I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 70

70. Tears of the Dead and the Blind Saint

70. Tears of the Dead and the Blind Saint

Now he has come to Daedroth to embed the tears of the dead into his body.

The key was where to put the jewels.

However, Daedroth’s answer was already decided.

“So… it has to be near the heart?”

“It’s better when it’s in the form of an accessory. It’s easier to recognize the wearer. If you choose to embed it into your body, you have to ‘imprint’ that you’re the owner of the jewel. In the case of the tears of the dead, I think a place near the heart would be appropriate. The heart can be said to be the source of life.”

“…”

Listening to Daedroth’s kind explanation, I leaned back on the sofa and threw my head back.

‘I’m afraid it’s not a fantasy…’

I’ve never experienced putting jewels into my body, even in a game.

Because there was nothing to do with it.

However, the tears of the dead could not hide the energy that flowed through the same process as the sealing process like the urethra.

I chewed on the antlers of Dius, who remained silent for a while.

Then Daedroth asks a question.

“But what are you chewing on?”

“It’s the horn shell of Dius. I got it for catching a lich this time.”

At the word “Deus’ horn shell”, the Daedroth was shocked.

It wasn’t a horn, it was just a shell, so it didn’t seem like a precious elixir, but why is that?

“Hey, is your tongue okay…?”

“A tongue?”

“I’ve heard that Dius’ horns are terribly tasteless…”

“ah.”

Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve been able to feel the rich taste of any food I’ve eaten lately.

I ate so many strange things that my tongue became strange.

If ‘excellent sense’ included taste… it was worth it.

[Disciple, are you okay…? I think taste is a pretty important thing in living life…]

“It’s okay, Master. If you’re going to eat something like this in the future anyway, I think it’s better not to taste it.”

[Still, gastronomy is an important entity…]

As Sierra and I are having such a conversation, Daedroth shakes his head.

“It’s mysterious no matter how many times you look at it.”

He said that and drank from the glass on the table.

Since he was a dragon, there was no particular concept of being drunk. In order for him to get drunk, a human would have to be doused with a liquid close to poison.

Daedroth finally got up from his seat and said let’s deal with it quickly.

Soon after receiving his guidance, I took off my top and lay down at a long table.

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Potions of unknown use were placed by my bedside.

It was only when the cold table touched the warm skin that I realized what I was about to do.

Daedroth promptly gives me a potion.

“What is this? A potion? Could it be some kind of anesthesia?”

“…Didn’t you say you expected to be sick? It’s an elixir. You’ll be sorry if you die on the way, so drink it beforehand.”

I was speechless at Daedroth’s blunt reply.

‘Elixir…’

It was a top-notch potion that was hard to find in the game.

A potion that has recovery power at the level of divine magic ‘heal’, which is different from general recovery medicine.

At this point, wouldn’t it be a hint that he is a ‘Gold Dragon’?

I immediately drank the elixir.

What’s the point if you die before you even get one coin?

“…I’ll start. You’d better try to stay as still as possible.”

Then, a dragon’s scales grew from his raised index finger, and sharp dragon claws… should I say claws? In any case, it looked very sharp.

In a word, it looked painful.

His claws point near my heart.

Then, the hand is drawn down.

Naturally, blood spurted out between my gently cracked skin.

“If you think you’re going to die, tell me in advance, and I’ll pour you the elixir. In that sense, it’s difficult to lose your mind.”

“Keugh… That’s really… Thank you…”

It was painful to have his chest opened and closed while his mind was intact, but it was a very subtle feeling.

Soon after, Daedroth inserts a jewel into his chest.

Then he utters something like an incantation in a small voice.

I couldn’t understand what language it was.

Something like ancient runes or dragon words flashed through my mind.

[ Hoo… The jewel is slowly taking root in your heart. It is a strange sight. ]

Sierra, who was observing the ‘surgery’ intuition, exclaimed.

Soon, the mouth of Daedroth, who had been reciting the spell, stopped.

Daedroth withdraws his hand.

His hands were full of blood.

I closed my open chest and poured the elixir into it.

“……It seems like it’s finished somehow.”

Said Daedroth, who poured the entire bottle of elixir.

It could have been a simpler task than I thought, but I think it was possible because it was Daedroth, not anyone else.

I barely moved my arms while lying down and felt my chest to see if the wound had healed.

‘Is it already closed?’

In the meantime, it seemed that new flesh had sprouted.

I stood up from the table and smiled at the Dedros.

