I Became the Academy’s Female Delinquent Chapter 54. The Pursuit of Truth (3)

“How did you get here…?”

Elsie, clutching her throbbing head, looked up at Doyun.

Then, unable to bear it, Elsie frowned and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Ugh…”

“So, you weren’t feeling well after all? I didn’t think Elsie, you would be so one-sidedly overwhelmed if you were in your right mind.”

“Who’s getting overwhelmed?! A guy like that… if I didn’t have this headache, I would have finished him off already!”

Doyun, looking down at the flustered Elsie, chuckled.

Certainly, Elsie would be capable of that.

Elsie, being supported as if she were embraced in his arms, gasped for breath.

She wouldn’t be easily defeated, but it was his turn to step in here.

“Seriously… how did you know to come?”

Doyun took out a bead from his pocket.

A red light was blinking on the bulb, the signal device Thrud had given him. The message that appeared was Elsie’s.

“I don’t remember using that? Did the panel get pressed when I got hit by that bearded guy’s magic…?”

“Well… anyway, thanks to it, I was able to come help.”

It seemed like she had been cornered and ended up asking for help. Her pride wouldn’t allow that.

So, Elsie, feeling embarrassed, blushed slightly and trailed off.

“Anyway, even without your help… damn it…”

Her head already hurt, and making pathetic excuses only made her feel more ashamed.

Elsie’s flustered appearance was quite cute, and Doyun’s smile deepened.

His heart beat became clearer.

Regardless of Elsie’s situation, now that he had intervened, he couldn’t lose face in front of her without showing something.

Gently pulling Elsie to sit down, Doyun straightened his sword and glared at the thug in front of him.

Svik’s posture tilted crookedly at Doyun’s appearance.

“You are… the black-haired swordsman…!”

“Don’t bother a sick person, let’s play together. You son of a bitch.”

Doyun’s aura changed.

The moment his dark, subdued hazel eyes felt eerily sharp, a sword strike flew in at an incredible speed.

*Sgeong-*

With a chilling sound of the air being cut, the spot where Svik had been standing was split.

It was a terrifying surprise attack.

The energy emitted from Doyun’s sword stretched out, tearing through space.

The chilling aftermath was enough to cleanly cut down a nearby tree.

“Tch!”

Svik used magic to scatter like a mirage, narrowly succeeding in dodging.

However, the hood of his off-white robe was cut off in a clump.

His face, full of scars, was revealed, fiercely glaring at Doyun.

“Why are you doing this?”

When Doyun asked, Svik merely snorted.

Was this some kind of cruel twist of fate?

The black-haired swordsman, who had appeared at every turn to interfere with his plans, was now directly blocking him.

“Do you know what I’m trying to do? It’s none of your business, kid!”

Dane’s appearance had ruined everything.

Now, the only way was to smuggle out the incriminating evidence and leave Midgard.

Svik, glaring hatefully at Doyun, tilted his head.

He glanced at Elsie, ignored Doyun, and charged towards her.

*Paang-*!

Accelerated by wind magic, vindgaldr, Svik’s instantaneous acceleration was difficult to follow with the eye.

However.

Doyun’s eyes did not miss the movement and captured it.

It had only been a few days since he fought a beast faster and more ferocious than that.

Compared to Fenrir’s instantaneous acceleration and Elsie’s hyperacceleration, it was nothing.

Svik’s movements could not elude his all-seeing eyes.

*Kwaddeuk-*

Using his sturdy legs, which had been trained for almost his entire life, he chased after Svik.

He couldn’t let him approach Elsie.

*Paang!*

Doyun’s figure, accelerating instantaneously as he burst through the ground, resembled the giant wolf, Jötunn Fenrir, he had fought before.

The image of Elsie being grabbed by the slender nape of her neck by a clumsy hand flashed through his mind.

The moment he witnessed that scene of Elsie being handled roughly, his vision turned white with dizzying rage.

Black hair left afterimages as it approached within striking distance.

Svik’s eyes widened, never imagining that he, accelerated by wind magic, would be caught.

“What-”

Doyun, having caught up with Svik, swung his sword.

Balmung Linear Slash-

The treasured sword Balmung tore through the wind.

Svik barely twisted his body to avoid Doyun’s attack.

*Chwaak!*

“Keuhak!”

However, it wasn’t perfect.

He was cut on the shoulder, spewing blood as he rolled on the ground.

Doyun approached him as he collapsed without even reaching Elsie.

Svik, widening his eyes, immediately rose to his feet and shot a blade of wind at Doyun.

“Damn black hair!”

*Swaaak!*

At the same time, his shimmering figure, like a mirage, lunged at Doyun.

Doyun, cutting down the blade of wind, swung his sword at the charging Svik.

*Chaeng-*!

“…Hidden weapons?”

The deadly blade that popped out of Svik’s sleeve blocked Doyun’s Balmung.

Doyun’s eyes widened slightly, having only thought of him as a mage.

A brief exchange of attacks between Svik, who had pulled out blades from both sleeves, and Doyun ensued.

“Magic bullet!”

The magic that Svik, who was engaged in close combat, suddenly fired grazed Doyun’s face.

However, Doyun, who was only slightly cut on the cheek, swung Balmung without concern.

Balmung Circular Slash-

*Swaaaak-* A large, sweeping attack that exposed openings.

However, there were no openings in the sword strike that was swung with unimaginable speed.

Svik raised both arms.

As if guarding, he blocked Balmung’s massive attack.

*Kwagaga-*!

With a roar that was hard to believe came from the collision of blades, Svik was sent flying.

