blueteamnovel Chapter 32
Chapter 32
32 – Sword Saint – 4
On the Internet in my world, there was a famous line that could easily be called a legend.@@@@
-But what do we do now?
It is a magic word that captures versatility, appropriateness, fun, and emotion. It was a famous line that spawned countless parodies due to its infinite possibilities that can be applied almost anywhere where users and developers exist with just a slight modification.
And that’s exactly what our situation is like now.
“So what do we do now?”
This means that although a club was formed, there was nothing to do.
The original purpose of Priscilla’s intention to create a club was so that the two of us, and in some cases, Rosaria, could deal with incidents in the original that could pose a threat to the academy in advance.
However, she suddenly declared her participation, saying that Brünnhild looked interesting, and naturally Aria also joined. The situation was completely twisted as the swordsman who became my advisor even showed a strange interest in me.
“...... I don’t know either.”
Priscilla opened her mouth honestly. It was an answer that was 100% pure and heartfelt, without a single lie. Brünnhild asked back, looking slightly dazed at her honest answer.
“Uh...... Wasn’t there a space to write the purpose of establishment in the club creation request form? “What did you write there?”
The informal language that had suddenly become natural flowed from between bright red lips.
“Just. Promoting friendship.”
“...... Want to make friends? “I heard that reason, but has permission for establishment been granted?”
This time Aria asked a question with her eyes wide. It seemed like she had also done some research on the club.
Priscilla remained calm.
“Look at the people here. The manager is the valedictorian of all 2nd graders, the three members are valedictorian of all 1st graders, vice-president of all 1st graders, and a warrior chosen by the Holy Sword, and the advisor is a sword saint who was invited as a special teacher. “Isn’t it even more strange that we’re not getting permission to form a club with this union?”
The two people who asked the question simultaneously nodded their heads in understanding. It seemed like it was because I knew that Bellium Academy was a place where students were treated well if their grades were good.
“If there are four of us, we can get permission even if we submit an application just because we want to have fun. I’ll bet you Instead, I have to keep maintaining these grades.”
I felt even more trustworthy because it was Priscilla’s assurance that she had been here for hundreds of years. Even Aria and Brunhild, who did not know the inside story, seemed fully convinced.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“I understand.”
With those words, we ran out of things to talk about. We returned to the ‘But what do we do now?’ Situation, and there was silence again in the clubroom.
Except for Geomseong, who is still staring at me.
When thinking of midterms, most students think of exams, but for Priscilla and me, it was a little different. Naturally, the attack by a terrorist group came to mind before the test for both of us.
Suicidal summoned terrorism committed by idiots who were possessed by a succubus in a fit of sexual desire, or internal strife triggered by idiots who thought that if they joined the demon side, they would be spared.
Of course, those guys were sucked up to the brim, and by the middle of part 2, when the war was in full swing, they all ended up throwing up.
“This midterm exam...... Yes...... That’s right, that’s right.......”
“I don’t know how it will differ from the original, but you are saying that we have to make plans based on the assumption that an attack is coming, right?”
“Seup...... That’s right... ....”
Priscilla, who was facing me and sitting astride her thighs, eagerly feeling the warmth, nodded her head. Perhaps because it was my room, he seemed to have no hesitation at all.
She comes in and out of this place as if she were going in and out of her own home, and I have never been caught, so I asked her what happened, and she said she came in using the highest level stealth magic ‘Existence Erasure’, which is a higher level compatible with invisibility magic.
At this point, it is a magic that has not even been developed externally, let alone commercialized, but it is only being used to break into men’s dormitories. It was truly incredible persistence.
“So...... Sooooo...... Beforehand...... Hmm...... Be prepared...... Haaaaa...... Okay... ....”
“You can either smell it or talk, just one. “Because there’s still plenty of time.”
“Ugh... ....”
Priscilla pressed her cheek against mine a few times as if waiting for her words to fall, then buried her face in the crook of her neck again. Her body trembled as it touched her with the sound of her taking a deep breath.
“Hmm...... Hmm... ....”
Priscilla, who had been burying her face in the crook of my neck for a while and taking in her breath, raised her head with a face as if she were drunk. Her trembling fingers unbuttoned her shirt.
