3. Nineveh – 05

A short break after class.

As soon as the bell announcing the end of class rang, Jin quickly disappeared somewhere outside the classroom. It was a stark contrast to how she had just stared out the window with a blank face throughout the class.

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Meanwhile, looking at the vacant seat where Jin had just been sitting, a few students gathered together and began to chat.

“Hugo, by the way, did you kiss that commoner earlier?”

When a male student around him said that in a funny way, the man with a rich body called Hugo answered with a frown.

“Who’s scared?”

“That’s right, what? Earlier, when he saw you and told you to move away, you got scared and moved aside. He touched your chin like he would his own dog, but he didn’t respond.”

At those words, all the students around Hugo burst into laughter. To be honest, it was quite a funny sight when Jin slapped Hugo on the chin and cheek just now.

“Oh, fuck. Isn’t that cool?”

Saying that, Hugo glanced sideways at the empty desk. If Jin himself had been present, he would have kept his mouth shut, but since he was not here, the courage to shake his snout at will began to well up on its own.

“That bastard, that bastard, something is weird. there’s something Anyway, what a fucking weird bastard.”

“Of course, he must have entered Nineveh because of something. Because he’s a commoner? Doesn’t the fact that a commoner enter Nineveh mean that there is something special about it?”

“No, that’s not what I mean… .”

Hugo couldn’t quite figure out how to explain something he had just felt.

How else am I supposed to explain that? Even Hugo himself, who experienced it head-on in the first place, had no idea what the hell he was experiencing.

The feeling that Hugo felt when standing in front of Jin just now… It was just a feeling of being far away.

The feeling of being a mouse in front of a cat, the feeling of a giant monster opening its mouth in front of you, the feeling of standing alone on the edge of a cliff of unknown height.

As an aristocrat of the Empire, it was natural for Hugo to always stand above others and dominate others with just a gesture of his hand.

It wasn’t that we fought head-on, he just said to get out of the way, and he really got out of the way because he was scared by it.

If the person who gave him such feelings had been Princess Pendragon or a woman like Altina Serias, Hugo would not have had any complaints either.

Because they are ‘real’ nobles with great heroes as their ancestors, and the nobility of their lineage was also incomparable to other nobles.

But compared to that, that youngster called Jin is nothing more than a humble commoner. In other words, it was nothing more than a lucky lowly person who was admitted to Nineveh by performing an unknown and dirty trick.

And at least it wasn’t enough for her to get out of the way because she was afraid of such a lowly thing, and she couldn’t respond until he tapped her on the chin and cheek.

I felt dirty. It was humiliating indeed. I thought I wanted to run to that guy and kill him right now.

However, the fact that it is more fucked up than that is not different.

It was that Hugo didn’t have the courage to stand in front of Jin.

Because I was so afraid to feel that distant feeling I felt earlier. Because of the anxiety that if I stand in front of Jin again, I might feel that emotion again.

Hugo felt Jin, only afraid.

“… Anyway, that bastard is using some weird trick. Do you know what just happened when I was standing in front of that bastard?”

“What happened?”

“Suddenly, I felt like I was out of breath. And, without realizing it, I felt like my mind was clouding. Yes, like being under a mental attack.”

“Psychic attack?”

At Hugo’s words, the students around him tilted their heads.

“Then, is he a person with supernormal abilities that interferes with the psyche?”

“But I heard that the psychic ability to interfere with the mind is very rare. Even if you search the whole country, there might be one or two people.”

“Isn’t it that rare that you were able to enter Nineveh as a commoner? In the first place, people who are naturally born with paranormal abilities are incredibly rare. is not it?”

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Most of the nobles of the current empire are people who have inherited supernatural powers through bloodline, but very occasionally there are people who are born with supernatural abilities even outside the lineage of nobles.

And in most cases, such naturally occurring paranormal abilities have abilities that are quite different from the supernatural abilities inherited by nobles.

For example, they have abstract or conceptual abilities, or they have abilities of a very powerful but limited kind.

In fact, it is unavoidable. Indeed, unlike nobles who have improved their lineage over a long time and have constantly developed their own abilities in the process, they are no different from gemstones.

If I had to distinguish, it would be the difference between natural diamonds found in nature and artificial diamonds created by humans.

However, one thing was certain: if Jin, as Hugo said, had the ability to intervene in the human mind, then his actual fighting ability would be really insignificant.

Originally, people with supernatural powers, unless they were physically capable, had their own fighting abilities at a truly devastating level.

