Chapter 245 – Planning for the Future #07

Skills are not something that can be built overnight.

No matter how much a child is called a child prodigy, it is impossible to pull out the sword straight away as soon as you hold the sword.

In order for even a fairly well-known hero to have that level of skill, it is a law that others have to practice and experience that is made of blood and sweat that others don’t know about.

Yes, that’s the world’s reason and common sense.

These people in front of me right now have absolutely no common sense.

“Didn’t I say that swinging your arm is slow! Thinking is faster than anything else in the world! Your body needs to move before you can recognize your thoughts!”
“You can’t simply shoot mana in a straight line? You can wield it with the feeling of controlling all the mana fired from the sword! You told me about it in the 4th episode too!”
“Ouch! Noisy! Be quiet, both of you! You can’t focus on sparring!”

I wanted to throw the knife to the floor right away at the two people’s unstoppable instruction. If it wasn’t for Karen, who was attacking me while mixing salt and pepper with the momentum to kill me right in front of my eyes, I would have lost my temper right away.

“Gap!”
“What?!”

While I was distracted by the two for a moment, a gust of wind blew past my side. The wind filled with sword energy carved deep scars on his side, and as soon as blood gushed out, a sigh erupted from the side.

“Oh, you can’t stop that… How many times have I told you not to be seduced by flashy and fast swordsmanship!”
“Artin, do you think we are angry? I can stop it if I concentrate, but it’s frustrating because I can’t!”

Oh, I want to give up. I love my older sister and the Heavenly Horse that I respect, but at this moment, I want to lay her down in the founding position and beat her.

I couldn’t overcome my rage, and my insides were burning like wildfire, but when Sirka, who was watching this scene from the side of her, snapped her fingers, the wound on my side of her disappeared at once, as if it was a hallucination.

“Now, this is 2 wins and 7 losses. Show me that if you go to the end, you will win everything, Master!”

Right now, this sparring was taking place in Silka’s hallucination. I wonder if it is close to applying the study method in my dream that I used at the end of exam study to sparring.

That’s why Karen and I were able to engage in ruthless sparring without fear of losing our lives, even if we swung our swords at each other with all our might. It’s a bonus that it saves quite a bit of time.

“Are you okay, Artin? I think I cut too deep… Doesn’t it hurt?”
“… Whoa, it’s okay. Don’t just look at it the way it is, keep going.”

My senses were made the same as in reality for the effectiveness of the sparring, so my expression was difficult to maintain composure, and Karen, who saw that expression, was looking at me with her worried eyes of her.

But she couldn’t bear to tell me to take it easy with my mouth. It’s only natural that your sister and the Heavenly Demon will notice if you do it lightly, and it’s also a problem that hurts a man’s pride.

‘Damn it, even if I can only find full specs in the 4th round, this hardship… No, even if I can only use the strength of the contracted guys…’

There was room for excuses. I didn’t use the power of contract entities such as Sardiel, Unicor, Mephisto, or Sirka, and I couldn’t use excessive firepower magic for fear of collapsing the world of dreams.

In fact, there are quite a few other things that are banned, such as blocking everything other than skills and forcing them to learn skills.

The problem is that I am not the type to learn skills by forcing them in such a harsh environment, even if these geniuses do not know.

“How many times have you given me a demonstration before? Do it right, Artin!”
“If I could see that a few times, I would have left for the second time to cut the head of the demon king! Stop smoking!”

Responding crookedly to the Heavenly Demon’s cry, I straightened my sword and straightened my posture. If it were the older sister or the Heavenly Demon from a while ago, they wouldn’t have pushed me to this extent.

It seems that Sardiel’s remark earlier lit a fire in the hearts of Sister and Master.

If it is possible to kill the corps commander single-handedly, should I say that I have gained groundless confidence that I can do this? The passion of the teacher who has misplaced expectations is too burdensome.

In my heart, I want to do this sparring.
Since it is a trumpeted skill handed down to the royal family of the Heavenly Demon Priesthood Ouini Rektur, there is no way it can be mastered overnight.
But I can’t.

“I’m sorry, partner… But, do you remember our promise?”
“So, when the match is over, if you have a higher victory point than me, you mean my sword?”

At my question, Karen nodded her head with a strange spirit. Even when I asked him to make his own item his the other day, Mozala and Karen started coveting my sword directly.

Well, I don’t think it’s strange to covet a sword because it’s made with only the best materials, but…

“…A sword made by my partner. I have to have it unconditionally, I hate to see the face of a partner in pain, but if you think that this is also a process to get closer to your partner…”

Looking at Karen who keeps muttering such unpleasant things to herself, I can’t help but feel strange.

I’m being forgiven because I’m a woman now, but how did I put up with it when I saw that in the past?

“I have no choice but to do my best! Partner uh uh oh!!!”
“This is sparring, so calm down, you crazy bitch!”
“Ugh! Don’t push it away by force, take it and let it flow! Don’t you know how old it is!”
“What is that!! I didn’t like martial arts!!”
“That’s another thigh beige! Concentrate, focus!”
‘Fuck. Really.’

The feast of mind-disturbing sounds coming from all directions made me feel sad for some reason, and I felt like I was about to burst into tears.

Let’s see Marianne and Karen later on the bed after the raid.

Looking at Karen’s sword path, which bends in twenty directions toward me, I clench my teeth and promise that I will pay back twice as much for what I suffered today.

**

The academy’s regular event, the dungeon practice, is actually more like a picnic with nothing special.

