I Will Take a Break at Academy chapter 116

116. contract (3)

Euron, who saw me, was surprised at first, but soon put on a rotten smile. It was a self-confident and arrogant attitude.

Yes, right now Euron is showing off to me that he has the Northern Windswallow Mercenary on his back.

If it was a mercenary team that actually played in the field, it wouldn’t be that bad compared to the academy cadets, and even the number of pages was much higher. Euron believes in that.

‘Even if you look at it, it’s a topic that’s the end.’

It’s crazy.

“Hey you?”

“Oh oh. It must be Cain.”

Euron, who seemed to be full of confidence somehow, got off his horse and approached us.

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

It seems that she is not too happy to reunite with this crazy guy. Euron opened his mouth without caring about such an attitude.

“long time no see. everyone. How are you?”

Euron had a more developed bullying temperament without a foundation. He’s really a bad guy.

“Cain, it’s nice to meet you here like this.”

under. A smile that pretends to be wonderful in the world. He’s a guy with no shame. After all, you can lay a steel plate like that, so you must have sucked drugs.

“you. Why are you here?”

Cain asked with an ax eye.

“Why? yeah… … Because I’m the negotiator for the Windswallow Mercenary Corps.”

“you?”

It’s a sound that’s not very trustworthy.

What do you trust him to be the negotiator for the mercenaries? It’s 100% bluffed bullsh*t. Since it’s in front of Cain, he must be more blunt.

It was so blatant that it made me feel like vomiting.

“by the way. Aren, are you alive?”

“… … .”

“I was very worried.”

Euron laughed at the word ‘worry’ and put it in his mouth.

“I heard so many bad rumors these days. I was worried about whether you’re okay It was a motive though. Are you sure?”

For a moment, I almost threw my fist in anger.

-Be patient, be patient. Just looking at it, the quality of being a baby is bad. Even if you get angry, only you will lose your grade.

Even the elder Acheron stopped me.

‘I’m not particularly angry.’

-yes? then?

‘I’m just annoyed by the fussing.’

It’s because I hate people like that.

It didn’t bother me or upset me that he was spreading bad rumors about me.

That condescending attitude only gets on my nerves.

furthermore-

“Then shall we go? Let me guide you. It seems like it’s been a long time, but I’ll take Cain on horseback. let’s go.”

“what. No thanks?”

“Isn’t it hard?”

Seeing Cain soggy, I couldn’t stand it any longer. The moment he opened his mouth to say something, Cain’s momentum changed dramatically.

“Don’t do that, just relax… … .”

“I don’t like it, but why are you so mean? stinky.”

Cain frowned arrogantly and said clearly. It was really scary.

“under. Did you say it was boring?”

Euron must have been upset, and took a step forward. It was to the point where I could only sigh.

Guys who don’t have anything are sure to believe only in their backs and show off like that. I’ve seen such human idiots so often that I’m sick of it.

“yes. you suck.”

Euron was angry, but it didn’t work on Cain.

“When you were expelled from the academy for taking medicine, what kind of face are you greeting us with? You are a disgrace to the nobility.”

Cain fired at Euron without stopping. Cain calmly replaced the words I wanted to say.

“Hey, this is really… … !”

“What would you have done if Aren was hurt because of something wrong then? under. Come to think of it, is it hard to forgive?”

Cain growling like an angry puma. Euron pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something.

“you. Don’t you know who I am?”

“Euron Taylor-Joy. No, there will be no saints anymore. Aren’t you the ‘commoner’ Euron who was expelled from the academy and whose family register was also closed?”

“… … Are you done?”

“yes. I’m done. To be honest, I don’t like to mix words with commoners. The level goes down.”

Cain paid back in words. no more than that

He was attacking the fact that Euron had always been very proud of his family. For Euron, who has a family register, it must feel like putting salt in a wound.

If I were Euron, I would have run away crying.

