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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“Blocking?! You’re blocking?! You forgot what this bastard did?! Oh, so you think you’re a swordsman now?!”
Egenir struggled to parry the relentless attacks. It had been a while since he’d been pushed back by sheer strength.
‘What a stubborn old geezer…’
Sherden’s power was monstrous.
Not just a swordsman relying on mana, but a veteran honed by years of physical and swordsmanship training. And he was attacking with the intent to kill.
“You’re insane!”
“Insane?! Damn right! I’m a madman hunting a mad dog! Block! Block, so I can enjoy beating you!”
‘Thwack! Thwack! Thud!’
He parried the attacks with his wooden sword. A live blade against a wooden one. And Sherden was fighting to kill, making it even harder to defend.
‘Why is he using Dragon Swordsmanship just for basic attacks?!’
Not like Ella, who meticulously executed each form, but wild, untamed swings, each imbued with the power of Dragon Swordsmanship. A true veteran.
“That’s cheating, you madman!”
“How is that cheating?!”
‘Boom! Bang!’
The clashes echoed like explosions, pushing Egenir back.
“You little shit! You’re good at blocking!”
“You bastard!”
The Salamander trait ignited. His heart burned, his mana circuits activated, fire mana surging through the three rings, flowing into his wooden sword, amplified by the wind of Dragon Swordsmanship.
Faced with a sudden attack, a blade at his throat, he couldn’t help but curse.
“Y-You…Dragon Swordsmanship?”
Sherden, more interested in the technique than the flaming blade, gritted his teeth.
“Hee hee…So you seduced my daughter…defiled her…and stole her swordsmanship?”
‘Grind!’
His teeth ground together, threatening to shatter.
“You…You need to die.”
His tone was cold, devoid of the earlier rage.
‘What the…’
He’d been holding back, maintaining some semblance of restraint. But now…a chilling aura emanated from him, like a predatory beast.
“Damn it!”
Egenir quickly executed Dragon Swordsmanship. He couldn’t focus on individual forms. He unleashed a series of defensive maneuvers, activating Salamander.
“Firewall!”
A wall of fire erupted from his sword, not a staff, combining with Dragon Swordsmanship to form a protective barrier.
“Come at me, bastard!”
He wasn’t scared.
Sherden, his stance unwavering, advanced, his sword aimed at Egenir.
“Did you enjoy defiling my daughter?”
The tip of his blade seemed to glow. Egenir felt a chill, imagining his throat being pierced, his life ending.
“I didn’t touch her! What the hell are you talking about?!”
“I’ll help you remember…Hee hee…”
“What the fuck?!”
He charged, maintaining his firewall. Against Sherden’s overwhelming strength, offense was the best defense.
If he tried to block, Sherden’s sword would pierce through his defenses, ending his turn.
“Aaaaaah!”
He clashed blades. Sherden’s Dragon Swordsmanship sent him reeling, his own fiery wind scattering.
“Damn it!”
‘Fwoosh!’
A single strike. A desperate, all-out attack aimed at Egenir’s throat.
‘Stronger!’
His heart pounded, fueled by Salamander. It overrode his mana circuits, surging with power.
‘Boom!’
He burst into flames, channeling the fiery energy into his sword.
The wind of Dragon Swordsmanship combined with the flames, creating a swirling inferno.
“Die, bastard!”
Sherden’s eyes widened.
“You little shit!”
Dragon’s Roar.
A whirlwind erupted from Sherden’s sword, larger than Egenir’s, but his own fiery vortex, infused with all the power of Salamander, was ready to clash.
Egenir struck from above, Sherden from below. Their attacks collided like spinning tops.
“Let it rip! Beyblade!”
‘Crackle!’
Sparks flew as the two vortexes clashed, a deafening roar echoing through the air.
‘Whoosh!’