The pale skin near the collarbone was revealed first, and underneath it, black lingerie with a design and area that would have been pointed out as immoral if there had been a concept of being a leader here as well.
Priscilla pulled down her unbuttoned Y shirt to around her elbows and hugged me tightly.
“Hey...... I like this too... ....”
“She wanted to show the child directly why I was so wary of the possibility that the child would turn into a murderer.”
It was a quite attractive offer. Because I was curious too. What was it about the murderous spirit that was said to be created by accumulating karma that it unleashed such a horrifying murderous spirit as soon as it saw me?
“I understand. What time would you like?”
“The faster the better...... “Do you think it would be possible tomorrow evening?”
“Yes, it is possible.”
“Then I will come pick you up then.”
Geomseong grinned and seemed to be about to part ways with her saying that she would see him tomorrow, but then she came closer and whispered in a low voice.
“I’m sorry for unintentionally interrupting your happy time. “I’ll keep this a secret from now on, so please tell her girlfriend not to hate me so much.”
“... ....”
Before I could answer anything, the swordsman with a frown left in a hurry. I shakily saw her off as she disappeared down the hallway in just two steps.
Well, is there any way that a pile of clothes can fool the Sword Saint’s senses? I felt embarrassed when I remembered how I had made a fuss to hide Priscilla.
“Priscilla? Are you okay?”
After returning after locking the door tightly, I called Priscilla and cleaned up the clothes that were piled up on top.
“Hmm...... Eww?”
Priscilla was hugging one of my shirts and wriggling her body with her ecstatic face.
“Was there a place like this in the imperial palace?”
“Not many people will know. “At most, it will be the Imperial Palace’s Royal Guard and a few organizations.”
The next day, Wednesday evening, I was heading to the basement inside the imperial palace, following the Sword Saint. Even though it felt like I had gone down about 6 or 7 floors, the stairs were so deep that I didn’t think they would end.
“What was this place used for?”
“A torture chamber and prison.”
It is a torture chamber and prison located in the basement of the imperial palace. A picture was roughly drawn in my head.
After going underground for a while, we passed endless rows of prisons on both sides, and stopped only when we arrived in front of a thick iron door at the innermost level of the prison.
“It’s here.”
With a slightly confused expression, Geomseong gathered mana at the tip of his finger and pushed it into his keyhole. It seemed to be a door designed to open in response to a certain type of mana.
Soon after, the door clicked and opened.
ᅳKrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Wow!
As soon as the door opened, a noise like an animal was heard from inside. It was an unpleasant voice, as if the vocal cords had been scraped. Geomseong saw my expression and smiled bitterly.
“They realized that humans had arrived. “Because they are driven by instinct alone, without any reason.”
The Sword Saint’s left arm gained strength. The door, which seemed to be about three or four fingers long, began to be pushed inward. Soon the door opened completely, revealing the inside.
A thin finger pointed to the opposite wall.
“That must be the murderer I was talking about.”
Inside the door, there were four layers of iron bars the size of an adult male’s wrist, and there were iron chains on the wall behind the bars. It was used to tie someone’s body tightly.
As soon as the creature inside saw us, it started struggling and making strange noises, ignoring its chained body.
“Kaaaaa! Wow! “Fuck off!”
ᅳJjalgrang! Squeak!
The chains that fixed various parts of the body shook constantly. The sound of the animal scratching the human vocal cords and the sound of the chains binding the animal rang out like a chorus inside the prison. It was a very unpleasant noise.
“... ....”
I carefully observed through the iron bars what Geomseong described as a murderer.
The hair, which would have been silver when he was human, had become matted and dirty, covering his entire body and even spreading to the floor. He was naked, as if all his clothes had been torn off, and his skin was covered in blood and dust.
The eyes glimpsed through the hair were unfocused. There was only the will and instinct to kill the person in front of him.
“He is a person who could not endure his own karma.”
Geomseong was slowly caressing the iron bars that were thicker than his own wrist, and was looking bitterly at the figure of a being that was closer to an animal than a human.
“He was also my first student.”