episode_0092
by fnovelpia
“Ka, Kal…?!”
Beatrice stuttered.
Carl could easily find the source of the familiar voice he had heard outside. The owner of the voice, which was a mixture of elegance and stickiness, had a neat appearance as always. Even his surprised and flustered appearance was refined.
But the sword looked uncomfortable. Soon, an angry voice followed.
“I said Vicky.”
In addition to the mercenaries threatening Beatrice, he also said this to the boys who were with her. I don’t know about the two men in uniform, though.
David de Leon. I hate the way he hangs around Beatrice under the pretext of being the student council president.
And another one, Henri, who was just an extra in the original, had a hard time keeping his composure as he watched Beatrice surrounded by men.
Carl was once again forced to recall memories he had wanted to forget.
Theo, Beatrice’s man. A name she muttered sadly in her sleep.
Although he tries hard to forget, Beatrice, who is surrounded by men, interferes with his efforts. Does she know that he is trying so hard?
Karl felt a momentary resentment toward Beatrice, but now was not the time to pursue such matters. It would not be too late to pursue the issue later. The most urgent task was to get her out of the pit of these men.
Actions came before thoughts.
Ssrreung- He took out the two swords that were on his waist.
The atmosphere had already become as tense as it could be, but without a moment’s hesitation, he drew his sword and approached, making it impossible to turn back.
“Please follow the order, right?”
“I don’t have much patience.”
“Sigh~ I can’t help it, I have no choice but to educate the handsome young master first-!!”
Rosalind’s words were filled with a chilling murderous intent. Then she reached out and fired a killing spell. Surprisingly, the woman who I thought was just some random recruiter turned out to be a powerful member of the mercenary group.
wizard.
He is not a raw stone like you see at the academy, but a ferocious wizard created through murder and violence.
As the mana bloomed and sparks flew, Henri, the Emperor’s student, was startled and fell down from his chair. It was not a sight one could easily come across.
David, who was sitting at the same table, also got up from his seat and prepared to fight only when Rosalind, who was right in front of him, suddenly fired a spell.
But before that, he flew forward and blocked Beatrice’s path. He was worried that the magic might spread to her and hurt her.
“……”
Even that appearance did not please Karl.
He hated the fact that another man, not Karl himself, was trying to protect the heroine—no, Beatrice—so much that he couldn’t stand it. Even though Rosalind’s killing magic was flying at him quickly, all his attention was focused on Beatrice and David.
“Joe, watch out – Knife!”
However, Karl ignored the magic that threatened him, but Beatrice, sitting on the chair and shouting with her already large eyes wide open, told him the dangers of magic instead. Rosalind was not just any magician. She had cast a strong magic that was obvious at first glance.
As the ball of flames approached, the sword reached forward, crossing both swords.
pop-
A blue light flashed from the sword’s blade, dispelling Rosalind’s magic as it struck her. Everyone in the tavern was surprised. The magic, which was apparently strong, was dispelled so easily.
A knight who handles mana can surround his weapon with mana and counter magic. However, it is easier said than done, and is impossible unless you are a high-level knight.
Once a spell has been cast, it is much more difficult to nullify the rearrangement of mana than to create it.
The stronger the magic created, the more difficult it is to dispel it. So, a normal knight will either dodge it or quickly fire a sword attack to counter it.
It is extremely rare for magic itself to be destroyed in the way the sword did now.
Rosalind swallowed hard and said.
“You…! What are you?”
“You don’t have to know.”
Carl wanted to arrest the mercenaries in the name of the Information Bureau, but he held back because he knew their faces. He didn’t want the Academy students, especially Beatrice, to find out his identity.
Rosalind is flustered, and it’s hard to believe that Karl’s mana response is that of a mere student.
It was enough to stop the mercenaries who were advancing menacingly towards Beatrice and her party. They hesitated. They stopped, waiting for Rosalind’s judgment.
Then David, with his back to Beatrice and Henri, tried to end the situation.
“Rosalind, your mercenary band will be finished today. You’re trying to mess with so many Imperial Academy students, and one of them is the son of the Duke of Maynor.”
“…!?”
Rosalind’s eyes widened at the name ‘Mainer’. The other mercenaries seemed to know the Duke’s name, and it was obvious that they were nervously looking at each other.
“I guess you didn’t know, but even the most daring mercenary would stretch his legs after seeing where to lie down… .”
Swish-
After saying this, he raised his sword.
“Come together, I will turn you all over to the Imperial Guard. We will not get away with lying about all of us being interested in the rebels.”
Rosalind’s expression hardened.
As David said, when things get to this point, brinkmanship doesn’t work.
The method of threatening the children of the Academy nobles who had much to lose only works when the opponent is small or easy. With this many witnesses and the successor to the Duke of Mainer, it wouldn’t work at all.
In the end, she had no choice but to resort to the last resort. Surely, she would be reprimanded by the captain, but wouldn’t that be better than being noticed by the one who reigned at the top of the empire?
Rosalind was determined.
I put both hands together. A huge amount of blue mana gathered.
“!”
It was a tremendous power. Even Beatrice, who was watching her, felt that something was unusual.
In Beatrice’s opinion, Rosalind was a formidable wizard, but she judged that she would not be able to draw out this much mana.
Rosalind’s hand flashed with light, and a scroll appeared.
Beatrice then realized the identity of the extraordinary mana. This power was definitely not Rosalind’s, but came from that scroll. When she realized what was about to happen, she couldn’t help but scream.
“Ma, we have to stop it!”
“?”
“That scroll is teleportation!!”
If it were a normal teleportation spell, even a moderately skilled knight could block it by pouring mana. However, if it were a strong artifact like Rosalind was holding, it would be impossible to stop it unless you were a high-level wizard. So you had to block it. Even if it meant killing it.
