Chapter 123 – Dalian #03

“..Sorry. Saintess. The order was not completed.”

Immediately after Cayenne ran out of the special training room, Sergei limped closer, and Thomas, who was standing beside the saintess, hurriedly ran out and helped Sergei.

“Are you okay Sir Sergey? We will treat you right now!”

Tomas now saw Sergei’s body unhealthy with bruises.

After the first Dalian defeat, Sergei challenged Cayenne again and again to follow the order of the saintess, but instead, Cayenne’s hand inflicted bruises all over his body.

“It is my vice. I never expected to be defeated so completely by a boy who is only 17 years old.”

However, after refusing Thomas’ help, Sergei approached Olga and knelt on his knees.

For Sergei, who was deeply religious, not being able to carry out the words of the saintess, the representative of the goddess, was a shame worse than his death.

“Wake up, Sir Sergei. Please don’t beat yourself up too much.”
“However..”
“If I’m to blame, it’s my fault. Truly a hero, he possessed strength that exceeded my expectations.”

Olga clicked her tongue inwardly, thinking she would be so strong even at this point, but she did not express it outwardly and slowly raised Sergei up.

“In addition, the plan to welcome the hero and the goddess’ wife arranged by the goddess has not yet collapsed.”
“You mean what you said to Cayenne-kun? Will that really mean anything?”

Following Olga’s words, Sergei accepted treatment, and Thomas looked at Olga with a worried expression while treating Sergei’s body with his.

Thomas thought it was because he was worried that he should be more proactive in the great order arranged by the Goddess.

“Don’t worry too much, Father Thomas. Dogs that are hard to suppress with force are soothed with food.”

Saying that, Olga smiled as she recalled his past memories of her.

Seeing how recklessly Cayenne, who had justified himself, pushed, that disgusting guy would surely bring Artin to his stage.

“Let’s go prepare for our next plan.”

Taking Sergei and Thomas with their heads down, Olga slowly left the special training room with a fishy smile.

*

I’m sorry!

When the heavy sound of blows, which had resonated several times, sounded again, Lena, who was from a family of imperial knights who had been watching the match, frowned.

“Lena, isn’t that already the 12th?”
“At first I thought it was just natural… Are you doing that on purpose?”

The less informed students around her also asked themselves if they had noticed the change, but Lena couldn’t give a quick answer.

‘If I just say something strange and spread bad rumors…’

Lena swallowed her dry saliva. It was because she was frightened by Artin’s persistence she was seeing right now.

I’m sorry!

“Aagh! Artin! Fight properly!”
“Shut up your mouth and attack me, you stupid orc kid.”

Looking at the difference in size alone, it would have been impossible to go both ways and Artin Ludwig should have been smashed by Orbot.

In fact, Lena had heard the rumors about Artin, and she had also witnessed Artin’s amazing skills that he sometimes showed in her swordsmanship lessons to her.

However, even taking that into account, Orbot’s physical strength was comparable to those of giant sub-species such as trolls and ogres, not orcs.

No matter how good the swordsmanship is, considering the fight using a training wooden sword rather than a real sword, and the reach of the two weapons, it was not unusual for Artin to predict defeat…

I’m sorry!

“Aaaaagh!!”

Another blow rang out, and Orbot’s giant fell back.

Already on the 14th time, right after Artin let go of Orvoth’s ferocious steel sword, instead of aiming for an opening and swinging it, Orvoth’s posture began to collapse with a low kick that was precisely inserted into the thigh bone of his.

“Did you just see it? You blocked Orbot’s sword, which is as good as a greatsword, with one hand and kicked another low kick?”
“Wow, look at that thick left leg swollen..! Wouldn’t it be broken?”

Of course it must have cracked, idiot, Lena swallowed in silence.

‘To dig inward right before the weight is added by swinging it, distributing the centrifugal force and weight inversely… ‘

A sane prosecutor would not have made the same judgment as Artin.

First of all, the problem was that the speed of Orbot’s greatsword and his footwork exceeded the maximum speed of most of his peers.