Sierra comes up to me and hugs me tight.

Her bursting breasts block my face.

Her voice stroking my hair echoes in my head.

[It must have been very painful… I endured it well. Death won’t be able to separate us now. ]

“It’s only once, hahahaha…”

Sierra seems to have been happy inside after hearing the effect of the tears of the dead. It was said that the contract with her could somehow go on longer.

At that moment, Daedroth opened his eyes wide and held out the Elixir to me.

“…I don’t know what they’re talking about, but blood flows from their mouths.”

[Really. I also buried the original woman. ]

After Daedroth, Sierra added.

After hearing his words, I wiped my mouth, and a lot of blood was coming out.

There was also blood on Sierra’s chest, which was blocking my face.

Is it possible to touch because it is my blood?

I couldn’t figure out the details.

Judging from the fact that Daedroth doesn’t mention it, it seems that there is no blood on Sierra.

While Sierra was thinking about what to do with the blood, Sierra wiped the blood on her chest with her hand and licked it.

So I asked Sierra.

“…Master?”

[Bo, the bonnyeo is cleaning it up…]

Sierra stuttered as she turned her head away from me.

In a way, it might be the first time Sierra put something in her mouth since she became a dead person. Even though it couldn’t have been delicious, Sierra licked up all the spilled blood.

I was watching it, putting on a top and adjusting my clothes.

As I got off the table, I immediately opened the status window to check if it was applied properly.

Fortunately, I was able to confirm that ‘Tears of the Dead [Engraving]’ was written on the list of items being worn.

I also finally got one coin.

‘Looks like I can do a little overdoing it now.’

I have no intention of wasting One Coin in vain.

However, it gave me confidence that I would be able to pull off a narrow line.

Of course, since the tears of the dead contain hundreds of ghosts, it seems that side effects may occur, but I have not experienced it, so I did not know.

Daedroth, who was observing me, opened his mouth.

“It’s like a charm. It seems that the energy is well hidden… It’s hard to feel the energy unless someone puts a hand on his chest.”

“Thank you. But, how should I pay for this job…?”

I asked him, glancing at the three neatly emptied bottles of elixir.

“Conservative… Conservative…”

Daedroth blurted out the end of his speech while thinking about it.

This time, he didn’t create a work like Yodo, so he didn’t want to get paid.

‘Are you going to do something?’

Even in the game, at times like these, they were given miscellaneous quests such as errands.

Meanwhile, Daedroth cuts off the conversation.

“…a guest has arrived.”

It seems that it sensed that someone had stepped into the barrier.

ㅡ Smart.

Immediately after the Daedroth chanted, someone knocked on the door of the mansion.

Daedroth roughly wiped off the stained blood with a cloth and approached the door.

ㅡ Kikkiik.

“Chief… My child…”

The door opened and it was a villager who appeared.

A villager was carrying a child on her back.

Looking at him from a distance, he could see the wound on his ankle.

“This… looks like it was attacked by a poisoned one. If it’s one nearby… whoa… I’ll have to call a priest soon.”

The tone and voice of Daedroth, who had been talking like that, quickly changed to that of a young village chief.

“Yes, thank you… Thank you so much… But it might be hard to get through tonight… The child is in so much pain…”

I eavesdropped on their conversation from a distance and made my judgment.

If it’s a Daedroth, there must be several ways to cure that child.

However, when he hears that he will call a priest, it seems that he does not like solving all the problems in the village with his money or ability as a dragon.

Is it because it’s not natural?

However, as far as detoxification was concerned, acupuncture was also possible.

I always had a kit in my backpack.

I slowly approached Daedroth.

Daedroth heard my presence and said, ‘Wait a minute.’ I left the word to the residents and closed the door for a while.

And then he looks at me

“I think I can fix it.”

I pulled out a spit from my backpack and whispered in his ear.

“…Hey, did you know how to handle acupuncture?”

“Any amount of detoxification is possible, but would it be better if I didn’t step in?”

“Hmm… It seems that the poison has already spread in the body, so it will be too late to wait for the priest… Good.”

That’s how the close conversation with Daeros ended.

Daedroth opened the closed door again and opened his mouth while looking at the residents waiting in front of the door.

“This is an old friend of mine who says he knows how to do acupuncture. Can you please trust me?”

The villager checked the bandages around my eyes and was hesitant, but replied that he would know if the trust Daedroth had built as the village chief was considerable.

Detoxification was fairly simple.