“Tsk-!”
“Hehehe, you’re quick-witted, Miss? But you’re too late!”
The scroll’s activation was faster than David’s sword swing at Rosalind. Rosalind smiled in satisfaction.
Beatrice saw through the scroll’s true nature and principles at a glance, using her original ability—the talent of a magician possessed by a member of the royal family.
But that was it. Even though I knew, I could do nothing but scream.
If she had Green’s name, she could definitely stop it, and she could easily stop the scroll from being activated, but if she did, her identity would be revealed.
Because now she was here as Beatrice of the Knight Academy, not as a magician.
Paat-
Rosalind’s scroll emitted a large beam of light.
The light flashed and stretched out towards a single person. It was none other than Karl Maynor, standing in the doorway blocking the way.
The sword raised its sword again and tried to ward off the shooting light. It must be some kind of special killing magic, he thought.
But the artifact’s light wasn’t what Carl expected.
It was a trap and a desperate measure to draw the sword in. In the end, the light did not disappear, but enveloped the sword.
“Knife!”
Beatrice cried out urgently.
“Beatrice, back off!”
“Eight… !”
Realizing his mistake, Karl tried to summon the Holy Sword. However, he was startled by the sight of Beatrice and stopped.
For a brief moment, Beatrice’s eyes seemed to change color. And to a color that shouldn’t have changed.
It must have been a mistake due to the light from the scroll. Otherwise… .
“!?”
But the feeling of anxiety that had been creeping up on me soon disappeared because Beatrice flew into the beam of light.
It was reckless. It was reckless to the point of being stupid.
The light stretched out in a straight line and enveloped Beatrice and Karl in that order. This is not going to work. This is going to be a disaster. That is why I should have sharpened the Holy Sword first. Karl was worried about Beatrice and blamed himself.
Karl gritted his teeth as he realized what Beatrice was doing. A heroine who would sacrifice herself for Karl…
Flash-!
The very next moment, the sight before Carl’s eyes changed. The tavern where he had been standing was nowhere to be seen. What he saw was a huge, desolate mansion.
“Fuck!”
I quickly looked around, swearing. The mansion was almost like a ruin, and there were a few torches lighting up the darkness. Thanks to that, I was able to find it easily.
That was fortunate.
I didn’t miss out on anything like the last time I was in the palace. I vowed that I would never lose it this time.
The heroine.
He heard the trembling voice of the woman he was desperately looking for. Karl blankly watched her.
“Hey, where am I… .”
“Beatrice.”
Beatrice, who had already interpreted the teleportation magic before being enveloped in light, approached, pretending not to know anything.
She knew that this was somewhere in the ghetto, but she pretended not to know, because if she told him, she would have to tell him how she interpreted the magic.
Carl walked briskly towards Beatrice and asked.
“Are you hurt?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. You? Are you okay, Carl?”
Instead, the sword smiled as he looked into the eyes of the heroine who was worried about him. They were the blue and pretty eyes he usually saw. So he felt relieved. He was sure that he had been mistaken. The eyes that seemed to have changed for a moment when the light was shot.
Karl unconsciously raised his hand to caress Beatrice’s cheek. He was about to take a bold action, driven by instinct.
Yeah, that can’t be.
Beatrice would do that-
“!?”
But I was startled by the sudden presence of someone and looked back.
“Rosalind… . I prepared for any emergency.”
There stood a man with reddish-brown hair who had been there for some time.
“I never thought you’d use it against these bloody bastards.”
“……”
The man, dressed in casual clothes, had a sword slung at his waist. He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword as if he was very annoyed and continued speaking.
“Let’s pay for the precious scroll later… Huh? The atmosphere looks good. They’re such good-looking guys and girls. I feel bad for bothering them?”
“… Alex.”
“You know my name. I guess you are interested in this world, my lord.”
Carl unconsciously muttered the man’s name.
Each step felt like a sharp trajectory aimed at the heart. The opponent in front of me was strong at first glance. In addition, he had reddish-brown hair and was a mercenary. The answer was clear.
“Alex of Silver Terdeni.”
“Exactly.”
When Karl revealed the man’s identity, Beatrice, who was next to him, also looked surprised.
Carl must have been some notorious mercenary, she thought.
But just as Karl knew Alex’s true identity because he had read the original, so did Beatrice.
She also knew who Alex was.
So she was surprised. As far as she knew, Alex was a mercenary who would soon become her subordinate and a major force in the rebel army.
I never thought I would encounter something like this.
As Beatrice of the Imperial Academy, not as an unknown.
“But since I’m going to die soon anyway, nothing will change.”
Sling-
Alex pulled out his cool sword. Even the simple act of drawing the sword conveyed an unusual energy.
“Well, the young lady will live a little longer. Rosalind has an eye for it, since she brought me this kind of woman, let’s turn a blind eye to the scroll-eating?”
Beatrice frowned at the sight of Alex humming and licking his lips.
Karl, who had been examining her, spoke instead. In an angry voice.
“Shut up.”
As he said that, he stretched out his hand into the air and a dimensional crack appeared. The greatsword that had squeezed through the crack struck the floor with a “thud.”
“The Holy Sword… .”
Alex looked at the sword and the holy sword with interest. Karl slowly drew the holy sword and aimed it at Alex.
“Beatrice, you’re hurt. You’re not an easy opponent.”
“… Yeah.”
Carl knew Alex’s fearsome nature from reading novels, so he decided to go all out from the start.
Maybe it was impossible to fight while caring about Beatrice. That’s why I told you.
Beatrice tensed at the stern voice of Karl and distanced herself.
The pressure of having to hide his identity, the sudden encounter with the rebels’ core force, and the sight of Karl trying to protect himself made his heart uneasy.
Now, I was confused about how to accept this situation.
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