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In the soft moonlight, Philip opened his eyes.
‘It’s a dream.’
I saw a large field. A beautiful and peaceful place, like a fairy tale for a little girl.
Evening primroses in full bloom, fireflies flying shyly, and lovely little fairies.
In it, Philip was able to perceive that he was dreaming. Like a lucid dream, a dream in which you don’t wake up even though you know it’s a dream.
Philip walked slowly through the field, feeling the grass brushing his ankles and the pleasant breeze blowing.
‘It’s the same field I saw when I inherited the Moonlight Sword.’
Then, somewhere on the cliff in the distance, there was Master Otem, the creator of the Moonlight Sword. It had happened once anyway, so Philip did not panic and crossed the field relying on his memory.
And I climbed the cliff that rises at the edge of the field.
As I climbed the cliff without too much effort, I saw a tree with an unknown flower standing in a narrow basin, and I saw an old man with white hair leaning against it, looking at Philip.
Phillip stared at him, and the old man smiled and gestured to Philip.
“okay. it’s you My lazy heir.”
He was an old man with a warm impression. The face of an old man in the country, as if he would go for a walk with his grandchildren or make toys for him, supported by his grown sons and daughters.
But Philip caught a glimpse of something extraordinary in him. It was none other than the gaze itself.
Even though he was just looking at a young man he didn’t know, he could feel deep dignity in his eyes.
“… Are you Master Otem?”
“okay. I am the one who handed over the Moonlight Sword to you.”
The old man looked at Philip for a long time with sympathetic eyes. Philip swallowed, feeling a strange pressure.
“Why did you call me here?”
Philip, unable to overcome the pressure, asked. Then the old man, Master Otem, asked back as if he was dumbfounded.
“Is that all you want to ask? Aren’t you curious what exactly you inherited?”
“… ?”
“I ask you one thing. Can you understand the moonlight sword?”
At the old man’s question, Philip tilted his head as if asking what he was talking about.
“Can you understand… What do you mean?”
“It is literally. You must be a pretty proud guy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t fully understand the moonlight sword.”
Philip seemed to know now what the old man was trying to say.
“Isn’t it made for you to understand? Only part of it was true, and the rest was full of useless images and meaningless codes. Of course, thanks to this, I can properly know how to deal with Auras, but for me it is just a milestone that suggests directionality.”
He told the old man what he felt.
The old man twitched his eyebrows as he listened to Philip.
“You are absurdly arrogant. Do you dare to evaluate my moonlight sword? It’s funny how you think what you saw was all about the moonlight sword.”
Despite the anger in his voice, Philip only smiled.
“It’s a vision, and the packaging is flamboyant, but the contents are the size of a fingernail. I’m not stupid You can’t just be endlessly working with a pickaxe in a mine where no wave jewels come out, can you?”
The old man let out a laugh.
“… The good guys say this is the problem. I know I’m a little better than others and I’m the best in the world. Hey, young friend. Let’s look at this for a moment.”
Suddenly, an old iron sword appeared in the old man’s hand.
“Look. You young genius.”
As the old man swung his sword, a ray of pale light flashed in the air.
The moonlight-like flash only flashed for a moment, but Philip felt a cold sweat flow on his own.
It was just one horizontal cut. Neither fast nor strong.
But Philip felt it instinctively. That blow could never be avoided or blocked. It would be the same for any strong person he knew.
The academy’s head professor Emile Panoido and Altair Calaria professor.
It was only a guess, but it was to the point where it was felt that the dragon, Privia, would not be able to resist that blow unless she used the Dragon Word.
The old man studied Philip’s expression carefully.
“Did you see it?”
“… yes.”
Philip barely responded. It was just that he was completely fed up with one move. The old man who called himself Master Otem was the strongest swordsman Philip had ever seen, no, never met.
The old man looked at Philip and asked.
“Then you know now? The moonlight sword you know is not everything.”
“That’s not it either. I guess what I saw was right.”
Philip was no fool. He was rather familiar with the current situation.
‘It’s no different from how multi-level scammers cheat their victims.’
He didn’t know why he was having these dreams. Of course, I knew that this was not a dream, but a kind of mental space. However, it was important that it happened as if it had been arranged in advance, at this point in time facing the Wolrang people.
‘The moonlight sword is an empty gangjeong. It’s clear that the possibility alone has great value, but the intention is clear when you look at it deliberately twisted.’
In the first place, if the purpose was to completely and safely pass it on, there was no need to do it this way.
‘It’s spinning around so that the learner doesn’t get a sense of it on purpose.’
Philip, who had taught many students, knew for sure. And if he had such an intention, it was obvious that the old man named Otem was after him.
‘He’s trying to do something with me. What is it?’
Trying to demand something from Philip using the next step of the great vision of the moonlight sword as bait.
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If it was just to pass on, there would be no need to lay groundwork like this.
But the old man didn’t know.