It only took a little time because the poison was widespread, but it was not difficult.

“…I think this is enough.”

As I retrieved the saliva from the boy’s body, I turned my head behind me and said to the boy’s mother, who was watching it.

Shortly after, the boy who had lost his mind opens his eyes.

He calls for his mother and she comes over in tears.

As I moved away from them, I approached the Daedroth, who was watching me with my arms crossed.

Then the Daedroth’s mouth opened.

“I never knew how to handle acupuncture… Once upon a time, there was a very famous blind acupuncturist. He’s from the East, and it seems like you and I have a lot of overlap.”

Are you referring to the person who made acupuncture, which Priscilla had told her about when she was trying to learn acupuncture?

It was a statement that felt like the years he had lived.

“I asked how to get paid… How about taking a walk around the town? It’s because there are not one or two people in this small town.”

“…That’s fine with me. But acupuncture has its limits, so it can’t cure all diseases. Will that be enough?”

“Suffice.”

The Daedroth’s answer fell, and he wandered around the village late at night, treating small and major illnesses and injuries suffered by the residents.

Deedros memorized who was injured, how, and what kind of disease he was suffering from. Thanks to that, it was easy to tell if I could treat it or not.

When I ran out of needles while walking around town, Daedroth hurriedly returned to his mansion and handed me a bunch of needles as if he had made them in the meantime.

It was late, but at some point the villagers started to gather, and eventually they had to spit in front of most of the villagers watching.

Lastly was a little girl who was having a bit of a headache.

I was afraid of sticking needles in my body, so I had to politely reprimand her in the wind.

“Now, it doesn’t hurt at all, right?”

“wow…”

The girl looked at the acupuncture needle in her arm and her eyes widened.

Soon after, he said that his head didn’t hurt, and he started running around on the spot without even drawing his saliva.

“I heard you’re the chief’s friend…”

“There’s no such thing as a saint…”

“The Blind Saint…”

“A saint has come to this small town. Crunchy…”

Residents watching this hear whispers.

…Most of the villagers felt that way.

I finished everything and was talking to Daedroth.

“Why does the voice of the saint come out…?”

I was simply curious.

Not only in this town, but also in the academy.

Daedroth took a sip of his drink and opened his mouth.

“hahahahaha! Come to think of it, you can’t read books, so I don’t know about that ‘fairy tale book’.”

“Is it a children’s book?”

“There’s something like that. I guess it felt like the way he did and talked was similar to the saint in that fairy tale.”

“Aha…”

it’s a fairy tale

While playing the game, I hadn’t come across anything about children’s books, so I couldn’t point out anything.

[I’m not very interested in books either, so I don’t know what children’s books you’re talking about. ]

Even in poetry, there was not much difference.

It won’t be very important.

That’s how I passed the conversation topic and had a little more conversation with Daedroth.

It was mainly the old stories of Daedroth.

Maybe because I took the first step well, he liked me in many ways.

“…I’ll just go back now.”

Time was getting late.

It was only in the morning that we were able to say goodbye and leave the Daedroth Mansion.

The villagers I met on the way to ride the carriage asked, ‘Where are you going now?’ To the question, I…

“It will flow as far as your feet go.”

After saying …, I got out of them and boarded the wagon.

Of course, the destination was Innocence Academy.

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Comment

  1. LittleBrotherDesir says:

    Firstr trie he probably got the incomplete form of Tears of Dead, so it didnt have the “resurrect” hability.

  2. MrPojsomnoj says:

    It was implied that he became stronger by Eisel, and there was clearly said, that he took risk ONLY cause he became stronger.

  3. Viridis says:

    Ye he wasn’t strong enough to want to take the risk. Or at least that’s what was implied it’s totally possible that could be the case

  4. OnlyTruth says:

    No bro at that time he didn’t have that

  5. From what I’m thinking, when Jetto originally died, Eisel must have killed herself to go back in time. But she probably didn’t know that Jetto would have had that crystal embedded in his heart that could resurrect him once. I’m almost certain that this regression was caused by a misunderstanding.

  6. Kazuya says:

    Just as I was thinking about the title the people are using for the MC, I remembered the novel The Regressor and the Blind Saint and thought that it fits perfectly for the situation of Aisel and MC.

  7. Silver says:

    It’s funny i guess he wanted to be called The Blind Swordsman but he is being remebered as The Blind Saint.

  8. Arcus 101 Arcus 101 says:

    The Legend of the Blind Saint is spreading farther.

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