I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 90

90. owner of purple moon

“…was there a picture here?”

A single word he uttered made Yorfang feel as if he had been hit in the head.

In a way, it was natural.

As a blind man, he would have no way of knowing if there was a painting in front of his eyes or if a painting was a painting.

“Ummm…”

Yorfang let out a small saliva.

I thought it would be troublesome because someone was standing in front of the painting, but for a blind person who doesn’t even know there is a painting, the work becomes much easier.

Yorfang took a step closer to the painting with the puzzled man next to him.

A thread emanates from her right hand.

The thread moves by itself and touches the painting.

A thin thread quietly lifts the picture.

It was the power of the magic thread.

“It’s a picture with many people… I think it’s a very old picture. But strangely, the color hasn’t faded.”

Yorfang, who placed the painting in front of his eyes, slowly looked at the painting and began to recite an explanation. This was just to show off her knowledge.

“I see.”

The man with bandages around his eyes still thought there was a painting in front of him, so he looked at the empty wall in front of him, raised his chin and nodded.

“Khehehe…”

Yorfang, who felt that way was quite funny, laughed a little.

Anyway, Yorfang ran his finger across the painting to check the material. and then admire

‘Isn’t that the level of decades ago?’

It was at least a picture drawn hundreds of years ago.

It did not crack or fade, but the material of the canvas was the same as that of an ancient scroll.

Could it be that the painting itself has some kind of magic that can preserve it for a long time?

Pictures like this are rare.

Yorfang smiled lightly and took out a subspace pouch from his bosom.

She opens the subspace pouch, and the picture is sucked into the small pouch.

Then, he roughly throws the prepared notice on the floor of the wall where the painting was. The order changed a bit, but it didn’t mean much because there were no ‘people watching’.

Perhaps this was also part of the precious things of the academy, so Yorfang decided to go ahead with it.

Yorfang let go of the man next to him.

The man continued to stare at the wall as if he hadn’t noticed all this.

“Anyway… that’s a nice picture.”

At that time, Yorfang, who threw out a word like that, naturally left.

The sword on the man’s waist catches his eye.

From the jewels on the head to the embroidery of flower petals on the handle.

Yorfang, a phantom thief, had a keen eye for high-quality materials and luxuries.

It was a sophisticated design that looked like a treasured sword even at first glance.

It was immediately apparent that a lot of money had gone into it.

In the end, Yorfang can’t stand her terrible ‘habit’.

‘The academy is also the last, so I’m just taking one as a bonus…’

Touched by such a thought, she immediately took out a piece of paper and a fountain pen from her bosom.

It was to write a notice to send to him.

Originally, there was no need to reveal this process, but since the person in front of her was blind, she was brazenly writing down a notice right in front of the person concerned.

‘How many seconds would be good? 5 seconds? 10 seconds…?’

Yorpang, who was writing the notice, ponders as he gently presses his lips with a fountain pen.

‘I’d like 10 seconds.’

It was when Yorfang, who had completed the notice, was folding it.

The man standing next to him still said nothing.

His head was pointed at the wall where the painting had been before.

Yorfang’s gaze turned to the bandage around his eyes once more.

Soon she scratches her head.

‘…Isn’t the notice meaningless?’

He can’t read, so it’s no use.

Yorpang, who finally arrived at such a simple thought, thought about it.

Just then he turns around and looks at her.

“You haven’t said anything since a while ago. …Are you still there?”

As he tilted his head, the sword at his waist reached the moonlight.

The jewel attached to the sword’s head shines brightly.

Yorfang, who was watching this, made up his mind.

‘Yeah, what does it matter?’

The victim is unlucky.

Yorfang recalled his own motto, a belief he had kept since he was in the slums.

Even if he couldn’t confirm it, he thought that people around him would read it later.

“That… the tie is a bit off. Wait a minute…”

There was no problem with his tie, but it was in a tidy state, but he approached him pretending to fix it.

“…thank you.”

As Jorpang adjusts his tie, the man smiles at her kindness.

‘Why are you so needlessly handsome in the yard with your eyes covered…?’

Yorfang, who had been watching the man very closely, blushed slightly in admiration for his appearance, but she was doing ‘work’ anyway.

Yorfang slipped a notice into his bosom that would mean nothing to him whether or not he smiled sweetly.

‘If only he wasn’t a cadet…’

After finishing everything, Yorfang took his hand off his tie and stepped back.

“It’s all done.”

As he said that, the thread slipped from Yorfang’s sleeve and touched his sword.

Yorfang, who watched the man bow his head in gratitude, was happy inside as it seemed to have ended neatly.

“Then see you next time.”

Yorfang, who turned around with a short greeting, counted seconds as he walked down the hallway.

10 seconds.

Just 10 seconds later, the sword attached to the thread and rushed out was following her.

Examining the sword, as expected, she felt that the money had been poured into it.

I don’t know why that guy, who was only a student, wears such an expensive sword, but she stopped caring, having heard that the academy has all sorts of people.

Luckily, the owner of this uniform must have been a swordsman as well, so there was a belt around his waist that could hold a sword. If you put a sword around your waist, you will be able to act more naturally as a cadet.

Yorfang looks back.

The man on the other side was looking at him.

…It would be more accurate to say that his head was facing in the direction he was in rather than looking at it.

‘At this distance, I wouldn’t be able to hear much.’

While she was reaching for the sword to look at the blade, she came to a question.

‘But why were you staring at the wall when you didn’t even know there was a painting…?’

It wasn’t a huge problem, but I did have my doubts.

At the same time, Yorfang’s hand touched the handle.

It was the time when he was about to pull out his sword to check the blade.

ㅡSureung.

With the sound of a sword being pulled out of its scabbard.

Her vision blurs for an instant.