If it had been in a one-on-one sparring situation rather than a leisurely argument in the classroom, I might have been able to crush that whole head before I could use my abilities like that-

Such groundless confidence began to creep up in the hearts of all students, including Hugo.

“You bastard, you dare to play a trick on my mind, right? Let’s see it during practice practice. I’ll crush one of your limbs into a cat.”

When Hugo, who had firmly believed that Jin was a paranormal person with mental abilities, gnashed his teeth and spat out disgust, a male student on the other side opened his mouth as if he had suddenly remembered.

“Hey, but that thing you just felt when you stood in front of him. Could it have been murder?”

“To live?”

At that, Hugo and other students stared blankly at each other, then burst into laughter.

“Nonsense. How do you breathe life into a commoner from a lowly background?”

“If you want to breathe life, you must realize your aura no matter how bad it is. That is enough for him to come to Nineveh as a teacher, not as a student.”

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Murder is a word that refers to the transformation of an intangible desire to kill others into a tangible force.

A warrior who has risen to the highest level can refine the energy of nature that has no force and convert it into pure light of destruction called aura. It is possible to inflict damage on the opponent.

The degree of killing varies greatly depending on the degree of the person’s intent to kill and the trajectory of his life so far, but ordinary people become rats in front of a cat and tremble when they stand in front of a warrior who has realized the aura. It should be.

The power to wield by transforming one’s own will itself into a blade, the state of cutting the opponent’s heart by swinging an invisible sword.

That was the true identity of the killing technique used only by those who reached the level of a Master who realized the Aura.

In the present age, the number of swordsmen who have reached the level of Master does not exceed twenty even across the entire continent.

Even in Nineveh, where all the excellent talents of the empire gathered, there was only one person who knew how to use Aura.

However, the student from the commoners, whom the aristocratic students gathered here had never even heard of, was actually a soldier of the highest realm who realized the Aura? That must have been the sound of a passing dog laughing.

“When you think about common sense, there is no way you can reach such a lofty level with a lowly subject. Because lowly people are born with lowly wombs-”

“Shut up your mouth, Hugo.”

But that was the time. A chilly voice echoed from one side of the classroom.

“I tried to just listen, but when there are other people, I keep my mouth shut. That rubbish thing I just said, is that really something you say to your classmate?”

At first glance, it was just a soft tone of voice. But the moment he heard that, Hugo involuntarily stepped back.

“Three, Lady Serias… ”

“In Nineveh, it would be the rule to call each other by their first names.”

“That, yes. Altina.”

Cold sweat runs down Hugo’s back. Hugo’s family was also a county that was well known in the provinces, but no matter how much he belonged, he couldn’t compare the county to the county of Serias.

Although they are the same count family in terms of hierarchy, Hugo’s count family is only one of the widely spread count families in the empire, while the count family of Serias has a status equal to that of the Pendragon duke family. A known family.

In the first place, the weight class between the two families is not even comparable, so shouldn’t you stretch while looking for a place to lie down?

“I know very well that you are embarrassed and miserable because you showed everyone the image you scared him off of, but that doesn’t mean you carelessly talk about other people’s parents. When you had an accident the other day, your parents, who were like your assholes, came to our estate and slammed their heads into the ground begging for mercy, can I just talk about it? yes?”

At Altina’s words, Hugo’s face distorted like a piece of toilet paper.

“what? Aren’t you kidding? If there’s anything you want to say, say it. I will listen to you all.”

But he couldn’t have the courage to say anything to Altina like he did to Jin just before. He just hung his head, not saying anything.

“Sick.”

Altina clicked her tongue looking at Hugo. The bastard is just as good as he is.

If I had just swung my fist at Altina out of anger at Altina’s words right now, I could have thought of her as a slightly decent man.

‘And that bastard is the same asshole.’

Altina clicked her tongue as she looked at the empty seat of Jin. Why did that bastard show such a crazy look to stand out like this from the first day of admission?

It seems that the last conscience remains, and he disappeared from the classroom first during break time, eliminating the possibility of another dispute, but all the students in Class A came to know that Jin was an asshole without a brake. .

‘Fool.’

I don’t know why, but for some reason she was concerned about the man. When I look at that man, I feel like a corner of my head is tickling.

Annoyed. Why on earth did he care so much about a mere commoner who had no one-sided relationship, and did he feel moved to tears when he saw such an asshole insulting him?

Because of that, Altina had no choice but to harbor a bad feeling towards Jin.

A woman named Altina von Rudel Serias somehow hated a man named Jin.