Even if you know the principle, if the timing is wrong, your ribs will be shattered by the wooden greatsword. The ability to get the timing right while overcoming that fear should be at the level of a first-class duelist.

Besides, digging inside against orcs? Even if he was quite confident in punching, it was clear that if an ordinary human was hit with a fist the size of a stone, he would collapse without sustaining a single blow without magical power.

However, Artin was not afraid. No, rather, it was to give a low kick to the leg of Orbot, who gained the upper hand every time after closing the distance.

And it wasn’t just the students who were tired of looking at the scene.

“Professor, it’s a swordsmanship match, is that okay?”

Watching the two fight, the assistant who tried to stop the two as soon as the match fell into a worried expression.

I’m sorry!

“Aagh!! You’re kicking your legs again! Are you kidding Orbot? Artin!!”

In fact, the game is a win-win situation. It was no different from Artin’s overwhelming victory.

Artin’s ability to receive Orbot’s strong sword with a stable response and take the opportunity to decapitate him several times was unparalleled.

However, Artin did not take the win. Instead, whenever Orbot’s attack shows an opening, he just retreats immediately after breaking his stance with a persistent blow.

Now the situation is clear. Orbot has not lost his fighting spirit, and Artin does not want to end the sparring. And knowing that it stemmed from Orbot’s insult before the start of the match, he couldn’t be hastily stopped.

“Ummm… Boo, obviously to break the posture. Pushing or hitting, things, things. It is part of swordsmanship. Cow, you can go ahead.”

In addition, Professor Urdan Helik, who will judge the situation, did not seem to have any intention of stopping the sparring. From the perspective of the professor who saw a lot of rough things while working on the front line with the Demon King’s army, it was judged that there would be no problem even if that level of sparring continued.

“Yes..Ah! All right.”

I’m sorry!

The teaching assistant caught in the middle only flinched at the sound of another muscle kick.

*

“Aagh!! Damn this guy! Cowardly! Swing your sword properly!! Are you acting like a girl because you look like a girl?”
“What are you saying, ten years old, should I continue? Or are you going to give up?”

Orvoth howled in anger, but Artyn laughed at Orvoth with a grave expression.

‘Damn it, Artin Ludwig, he’s small but insanely strong..!’

This sparring saw Orbot dragged along by Artyn, who seemingly calmly operated.

However, if Orbot heard that expression, it would be a very unfair situation.

In reality, Artin is making a very cold expression, but it is because Orbot made an opening after losing in the psychological warfare by provoking Jokjok.

‘No matter how many gaps, what do you do! It’s as fast as a ghost, so it’s hard to catch up!’

But every time Orvot tries to find an opening, Artin blocks the attack with ghostly speed, then approaches like a tiger and strikes him in the abdomen with his fist in a blind spot.

“Cheuk! You coward! You hit me invisible again!”

In addition, due to kicking his legs if he steps back prematurely, Orbot was not aware of the adrenaline, but his footwork was ruined due to cracks in 3 places on his legs.

It is frustrating. Orbot would have acknowledged Artin with a satisfied smile if he had gone out in a single shot rather cheerfully, but the handsome boy in front of him would not accept a clean defeat.

The inconvenient freedom of being controlled by Artin, including attack, defense, and even widening or narrowing the distance, was a very unfamiliar feeling to Orbot, who had been walking on two legs for the first time since he was born.

Artyn didn’t say anything, but Orbot understood Artin’s intentions his. He means to admit defeat to himself and keep his head down or else he will torment you endlessly.

Orbot, the proud warrior of the Black Plains, could not understand this. Rather than declare defeat himself, it was the law of the grassland to fight to the end and die.

“.

As Orvot swung his greatsword once more, Artin tried to slash it with a familiar movement. However, Orbot’s goal was not to simply retry a failed attack.

“Oh, Orbot threw his sword!”

Lena screamed in astonishment as Orbot’s greatsword cut through the air. Throwing swordsmanship during swordsmanship sparring? Even that greatsword had a subtle glow of mana.

Kwajik!!