***

Yorfang, who was holding his head, regained his senses.

After closing his eyes tightly, Yorfang slowly turned his head and looked around.

The first thing that caught my eye was…

‘…moon?’

A huge full moon was visible in front of Jorphang.

However, it felt very alien.

The position of the moon was too close.

Especially the color of the moon that dazzled her eyes was unreal.

purple moon.

‘A purple moon…’

…That doesn’t exist in this world.

ㅡChalpak.

Soon after, Yorfang’s feet, which inadvertently moved his legs, touch the water, resonating in this quiet space.

There was very shallow water at the bottom.

The water that was filling up this vast space with no end in sight was still and contained the dark night sky and the moon on the surface of the water.

It was an indescribably dreamy atmosphere.

Finally, Yorfang shook his head.

No, I shook it vigorously.

It was full of foreign things to be real, but the sensation of the water felt on my feet was very realistic.

Yorfang, whose head was getting more and more hazy, clenched his teeth and calmly grasped the situation.

I met a blind swordsman and stole his sword… As soon as I pulled out the sword, this was the situation.

Apparently, she was walking down a dark hallway.

ㅡsssss…

Suddenly, a chilly wind blew from behind Yorfang, and thick purple smoke enveloped her.

I hurriedly covered my mouth and nose at the unknown smoke.

“Big…”

Soon Jorpang moved his legs to get out of the smoke.

But the acting seldom let her go, and she ran and ran. That was the best move Yorpang could make in an unknown situation.

“Puha…!”

Soon after, Yorpang, who managed to get through the smoke, collapses on the floor.

Exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and inhale deeply.

Immediately in Yorfang’s eyes, a distorted figure of himself panting on the surface of the waved water was captured.

How the hell did this happen, and for what reason?

When I couldn’t figure out anything.

ㅡChalpak.

I hear the sound of walking through the water from the other side.

Yorfang hurriedly raised his head in the direction of the sound.

Standing above the water was a woman.

Dark purple smoke was wafting around the woman, who had long black hair and was wearing an oriental dress red like fresh blood.

The scene was an oriental painting more beautiful than any painting Yorfang had ever seen.

The woman slowly approaches Yorfang.

With each step she takes, a gentle wave rises in the water and touches her wrist, which is resting on the floor.

Then the woman’s lips open.

“An unexpected guest.”

A strong yet soft voice pierced Yorfang’s ears.

Eventually, the woman’s eyes, which had the same color as the moon floating in the sky, met Yorfang’s eyes.

Yorfang instinctively realized.

That she is the owner of this place, this space, and the ‘absolute person’.

“ah…”

A dumbfounded shriek came out of Yorfang’s mouth.

She was feeling ‘fear’.

My body was frozen and I couldn’t move for a long time.

escape?

Is there any way to escape

fight back?

Such an option was overwhelmingly intimidating to the extent that Yorfang was not given it.

I had no choice but to accept my fate.

In the end, the woman came close to Yorfang.

Yorfang didn’t even want to make eye contact, so he was lying on his stomach with his head bowed down, but soon the woman’s hand lifted her chin.

“Uh… uh…”

Seeing her gaze asking her to say something, Yorfang wanted to beg for an apology, but no words or sentences could be completed.

The woman’s lips opened slowly as she gazed at Yorfang, whose eyes were trembling violently.

“No matter how insensitive the original woman’s ‘owner’ was and how the woman was tumbled… I didn’t expect ‘something like this’ even if it was such a terrible fate.”

Yorfang couldn’t understand the meaning of those words.

It was just a woman’s lament.

“It’s unpleasant.”

A woman’s low words that followed immediately lingered in Yorfang’s ears.

The woman removed her hand from Yorfang’s chin.

“Just disappear.”

After that, the woman turns her back on her.

ㅡ Fit!

Then, an unknown sound brushes Yorfang’s shoulder.

ㅡChalpak.

Something is cut by something sharp and falls into the water.

It was Yorfang’s arm.

Blood leaked from her arm, which had fallen to the floor, staining the clear and transparent water red.

Yorfang wanted to scream, but he cut his throat right away.

“…!!!”

Yorfang was cut into small pieces by sword strikes pouring out of the air out of nowhere.

crush and crack

Like that, Yorfang couldn’t even move his fingertips properly and let out a silent clamor in response to the constant rushing pain.

The woman who turned around as if she didn’t want to see it in her eyes stared at the moon.

“The original woman must be the ‘sword’ of only one person…”

***

I approached Yorfang, who collapsed and flinched while holding the urethra.

Looking closer, Yorfang’s condition was quite serious.

She was completely wrapped in the yogi that was squirting out of her urethra as she writhed in the foam.

His eyes were open, but he did not appear to be conscious.

Sierra’s yogi was refined through sealing, not disappearing.

‘Sierra’ belonged to me.

Since he held the urethra in such a state in his hand, he was eaten by the urethra.

As soon as she grabbed the sword, Sierra’s figure disappeared. I think Yorfang may have entered Sierra’s mental world or something.

“Kuh… Kkeuk…”

Yorfang barely opened his mouth and let out a despair-filled groan.

I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she looks very painful.

First of all, ‘Sierra’ was removed from Yorfang’s hand.

If left as is, her mind might collapse completely.

Yorfang’s body, which had been shaking violently, soon became quiet.

Sierra then slips out of the urethra.

Her mysterious purple eyes were shining exceptionally today.

As soon as Sierra came out of the urethra, she hugged me.

I pointed at Yorfang, who was fainting with his eyes open, and asked.

“What did you do…”

Sierra, who was looking at me and Yorfang alternately, covered her mouth and answered.

[ …I just said hello. ]

As he said that, looking at Sierra’s narrowing eyes, it was a lie.