“Keuheuk…! Damn it!”

The hidden weapons that had blocked Balmung were literally crushed.

The blades were all gone, and they were almost on the verge of breaking.

It was a shocking level of strength and sharpness.

Svik looked at Doyun with a horrified expression.

“A damn Midgard sewer rat like you-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Doyun charged.

A sword swung with movements that were free of any unnecessary actions.

*Swaak!*

It wasn’t a sword strike that could be defended with the tattered hidden weapons.

Even though he had deployed a wind barrier with magic, he couldn’t completely block Doyun’s sword strike.

Svik’s weapon was cut off, and blood spurted out.

“Kuaaak!”

“Don’t touch Elsie.”

“You son of a bitch! I, a mage of Asgard, to a swordsman from this sewer-”

*Kkadeuk.*

At the sound of grinding teeth, Doyun’s fist slammed into Svik’s face.

*Bbaak!*

“Keuheok-”

Doyun grabbed Svik by the collar as he tried to fall backward.

“Leave Elsie alone…”

“Keu, keuhak. Do you think you’re anything to that girl? You don’t know anything… You’re just arrogant because you know how to use a sword – cough…”

*Peoeok!*

Doyun’s fist slammed into Svik’s face once again.

However, Svik only smiled vilely.

“You were careless, leaving a mage right in front of you.”

“What-”

*Taak!*

A blade of wind was fired at point-blank range.

Svik, shaking off Doyun with countless blades of wind, charged at Elsie once again.

“Keueut… Elsie!”

“Tell me where you hid the letter! Now! If you don’t answer, I’ll wipe you out completely!”

Elsie, looking at Svik rapidly approaching, staggered and stood up.

“Wow… you’re persistent, really… do you like me?”

He had been thoroughly beaten by Doyun and was covered in wounds, but he was incredibly persistent.

Elsie shook her head and sighed deeply.

Elsie’s memories surfaced, clouding her mind. Accompanying headache.

Her condition was so bad that she definitely thought it was fortunate that Doyun had helped.

‘When dealing with a guy who comes to pick a fight when you’re in this state, it’s best to…’

“Just overwhelm them with equipment!”

Doyun was rushing over with a terrifying momentum, but it seemed difficult to catch up because he had been sent flying far away by the surprise attack.

“I’m not going to tell you, so try wiping me out, you bearded bastard!”

“You bitch-!!!”

Svik, gone mad, amplified his magic power.

Elsie narrowed her eyes sharply.

The yellow freesia flower field still flickered before her eyes, but it wasn’t as bad as before.

“Here I go.”

**Valkyrie Armament Summon:**

**Helm of Valor (Hjalmþrimul).**

**Gauntlets of Iron (Þögns hanska).**

**Brynja-hildr.**

Emitting a brilliant golden light, the Valkyrie armaments appeared in droves.

Elsie, wearing the Helm of Valor with its impressive wing decorations, finally felt the blood circulating in her head.

And she coldly stared at the bewildered Svik, beckoning him provocatively with her finger.

“Try wiping me out. You damn bearded bastard.”

Svik had heard from Hrókr that she had combat aptitude, but he hadn’t heard about this.

‘Is that what he meant by handling ominous artifacts…?’

He was momentarily flustered by the unfamiliar ability, but that was it.

If she wouldn’t reveal the location of the hidden letter until the end, he would just wipe her out completely.

Svik concentrated the amplified wind magic at his fingertips.

Soon, a storm of extra-large wind blades erupted from his fingertips.

Losing one’s home, one’s sanctuary, meant losing one’s place in this world.

Elsie, deploying the elongated Brynja-hildr to create a shield, looked at the storm-like wind blades flying towards her.

This would keep her home safe.

‘The fence will be damaged, but that’s about it…’

She extended her hand wearing the Gauntlets of Iron.

The wind blades that had been pouring down like a storm merged into one.

It was as if a giant greatsword was bearing down on her.

“Elsie!!!”

Doyun’s shout. But it was soon swallowed by the raging wind.

The giant blade of wind, condensed enough to have a macroscopic form, was now right in front of her.

Elsie gently grabbed it with her hand wearing the Gauntlets of Iron.

Gently.

As if feeling the wind tickling her skin.

Like the gentle touch of tending to a garden.

**Kwak!**

She grabbed the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the blade of wind lost its destructive power and scattered into a gentle breeze.

All that remained was silence.

The Gauntlets of Iron nullify the attack and bring silence to the area the moment they catch an attack from a target that is ‘lower in level’ than the user.

An armament that was used for entertainment purposes in the Aesir Saga when dealing with enemies who were just loud and low-level, like empty carts.

No one other than Elsie used such a gimmick because of the insane risk of having to catch the opponent’s attack with the gauntlets.

A feat that only Elsie, the best in the Aesir Saga with superhuman reflexes, could pull off.

‘Even if I catch an attack of the same level, I can reduce the damage…’

Elsie, with a hazy memory surfacing, scratched her head.

Anyway, this made it clear.

She hadn’t expected anything from the start, but that Svik guy was clearly below her level.

The violent wind subsided in an instant.

The sight of her catching and annihilating the largest blade of wind he could unleash as if she were folding origami turned Svik’s mind blank.

“Wh- what?”

It was then.

That he felt a beastly killing intent right behind him.

Involuntarily turning around, Svik’s eyes revealed a black figure.

Doyun’s black hair, rushing madly like a ferocious wolf, fluttered.

The sword was swung with the momentum to tear through the wind and space.

And that was the end of it.

*Chwaak!*