenna? Especially at this time.

So, after doing some research, I found out that it was indeed different.

Isn’t it said that that young boy was a soldier of the blood religion, or to put it simply, a commander?

We, Romano Newspapers, put in an interview request early on, but we didn’t have high expectations. There must have been a time when the violent criminals imprisoned in Gehenna were interviewed nicely.

However, the prisoner willingly accepted the interview.

We heard stories from him that were quite different from the information we had known so far.

That there was a ‘hidden meritorious person’ in the saint’s brilliant performance.

It was quite an interesting story.

We followed the footsteps of the ‘hidden person of merit’ based on the information provided by the prisoner, and eventually decided to reveal this ‘hero’ to the world.

Are you feeling a little more excited now?

I will now begin the story about the blind cadet at Innocence Academy who left for the East a few weeks ago.

When you think of a blind cadet, isn’t there someone who immediately comes to mind?

Let me tell you in advance, this article is not simply an informational article.

This is a heroic story about Zeto, the academy cadet who was resurrected by the miracle of a saint and plunged the continent into ecstasy.

***

ㅡSuddenly.

When I open the door and return home, I see Zeppeti holding a newspaper and looking troubled.

“…Jeto, that’s in the newspaper…”

“I just heard the news.”

I approached her, barely suppressing her sigh that rose up to the tip of her chin.

[I thought it would happen like this someday…]

Sierra, who was reading an article behind Zepeti’s back, muttered softly.

What she said also made sense. She thought she couldn’t hide it forever.

She had no idea that this would happen just a few days after returning from the East.

“What happened to the newspaper?”

“Just now, Mr. Crank came to visit Mr. Zeto and gave me a newspaper. Is this all true?”

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“Whether it’s true or not, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

The article detailed my activities in the East.

It started with an interview with a military member of the Blood Religion, but it also included interviews with other people who had met me in the East.

People like the grave robbers I met at the tomb of George Han in Hwaguk, Hwang Bao-jin, who was beaten by me at Cheonseon Hakkwan and had broken bones all over his body, and the soldiers who watched my battle during the Seo Chaoliang Rebellion in Yue. .

It was an amazing collaboration between my ‘characteristics’ that were bound to stand out in one way or another and the needlessly persistent reporter.

The article was written as if it were a story about a hero whose identity was hidden, just as it was written.

You may say that it is a good thing that your reputation has increased, but in reality, that is not the case at all.

The reason it was so painful was that I wrote down all the information that should not have been written down.

For example, things like a bounty of 50,000 gold or absurd stories about a swordsman with tremendous talent who reached the level of a swordsman at a young age.

They even added that the bounty was added by 10,000 gold and now it is 60,000 gold.

Although it was written based only on facts, it was impossible not to be attracted to aggro because of that.

If you look at the context of the text, it felt like they were trying to get the world’s attention.

Isn’t it true that he was hiding his activities out of humility? I deliberately worked quietly because there were ‘women’ who were afraid that if I even lifted a finger, I would die again.

However, if their secret activities are published in such a big way in the newspaper, they will have no choice but to find out whether they like it or not.

In fact, Yuri, who was in the women’s dormitory across from her, must have just read the newspaper, and her feelings were written on her window with words like ’embarrassment and confusion’ written on them.

‘Don’t think this is the end.’

Suddenly Biryu’s last words come to mind.

Did he put some conditions in return for agreeing to the interview?

It wasn’t a very bad thing.

Once you have gained fame, your allies and enemies may increase.

Either way, the problem is that it’s not because I want to.

“…Who is the reporter?”

At this point, I am curious about the name of the reporter who caused this chaos.

“I’m a reporter named ‘Rob’ from the Romano newspaper.”

“It’s Rob…”

Of course, it was the first time I heard this name.

***

Meanwhile, Rob, who went to work at Romano Newspaper, was in confusion.

“I saw the article, Mr. Rob. Isn’t that amazing? When did you start investigating like that? Weren’t you coming back after taking sick leave?”

Starting with a compliment from the reporter sitting next to him who always made fun of him.

“Rob, would you like to talk for a moment?”

Even a call from the president.

“What are you talking about…”

Rob, who was scolded harshly whenever he entered the president’s office due to poor performance, asked in a very intimidated voice.

“The article you published last night had no choice but to be published on the front page. It’s been a while since I read an article with such concentration. I didn’t know your talent. This is the first article in today’s newspaper. “It’s a printed item. Wouldn’t you like to take it with you as a souvenir?”

The president handed over the newspaper with a satisfied smile.

Rob, who accepted the newspaper with a shocked expression, couldn’t help but be surprised as he read it as he left the president’s office.

‘Why is my name written down…?’

This is because his name was written in an article he had no memory of writing.

Rob, who was in confusion, began to hurriedly run to the bathroom. Meanwhile, every reporter he met was passing by, telling him that they enjoyed the article.

“Did your body get stolen while you were sleeping…?”

Rob entered the bathroom, looked at the mirror, and muttered.

He was certain that he did not write it.

It’s unfortunate, but Rob was aware that he wasn’t that good at writing.

“For what…?”

Then what is the intention of the person who posted the article impersonating himself?

Will we be able to reveal his identity?

Rob decided that it was impossible and shook his head.

Besides, asking who wrote the article with your name on it is something only a madman would do.

At that moment, a man holding a mop enters the bathroom.

“….Can I clean for a moment?”

“Ah, yes… hahahaha, thank you for your hard work.”

Rob smiled sheepishly, took the newspaper and left the bathroom immediately. Little did I know that the cleaner who just came in was the culprit of what had just happened.

He who was holding a mop and pretending to be a cleaner was none other than a ‘puppeteer’ known as the leader of mixed flowers.

He glances sideways at the newspaper in Rob’s arms, and after he leaves, he mumbles and bursts into laughter.

“…It was well written.”