But Euron had no shame, he had lost his timidity, and most of all, he was stupid.

In the end, he raised his hand against Cain.

“me… … I! It’s the wind swallow mercenary!”

Cain had trampled his ego to the limit, and it finally exploded.

The last desperate effort was blocked by my hand.

“Ugh! hey! what power… … ! Aren’t you going to let this go?”

I grabbed his wrist really hard to break it. I even went to the point of breaking my arm around the shadows.

Still, I couldn’t stand it.

“You should have worked.”

“Oh, oh! okay! I get it… … go! evil! sorry, sorry! It’s my fault.”

awesome

“Ah, ah, ah… … ! Gee, you just broke my arm, huh? hurt! Aww!”

“If you can’t tell who you are from and you’re going to use your hands, living without them is the way to live longer.”

I let go of the dangling wrist and said. Euron looks down at his arm in disbelief. Tears flowed without a word.

‘In my mind, I’d like to cripple it.’

I’m in the position to negotiate, so I can’t make things bigger.

“Stop, stop.”

Just in time, another mercenary, who was watching the situation from behind, came forward and gave it to me.

“Euron. I entrusted the work for the first time in a while, what is this like? Get out of here.”

“Yes… … yes… … . sorry.”

The reunion with Euron ended in a mess. My revenge for spreading my rumors isn’t over yet, so stay tuned.

“… … let’s go. I will guide you.”

The mercenary just said nothing about the job. Even if they were on the same side, it would have been an insolence that they could not take sides.

“thank you.”

Cain, who gently grabbed my arm, said. In her other hand was a swordfish, and she had already pulled out the sword since Euron’s hand was raised.

If he had stabbed his hand, Euron’s wrist would have been punctured.

“Are you going to use a knife?”

“yes.”

She answered without hesitation.

“You’re angry. I think he really tried to kill you then.”

Didn’t you draw your sword to defend yourself? Hmm. It seemed to be out of focus somewhere, but I decided to pretend I didn’t know.

* * *

“then.”

Arriving at the barracks where the mercenaries are staying, we headed straight to the leader without further delay. Meanwhile, Lena, the team leader, stood up and stopped others.

“Well?”

Naturally, only Cain was unaware of the situation, so only she tilted her head.

“Aren is in charge of escorting Mr. Ibson. Let us wait outside.”

“Can we not go in?”

Cain asked.

“Because there is no need for people to rush to negotiate.”

“haha. you’re right. One person will suffice.”

In response to Lena’s answer, Mr. Ibson also helped. everyone was in one Cain, who had no way of knowing their unity, pouted his lips and nodded. It’s kind of an ugly face.

“Bye. Aren.”

“yes.”

Leaving Cain behind, I entered the barracks. Ipson stopped as soon as he entered the barracks, as the real negotiations were for me alone.

“Come on. I will wait here.”

“Yes. All right.”

It was strange to see an old man with a stoop working as a spy at his age. It gives me goosebumps to know that behind that benevolent face lies an insidious scheme.

Well, for now, it’s on my side, so there’s nothing to worry about.

I passed through the entrance to the barracks. Inside, a man was waiting for me.

‘That guy is Rapamire Taylor-Joy.’

He’s a guy I’ve seen a few times in the game. A native of the Taylor Joy family, he is the one who created the ‘Windwallow Mercenary Corps’ and raised it to become the strongest mercenary troupe in the North.

Unlike Euron, he is a real talent. No, the comparison itself would be rude.

He must be one of the best people in the North in terms of skill.

“Five. Are you the one sent by Ains Neromeri?”

Properly grown beard and unstoppable voice showed that he was the leader of the mercenary corps commanding the northern area without regret.

“you’re right.”

“I was waiting for you to die. Come and sit down.”

He chinned down on a sofa upholstered in grizzly bear fur. As expected of the northern mercenaries, they couldn’t find even the slightest bit of manners.

