The Villains I Taught Became Heroes chapter 31

31 – The Hero’s Catalyst – 2

The Asura Sect’s influence on Mount Wolah was considerable.

But just avoiding the conflict wasn’t my style.

And it would be tough for Sowol if I just let it be.

No matter how much I’ve taught her, the fact that she’s my disciple remains unchanged.

As a master, I can’t afford not to make this effort for my disciple.

“Die!!”

“I decline.”

With a swift motion, I severed the throat of the charging Asura cult executioner and stepped forward. Countless had fallen victim to my blade before, yet the numbers at Mount Wolha were surpassing those by far.

“Well, well. Quite a crowd.”

I raised my sword.

Simultaneously, the moonlight overhead began to sweep over the surrounding companions.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve wielded this Lunar Technique.

My strength is starting to wane, though…

“Remarkable skill.”

Are the lackeys done?

The ones restraining me stepped back, and a man in white robes stepped forward.

The figure standing atop the hill looked down at me, slowly raising a dagger.

That dagger.

I’ve seen it before.

“Asura Sect, Archbishop of Sloth, Rohwin.”

“Oh ho. You know of me?”

Well, one could hardly avoid it.

He’s a character even in the religious warfare event.

I splattered blood from my sword and aimed it at him.

“He’s going to be a thorn in our side later anyway, so ending it here might not be a bad idea, right?”

“Ha! Seems like you’re running out of steam. But our numbers are still…”

I wondered why that sound wasn’t reaching me. I brought a vial from my pouch to my lips.

And as I swiftly drank it down, the dwindling magic began to replenish.

“You… what’s that?”

“An elixir.”

The ultimate restorative in the game, reviving both magic and health at once, often left unused until the final boss, for fear of wasting it.

“Argh!”

The sword aura created by the moonlight swept away the Asura cultists around Rohwin.

I wished to seize Rohwin in one go, but he wasn’t just an ordinary foe; he deflected the moonlight’s sword aura.

Regrettable.

“I wish it would end here.”

“…Causing trouble until the very end.”

“Who’s making noise?”

Now, there’s only one Asura left. I suppose I can take my time dealing with that guy.

“If you want to run, try it. I’ll chase you to the end.”

I’ll pursue you to the bitter end.

As expected, Rowin, feeling a bit behind, immediately turned and started to flee.

However, since it was anticipated, I didn’t let him escape.

Thus began the chase and pursuit, ending at the peak of Mount Wolasa.

“You cursed bastard!!”

Rowin, covered in blood, vented his anger, grinding his teeth.

Why get so angry?

I healed my remaining wounds with a spell and aimed my sword at him.

“Where else can you run?”

Behind Rowin was a sheer cliff.

Although a swift river flowed below, surviving from this height would be near impossible even for him.

Of course, I didn’t plan to let him escape.

“Ugh!”

“Spider Web.”

A bright ray from his dagger aimed for my head, dodging it, I swung my sword, binding him with magical threads, swiftly closing in.

“For this…!!”

Bound in the spider web, he tried to release magic and again aimed a ray.

However, that was also expected.

I absorbed one ray with my body and evaded the abdominal attack.

And with a single strike.

*Swoosh!*

“Urrgh…!!”

A deep wound remained in his abdomen.

But it wasn’t over yet.

I swung my sword towards the wretch, who was groaning in agony and immersed in despair, and with that blow, Rowin’s head separated from his body.

“Sigh…”

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No matter how high-ranking an Asura Archbishop of the Church of Desolation might be, surviving decapitation is impossible.

I sighed as I watched the wretch’s corpse fall below the cliff.

Is it finally over?

Well, there’s no need to stay here any longer.

After healing the remaining wounds on my shoulders with magic, I surveyed the surroundings.

Damn bastard. Escaped even from a distance.

Returning from the summit of Mount Wolasan back down seems bothersome.

I gazed down the cliff. If I fall from here, I’ll die too. Hmm…

“Oh, well.”

I had no choice.

I had to utilize the accumulated energy I had been steadily gathering in this game, the unique artifact that can only be obtained through bugs.

“Luminous Wing!”

As I shouted, subtle wings of light unfolded behind me.

This is the symbol of a seasoned Ragnarok player.

Glowing wings.

Wearing them allows anyone, regardless of their race, to fly through the sky in exchange for mana. With the glowing wings spread, I ascended into the sky.

The mana consumption from the moment of ascension was no joke, but I still had enough mana left for now.