The wind howled, the smoke cleared, revealing…
“That bastard…”
Egenir, barely standing, leaning on his wooden sword. And…
“…”
Sherden, staring at him silently. His right arm was slightly singed, but otherwise unharmed.
“Any last words?”
“…”
Egenir glared at the monstrous old man.
“Fuck you, you bastard. I’ll kill you in my next life.”
“An admirable sentiment.”
Sherden raised his sword. Egenir closed his eyes, bracing for the final blow.
‘This turn is…over.’
“Father.”
A single word. Sherden’s sword stopped.
“My…daughter…”
He looked stunned.
‘Whoosh!’
Ella’s sword, wreathed in wind, stopped inches from Sherden’s throat.
“Y-You…”
“Step away.”
“You…you’re pointing your sword at…your father…”
“Father, step away from Egenir.”
“You…”
He looked devastated.
“Ha…Ha…”
Egenir, gasping for breath, watched the scene unfold.
“That…that little bastard…corrupted my daughter…and now she’s…”
“What are you talking about…”
Egenir coughed, spitting up blood. His internal injuries were worse than he thought.
“I didn’t touch her.”
Sherden glared at him, his murderous intent returning.
“I swear on my life, I didn’t touch her!”
Egenir yelled, his frustration overflowing.
“I didn’t! You crazy old bastard! Why do I always have to suffer because of you assholes?!”
Eight regressions of pent-up rage exploded.
“And that crazy bitch behind you is about to combust!”
Cecilia, fully prepared, was in Salamander berserk mode, ready to incinerate Sherden if he harmed Egenir.
The only reason she hadn’t attacked yet was because she’d almost fully integrated Spenny’s mana circuit method, retaining some control. If Ella hadn’t intervened, Sherden would have been engulfed in flames.
Cecilia’s control over fire magic was far superior to Egenir’s. Even Sherden couldn’t ignore her power.
“And she’s going to get even stronger and crush everyone!”
He pointed at Ella.
“Why?! I finally have a chance, and now I have to die because of her crazy father?!”
He screamed, then collapsed. A moment of silence.
“…Did he…not touch her?”
“He did.”
“That bastard!”
Sherden grabbed the unconscious Egenir by the collar.
“You lied?!”
“With his sword.”
“What?”
He released Egenir.
“The…letter…”
The short letter, describing a passionate encounter with Egenir.
Sherden had been suspicious since Egenir had started sending him letters praising his strength and asking for training.
He’d rushed to the academy the moment he’d received the…ambiguous letter.
“With his…sword?”
“Yes.”
Ella, lacking in descriptive skills, had simply stated they’d “clashed.” Sherden, assuming the worst, had attacked the unconscious Egenir.
“Ha…”
He’d inadvertently given Egenir the perfect excuse. Egenir woke up soon after.
“…”
“You’re awake?”
Sherden offered him a cup of tea.
“You…”
“What? I’m your friend’s father.”
“Friends? You call people who try to kill you ‘friends’?”
“Well, that’s…”
“Do you usually attack your daughter’s friends with a sword?”
Sherden was speechless. He couldn’t accuse Egenir of being disrespectful. He’d been the one to cross the line.
‘I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions…’
He’d lost his composure after reading Ella’s letter, his mind filled with images of Egenir defiling his daughter.
He’d rushed to the academy, ignoring his duties as the head of the Gainz family. The large, imposing man now sat calmly, offering Egenir a wet towel.
“This is all…a misunderstanding between swordsmen, right?”
“Do swordsmen feed you? And do swordsmen accept being falsely accused and humiliated?”
Being accused of rape and dying without clearing his name would turn him into a vengeful ghost.
Sherden lowered his head.
“I…misunderstood. My daughter…she’s not very good at expressing herself…”
“I understand, but couldn’t you have at least listened to my side of the story before attacking? I…”
He clutched his chest, wincing. His internal injuries hadn’t fully healed.