As someone who has grown accustomed to an aristocratic life, I didn’t like fur that seemed like it would be full of teeth like that. The barracks themselves were not very tidy, and they seemed to smell like animals.

‘It feels like my body is tickling.’

Goosebumps all over my body, and I feel dizzy.

What can I do? Life is not always possible to do what you want. I sat down, trying to manage my expression.

“Thank you… … .”

“Ego. Then I’d like to get straight to the point. My personality is impatient.”

Rapamir rubbed his rough palms and sat down in front of me. Looking at it, it seemed as if my appetite was growing again.

“Yes. You see. I like that too.”

“So, what does Vice Principal Eins want from me?”

“… … yes?”

“yes? rani. I haven’t heard anything yet.”

There is a strange sense of incongruity in the words.

‘Is that guy’s line correct?’

As far as I know, absolutely not.

Since Rapamir had completed the first contact with Eins, he should have known roughly the contents of the contract.

All I had to do today was recheck the contract and pay the balance. In fact, it’s like a mission with nothing tricky about it.

That’s why there’s no way I’m talking like I don’t know anything like Lafamir right now. This was obviously different from the game story.

Intuition cries out. The story is twisted.

What’s wrong?

Is Eins trying to kill me?

not.

I am still what Eins needs. There is absolutely no reason for her to kill me right now, risking her life as principal to the point of even thinking about taking Cain hostage.

Pompeius?

It’s a possibility, but given his disposition, there’s no way he’d kill a cadet with a mean move. Although there were times when a cadet was injured while working too hard to publicize the greatness of the orb.

It is unimaginable that he who loves the cadets more than anyone else would try to kill them.

Neither Eins nor Pompeius. Then there is only one possibility left.

Third Party Intervention. The one that comes to mind is Argon.

‘Ahh. Also… … Did that happen?’

When the situation is like this, the pieces that were out of place come together.

Why did he approach me?

A trait called ‘The Fate of the Demon Cult’.

Until this situation that suddenly attacks me.

Everything meshed like cogs that found their place.

‘It’s fun.’

Things are going funny.

The stage for the fourth act was already being prepared. Argon was a much more clever guy than I thought.

But I picked the wrong opponent. Argon’s intentions have already been figured out.

‘I can’t let go of it.’

route is clear.

The fate of worshiping the demons is not to be rejected. be willing to accept

It wasn’t a trait I could avoid no matter how hard I struggled.

I will face Diamon and make ‘fate’ mine, not reject it. There is no reason to delay any longer.

Get your nerves up.

I can feel quite a few people moving quickly outside. It was in the quiet barracks, so I could hear even the slightest sound, but the sound of metal clashing set off an alarm.

-Aren.

Acheron broke the silence and called my name. The foreboding was becoming reality with the call of Acheron.

-Can you feel it? Something is strange.

‘yes. I noticed.’

The corners of Rapamire’s lips were slightly raised. His sword that can be grasped by reaching out. Busy movement outside the barracks subtly touches the nerves. All signs speak of ominousness.

It seems that it is too late to get out of here gracefully.

I narrowed my forehead and held my breath. I strained my body to prepare for any unexpected situation. Then, the shadow spread throughout the mercenary barracks.

‘… … He’s here too.’

People’s movements were captured one by one. Mercenaries were already besieging their colleagues outside.

I silently covered my body with a shadow. To get out of here, you have to defeat that monstrous Rapamir.

There’s nothing wrong with my skills right now. However… … .

“Who did you pay for?”

“You are quick-witted. I feel good.”

His mood changes rapidly.

Rapamir grinned and reached for the sword. My body is tingling with the death and speculation that bloomed in an instant.

I realized at once that he was a tremendously talented person, even if not as good as Deckard Abella.

He could be attacked by the image of the sword, so he kept his spirits up.

‘Cain’s side is fine.’

You can rest assured.

so-

―You have to go with full force.

‘I know.’

I entrusted myself to the pitch-black shadow.