That Philip knows the original.
Also, the fact that those who can be said to be the strongest in the world have a thorough knowledge of what and how they can achieve it.
‘If Master Otem was that good, he would have killed all the demons a thousand years ago. But they’re alive and aiming for the continent.’
Philip opened his mouth, looking straight at the old man, Master Otem, the creator of the Moonlight Sword and once the owner of the Wolang Tribe.
“Since the seniors showed such great things, the juniors also want to show something with small tricks. Could you lend me your sword for a moment?”
Master Otem held out his iron sword to Philip with an expression that said it wasn’t the same, or it wasn’t the same.
Philip’s reaction convinced him that he was a man of unparalleled talent. A person who has never felt an inferiority complex in his life could make a face like that.
‘Let’s see where.’
Concentrating his mind, Philip slowly raised his aura. It took quite a long time to prepare, but I was planning to show off a technology that has a certain performance.
“Do you know about the discharge phenomenon?”
“… ?”
“It refers to the ionization caused by the electrical action of static electricity. Well, it’s natural that you don’t know, because it’s a world without electricity, but this phenomenon happens when this guy called static electricity exceeds the dielectric breakdown strength of air. Mana is a formless conceptual energy, so if you know how to handle it well, you can artificially cause this phenomenon.”
Blue sparks rose from Philip’s steel sword with a crackling sound. Master Otem’s extraordinary intuition knew that what was happening on Phillip’s sword was almost identical to lightning in the high sky.
“Can you do this?”
At Phillip’s question, Master Otem made a dejected expression. That was a skill he had never seen before in his life, even as someone who had reached the highest level in the field of kendo.
“… … I have no idea. What did you do?”
In response, Philip merely nodded.
“It’s natural that you don’t know, so there’s no need to be too discouraged.”
“hahahaha.”
Philip opened his mouth once again to the old man who was spitting out a laugh.
“Can you send me back now?”
“Damn it. I thought a moderately proud guy would inherit the moonlight sword, but someone worse than me was caught. I know you’re great, so do what you do. And don’t get me wrong. I was really thinking of passing on the moonlight sword properly. You won’t need it.”
The old man said just that and snapped his fingers. Then Philip felt the space around him distort.
His eyes were blackened, and Philip could immediately smell a strange smell.
“… ?”
Like the smell of freshly shed sweat, it wasn’t too bad, but it wasn’t too good either.
Philip opened his eyes and got up.
“Oh, you are awake. Instructor?”
In front of me was Instructor Ophelia. And Philip soon realized that the place where he had just been resting his head was on her thigh.
“… Why did I sleep on the instructor’s lap?”
In response to Philip’s question, Instructor Ophelia whispered with a playful expression.
“Don’t you remember? He came into my sleeping bag last night and touched my whole body… .”
Of course, Philip did not accept her prank.
“I don’t remember, and it never happened.”
“Ah yes. He didn’t wake up even when I shook him, so I played around with him. how is my knee? Were you comfortable?”
“I don’t think it’s a prank you would do as a daughter of an aristocratic family and a formally appointed knight. Sir Baroun.”
When Philip spoke firmly, Instructor Ophelia frowned.
“Why are you straight? Then, is treating people like fools something a noble would do? You played with me even though you knew my identity.”
“I didn’t play with it, I was considerate of the sutra.”
“Okay, now that this has happened, stay close to me from now on. Then I will forgive you.”
“… Ah yes. great. Maybe we can become close like friends we have known for a very long time? It’s like someone who has known each other for decades in the same town.”
Phillip asked with a forced smile, and Ophelia smiled and nodded.
“That is what I want.”
‘It’s funny. As long as you get close, you’re dead.’
She knew how to take advantage of the fact that she was a young and beautiful woman. Philip smiled as he caressed the shoulder and arm that had been pinched the other day.
He intended to get revenge once he got close enough to cross the line.
* * *
“omg… Heo-eok… .”
Borian Hubbit let out a heavy breath as he perched on the corpse of the Gnoll Warrior.
It was the third day of the monster subjugation practice.
Today’s schedule was to fight the monsters directly under the observation of the instructors and professors based on the location of the monsters and other information obtained the day before.
“what. Are you tired already?”
Chanya Wu Zechu approached him and sneered. Borian, who had no energy to get angry, didn’t even respond. In comparison, Chanya did not look very tired, although she was sweating a little.
‘How the heck did you get the stamina?’
Borrian knew that she had killed more monsters than he had. She was able to deal with more and stronger monsters at once than Borrian.
Of course, Borrian would win if he sparred with swordsmanship, but Chanya was an expert who could not be compared to him in the field of monster hunting.
“Did you think stopping an invading monster would be the same as going out and killing it yourself, Borrian? that’s a whole different thing Do you understand now?”
His pride was hurt, but he wasn’t wrong, so Borrian gritted his teeth and let out a rough breath.