“Calm down. Take a deep breath…”
“I’ve endured so much injustice, and if I deserved it, I’d accept it…But this…”
“I…apologize. But how did you learn Dragon Swordsmanship…?”
“Self-taught. Learned it from the library.”
“How is that even possible…”
Dragon Swordsmanship, a secret technique of the Gainz family, couldn’t be learned through self-study.
“Well…judging by his talent…”
Egenir’s skill level was exceptional for his age.
He was a Sword User, far below Sherden’s Sword Expert level, but his potential, his ability to adapt and improvise using his trait…
‘It might be true.’
The evidence was there: the calluses on his hands, the scorch marks on his wooden sword.
And his intelligence…He’d been skilled enough to land a blow on Sherden, a life-or-death gamble.
‘That’s…impossible…’
But with Egenir, it was possible. A desperate attack, a willingness to sacrifice everything to inflict a fatal wound.
He’d sensed that determination, that chilling aura, and had been so focused that he hadn’t even noticed Cecilia’s Salamander trait flaring up behind him.
“Do you have a…master?”
“Well…Teacher Harfon and Teacher Spenny.”
That meant he was truly self-taught. Sherden looked at him, impressed. He’d never seen such a prodigy among the countless students who’d trained under the Gainz family.
“So…nothing happened between you and Ella?”
“Nothing happened…”
“Then, as an apology…”
He fumbled for his wallet, pulling out a business card.
“After you graduate…you see, your Dragon Swordsmanship…”
A rare sponsorship offer for a first-year. Cecilia and Spenny, standing behind him, gaped at Sherden.
“Would you consider joining our Knights’ Order?”
“Get lost. I’m not interested.”
Sherden’s jaw dropped.
The Gainz family, a dream destination for any swordsman, and Egenir was rejecting their offer?
“You’re…refusing? Do you have other plans?!”
“Egenir is joining the Blazing Magic Tower after graduation!”
Cecilia declared cheerfully.
Egenir, overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation, snapped.
“Shut the fuck up! Please!”
“I don’t have a…”
“Aaaaaah!”
He buried his face in a pillow, screaming in frustration. Blood trickled from his lips. His internal injuries were acting up again.
“While you’re recovering…I apologize for this, but…”
“What?!”
Egenir, finally calming down, managed a respectful tone.
“Really…nothing happened between you and Ella? My daughter is quite beautiful, you see? Any… impure thoughts? Did you…peek at her?”
“I’m not a eunuch, but I didn’t see anything…And my…equipment is fully functional…”
Cecilia, Spenny, and Ella sighed in relief.
They’d been worried.
“Not naked, but he did see me in my underwear.”
Ella’s comment.
Seriously, adding fuel to the fire?
“What? What do you mean?”
Sherden’s murderous aura returned.
“I’ll give you a chance to explain. What happened, Egenir?”
“I didn’t want to see it! She brought me to her room after I passed out, and she was in her underwear, and I saw her when I woke up, and nothing happened after that!”
A rapid-fire explanation. Sherden looked at Ella.
“It’s true.”
But his anger didn’t subside.
“You…you saw her…?”
“In her underwear! She undressed herself! It’s not my fault! Should I gouge my eyes out?!”
“That wouldn’t be a bad idea…”
“You bastard…”
“I saw Egenir naked, by the way.”
Sherden’s murderous aura intensified.
“I didn’t ask you to look! I saved your life, you bitch!”
“Did you call my daughter a bitch?!”
“Aaaaaah! I don’t care! Kill me!”
Sherden raised his sword, Ella trying to stop him.
Egenir, praying for the next regression, pressed his forehead against the blade, yelling,
“Do it! Kill me!”
Sherden roared, “I will, you bastard!” and swung his sword. Blood trickled down Egenir’s forehead.
The commotion attracted the medics and teachers, who finally managed to restrain Sherden.
The incident was deemed a “family matter,” the damages covered by the Gainz family, and the whole thing was swept under the rug.
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