“First, head north.”

I had to move based on the information given by the church. With my wings spread, I flew into the night sky.

***

Lying on the bed, Sowol didn’t even flinch.

She felt like Lee Hyun would come and comfort her if she continued this way.

– Smart.

So, Sowol, although she shuddered at the sound of a knocking door, did not get up.

Instead, it was Laila, who had been staring at Sowol disgustingly, who moved.

“Yes?”

“Is Sowol sleeping?”

The one who appeared when the door opened was not Lee Hyun, whom Sowol was waiting for, but Sojungyang.

He glanced through the slightly open door towards the bed and let out a bitter smile.

Just as he had expected.

“It seems So Wol is quite heartbroken.”

“Yes. Well, what can be done?”

Laila knew how well So Wol followed E Hyun, even if he pretended to be indifferent outwardly. So, it was only natural for him to be in such distress.

“So Wol, Master has left.”

“…..”

“Staying like this won’t change anything.”

“……”

“If you keep lingering, Master won’t give you the letter he wanted to deliver.”

A twitch. So Wol, who hadn’t even moved, shivered slightly.

But was it due to his strong pride?

She couldn’t bring herself to get up. In the end, it was Laila who received the letter as soon as the door closed.

As soon as the door closed, So Wol jumped up from his seat.

But he couldn’t bring himself to ask for the letter.

Laila, watching her hesitate, smirked and tore open the letter envelope.

“What are you doing?!”

“No. I thought the young lady might not read it.”

“I’ll read it!”

Hastily grabbing the envelope and pulling out the letter inside, So Wol, with puffy eyes, began to read the letter.

[To my proud disciple So Wol,

It feels a bit awkward to write a letter like this instead of just saying it.

I know you must be deeply saddened to hear that I am leaving.

I’m sorry.

But even so, I have goals to achieve.

I hope you don’t grieve too much for my departure.

It’s not like we’ll never meet again.

You might not know, but when I first met you, I felt saved.

So Wol, the world is in turmoil, as if the Asura sect has started to move.

That confusion will eventually engulf the entire world.]

In order to prepare for that, I must do more.

I hope, if it’s you, you’ll understand why I made this choice.

Someday, when all of this is over, we should be able to meet again.

Please, grow even without me, and eagerly anticipate the day we reunite, my beloved.

Always cherishing and loving you, Sabu Lee Hyun.

“…I will follow.”

“Yes?!”

After reading the letter, she became even more determined not to miss it.

The goal?

Isn’t it something achievable when you’re together?

Sitting idly and waiting until then is not her style. Sowol stood up from her seat and quickly grabbed her bag.

“But going like this…”

“Laila, tell your father. If you say you’re with Sabu, he’ll understand.”

“Sigh… But how can I just let the young lady go alone? There’s no choice.”

Laila smiled wryly and gripped her sword.

“I’ll follow too.”

“…Just for that?”

“Well, is there any other reason?”

“…Tell me while looking at me.”

Watching Laila avoid eye contact until the end, Sowol firmly lifted her head.

Now is not the time to stay like this.

She must chase after Hyun as soon as possible.

“I’ve learned tracking skills, at least.”

Hastily grabbing her bag, Sowol and Laila went out, following the traces left by Hyun.

Finding his traces wasn’t too difficult.

It was a matter of following the distinctive straight footprints of a strong person.

Laila and Sowol ran after those footprints, and it didn’t take long to discover.

“…What is this?”

The entrance to the Wol-asa. The corpses there.

“…This is… Asura’s disciples…?”

They were dressed in the same clothes as those who had attacked before.

Sowol, watching them die horribly, bit down hard on his lips.

“Moonlight Sword. The traces left by the Moonlight Sword.”

“…Yes? In that case, this is…”

“Master…!!”

It was Ihyeon.

Ihyeon fought against them. Ihyeon fought alone against all these people.

The heart beats.

Anxiety begins to swirl.

Sowol, biting his lips, hastily began to climb the mountain.

As he climbed the mountain, more and more corpses overflowed.

Traces of Ihyeon among those corpses.

Sowol, climbing the mountain to follow the traces that reveal how hard he fought, suddenly fell to his knees.

The traces were cut off.

At the summit of Mount Wola.

Right in front of the endlessly dark cliff.

“Mas… Master…”

No way. No way. No way.

It can’t be.

But his traces could no longer be found.

As if he died here and fell off the cliff.