It wasn’t like this from the beginning. It was because the academy 200 years ago, when dungeon practice was first decided as a regular event, actually used dungeons that appeared in empires and islands as subjects of practice.

Dungeon practice was an event that could lead to the worst situation in which students’ lives were at stake the moment a variable occurred even if they were not vigilant, as well as losing their lives if they were not vigilant.

However, 200 years later, it is different now. Since the heroes led by the Heavenly Demon defeated the Demon King’s forces 100 years ago, it was extremely rare for dungeons to occur in the southern part of the empire.

Even if it appears occasionally, it is only a low-level dungeon that has become a low-level monster due to contamination by low-level demons or beasts.

Now, the dungeon practice is just an event to relieve the stress of students who were suppressed by preparing for the midterm exam, and an event close to a social gathering.

The only students who had high expectations for such an event were the children of upper-class aristocrats who lived in large cities or capital cities and had no chance to visit dungeons. It should have been.

“Wow…!!”

Exclamations of exclamation erupted simultaneously among the first-year students who arrived at the port without much expectation and waited for their boat to board.

“Look at that! It’s the Imperial Guard of the Empire that I’ve only heard about!”
“Oh my God, from the white knight Yuyef to the penance priest Zuldin! Aren’t they the Holy Knights and Priests under the direct jurisdiction of the Pope, the pride of the Northern Church?”
“What about the warriors of the kingdom who walk dignifiedly over there?! It’s a wolf skin warrior team that even high-level demons can’t beat when five of them get together!”

Originally, even after graduating from the academy, they are the most elite soldiers who should be known as an honor to encounter even for the rest of their lives. Just by looking at the way they walk, a different aura emanates from that of ordinary soldiers.

This was also a great motivation for students who lost their goals after the exam was over. Everyone who entered the academy would imagine themselves fighting at the forefront of the war against the demons at least once with a sword.

However, at the same time, some quick-witted students felt a great sense of incongruity in this situation.

‘Why are such amazing people taking part in the dungeon practice?’
‘Aren’t we actually being sold as a battlefield rather than a dungeon? Otherwise, there’s no way I’d be accompanied by people like that as escorts!’

It wasn’t just the elite troops who participated. Wasn’t the Heavenly Demon representing the Republic of Korea in the student council that led the seniors and participated in the practice under the pretext of exchanging seniors and juniors?

“In the end, Heavenly Demon-sama, do you really intend to follow suit?”
“How many times do you keep asking? I’m still going to die of embarrassment because of the disciple, so do you even have to bother me?”
“If you are tired, please go in and rest, Heavenly Demon-nim. You don’t feel sorry for the children who can’t even hold their heads up because they’re anxious!”

Despite the continued dissuade of Vice Dean Vincent Nottingham, who directly stepped forward to dissuade the Heavenly Horse, the Heavenly Horse did not break her stubbornness of her and showed off her appearance by her participating in the march.

It was an outfit that was not worth her age in vulgar terms, with an impressive overexposure that showed who she had learned from, but no one here dared to say such a thing to the Heavenly Demon, who has the momentum of an absolute powerhouse that no one here dares to match. No one existed.

“It’s okay, so go! Now I have to get on the boat, but since you’re following me, won’t it get in the way!”
“No, who the hell do you think is the problem? Please learn to keep your face. Cheonma n”
“This bastard! Let’s see, there’s nothing I can’t say!”
“Ah! Do you know how old I am and slap your hand! I mean, I’m old enough to see my grandchildren soon!”
“I really want to die… “

The Heavenly Demon, who dared to stab the vice-president of the academy and the duke of the empire, and Xiao Mei, who couldn’t bear to lift her head after him, hurriedly boarded the ship with her fists shaking in shame.

The students were embarrassed and whispered at the undignified figure of the heavenly horse, the hero of mankind in the old story, but soon after, the students’ eyes turned to the image of the two walking in a procession.

“This is the hero Cayenne! And next to…”
“…Uh, isn’t that next door… Princess Agnes’ fiancée?”

The students’ voices and expressions contained amazement beyond bewilderment. Even the students, who maintained their composure even after seeing the rudeness of the Heavenly Demon, could not hide their absurdity when they saw it.

“…”
“Partner, don’t fall. You know?”
“I-I’m embarrassed, Artin… Can I please go quickly… ?”

Originally, Karen, who had suddenly changed into a woman overnight, might have been on the cubicle, but anyone could have dared to say that today’s protagonist was not Karen.

Of course. Even Karen, who would have held her head up because she was happy just by being around her, no matter what Artine would normally look like. It was just before.

“Um, what the hell is that… ?”
“That woman down there…Isn’t that the unicorn that Artin Ludwig was carrying…?”

But Artin couldn’t bear to rebuke Karen. At this moment, all the eyes of the students and citizens of the city living in the port are focused on them.

“How are you, Artin! Are you proud of the unicorn owner? Everyone here is looking at you in awe!”
“…Not awe, but eyes full of astonishment…”

This is because Artin himself had to stand in the center of the procession and show off his ridiculous figure while being carried by Unicor in human form.

“If you’re happy, say you’re happy, Artin! Don’t be shy!”
“Please, some bastard has blown a strange wind into Unicor!!”
“ㅋ…Keuheub…Kuhheup…It’s a ship, like a knight on a white horse…Kuhheub…”

Looking at Artin, who was screaming in despair, Mephisto, who followed him, was enduring laughter in real time.