At that time, Cheryl, who was a little away, approached, dripping with sweat under the hem of her robe.
“Heh… heck… This area is now cleared, right?”
They and Vorrian’s group were in charge of searching and subjugating the west side of the plains. After waking up at sunrise and fighting and marching for about seven hours, the children’s stamina was almost exhausted.
Except for Chanya, of course.
“a little… I think I need to rest… is it car i’m so tired… .”
“huh? ah… okay. you really need to rest I need to recover my stamina to come back.”
Thinking that she would catch a child at this rate, Chanya also found a seat and sat down next to Cheryl. Borian involuntarily averted his eyes at the sight of him wearing short shorts and spreading his legs wide apart.
“Borian. Do you understand now? People should always be humble. If you want to do something together, you have to think about communicating with others first.
“… okay. Okay, can you please be quiet?”
The person who helped him when he fell into the trap was Chanya, so Borrian couldn’t bear to argue. He completely raised the white flag, and the other two members were busy watching Chanya and Borrian.
“I have to walk two more hours… What time of year are you walking? Well, it’s fortunate that he came back intact without any injuries. I heard that the other group members were hurt a lot here and there.”
“I know. I’m so glad.”
Chanya talked without stopping. In fact, she was the only one who had the energy left to speak. Cheryl gave her a good laugh so she wouldn’t feel embarrassed.
Caring was not the only purpose. Cheryl liked her snappy tone, her prettier voice than I thought, and her slightly unusual tone.
A person who doesn’t get bored or tired just by listening to what they say. If there was such a person, it would be Chanya.
“What are you going to do when you go back to the academy?”
“Um… I’m going to take a bath with Janice. maybe two hours? After that, I want to wear comfy clothes and get a good night’s sleep.”
“Johnnys, did you say that she was the daughter of the Murella family? He’s a high-ranking aristocrat, and you’re a commoner. How did you get to know him so well?”
Cheryl tried to answer with a helpless smile at Chanya’s sudden question about something sensitive… And at that moment, something sharp and pointed pierced through her wavy hair.
It was the goblin’s sting. It was a neurotoxin strong enough to paralyze her for a moment even if it touched her skin, and the stinger grazed Cheryl’s cheek.
“what? You obviously killed them all. There was no way he would have stayed around here?”
Chanya was startled and jumped up with her own spear. Soon, Cheryl’s face turned blue, and she shuddered, paralyzed.
He wouldn’t die, but he wouldn’t be able to use magic in this battle.
Fortunately, there was one more student from the Faculty of Magic, and Chanya, who thought it was fortunate, saw goblins breaking through the bush and revealing themselves.
“… Nonsense. Why is the Hobgoblin here?”
Hobgoblin, who is said to be the royal family among goblins, appeared with six goblins. According to Chanya’s common sense, it couldn’t have happened.
‘This can’t happen unless someone drove it here… ?’
A group of goblins, including the Hobgoblin, couldn’t handle it without Cheryl with the current power. It was because everyone’s stamina had dropped to the bottom, and after a while after the break, the body cooled down.
‘I can’t even step back because Cheryl was poisoned… … .’
After thinking about it for a moment, Chanya sighed as if she couldn’t help it and called Borian.
“Borian. Take Cheryl and retreat with the others. I’ll try to lure you in somehow and pull myself out.”
“Is it like that… ?”
“of course. Do you know that I am like you?”
Of course it couldn’t have been. Before he died, it was something he did believing that the instructors would save him. He would be stabbed with poisonous needles and stoned a few times, but it was better than having the first friend he made at the academy go through a rough run.
“… I will not forget your performance.”
Borrian gave a thumbs up, quite admiring. He seized the opportunity and somehow succeeded in securing Cheryl, who had fallen to the floor, and Chanya immediately threw a spear at the Hobgoblin.
She couldn’t handle Aura yet, but it was quite a biting attack, perhaps because her javelin skill was exceptional.
However, unlike other goblins, Hobgoblins with tan skin were individuals with fighting power comparable to those of trained knights, and were not easily attacked with obvious intentions.
The Hobgoblin ducked down to avoid the javelin, picked up the rusty shortsword, and the goblins slingshots flew at Chanya.
In that urgent situation, Chanya slightly looked away to see if Borrian was able to get away safely.
‘Good escape. Ugh, that must hurt a bit.’
And she turned her head again to defend against lethal attacks directed at her, such as poison darts and slings to the vitals.
But something was strange.
“… huh?”
The Hobgoblin, who had been acting like he was going to run into her, seemed to have shrunk by one head.
‘no… It’s not like that, it’s just that you don’t have a head, right?’
Who could have blown the Hobgoblin’s head off in that brief moment?
To have the ability to do that, you had to be at least the level of an instructor. As she watched Philip and Ophelia approaching her, she felt intuition that she had completely ruined her practice score.
‘I’d rather be hurt… .’
The scholarship for this semester flickered in her mind.
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