Artin’s wooden sword blocked Orbot’s greatsword, but it could not withstand his shock and was shattered. Meanwhile, Orbot was running at Artin with his bare hands.

“Don’t smash me! Artin!!”

Losing the sword in swordsmanship sparring was the same as admitting defeat, but Orbot’s head was already filled with thoughts of knocking out Artin in front of him.

As Orbot’s fists, which had already raised mana all over his body, swung around, the students, imagining the cruel scene to come, closed their eyes tightly!

I’m sorry!

‘Oh, what do you do! Ludwig must have collapsed!’
‘That heavy sound… Lord, isn’t it dead?’

Right after the heavy blow sounded, tension began to flow in the still silence.

“…Keoeoeoeoeook.”

However, what broke the silence was Orbot’s groan.

Thump-!

“..What? Orbot fell down?”

When the students opened their eyes, they saw Or Boat sprawled out with his face completely crushed.

Did the teaching assistant, the professor, or Artin himself beat Orbot? However, as far as the students could see, the three showed no sign of movement.

“… Huh, who knocked you out? I tried to correct the habit by attacking with my bare hands.”

At that time, as Artin spat an annoyed sound towards the students behind him, a person slowly walked out from among the students.

“There’s no need to hang out with such an idiot, Artin.
“A guy like that can’t even be part of the axis of the group, it’s hard to meddle.”

The dark-haired young man, whom everyone remembers, was looking at Artin affectionately with a faint look of luck in contrast to the annoyed Artin.

“Cayenne~!”

She saw only Claire’s new appearance her as a male student, and she waved her hand in welcome.

*

Cayenne, who overpowered Orbot with the catapult fired by the stone spirit, went over to the happening without much warning.

“Oh, Orbot-kun, I guess I should give you a deduction from your evaluation. It means attacking with bare hands.”

On the contrary, looking at Orbot being taken away, Professor Urdan Helic declared a penalty with a stern expression.

No wonder. The guy who couldn’t win in his own way, raised mana, and attacked with his bare hands, not only made the sparring dangerous, but also ignored the professor’s guidance.

“Hmmmm! Don’t you think your brother’s boxing skills have greatly improved thanks to someone?”
“Yes, thanks to our Xiaomei. Certainly, learning martial arts was useful.”

I stroked Xiao-Mei’s head as if I was proud, but I felt uncomfortable inside her.

It was to be expected that Orbot would pounce on me. No, rather, I was the one who induced it.

Most Orcs have a strong fighting spirit, and their fighting spirit is even stronger.

In that sense, Orbot is a specimen of an Orc warrior who seems to have been taken. He expected that he would gamble because he could not surrender, and the moment he actually attacked, he raised his mana and tried to smash his jaw with a round kick…

“They said it would take a week, why did you come out already?”
“They say I’m stronger than I thought, so physical training is meaningless.”

Cayenne, who interfered with my plan, smiled at me with a grin.

What’s good about you that you keep smiling like this since earlier?

“Did you come here to pretend? Then all I can say is that the timing was bad.”
“Can’t it be that I’m here to pick up Artin?”
“..Pick me up? Where are you going to take me?”

As if waiting for my question, Cayenne took out a document from her arms her and held it out.

“She decided to appoint me as a hero after three days at the church. I decided to stay for three days and receive mental training.”
“..By the way? Why is my name on this document?”

The contents of the document were simple. That they had to stay at a lodging prepared by the Northern Church for a three-day training camp.

The problem was that the name Artin Ludwig was written next to the name Cayenne Silversword.

“Yeah, Artin, you have to be educated with me too.”

Cayenne smiled at her and spoke affectionately. Claire, who was watching us from a distance, gasped! I can hear the sound of her breathing from her here.

“…I? Why?”

Naturally, I put on a puzzled expression. The hero is Cayenne, not me, right?

Then, Cayenne whispered in a small voice that only I could hear.

[Because Olga Idris decided that.]

“…What?”

The boy did not answer this question.

Just as if the current situation is enjoyable, the blunt guy smiles and rejoices.

“Please take good care of me for three days. Artin?”