25 – White Night (1)

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There was one thing I learned from this fight.

No matter how good my skills are at the same academy first year level,

Because I was still at a level where I could only reach the tip of my toes.

It was the fact that ‘craftsmen don’t blame tools’ didn’t work for me.

I lowered my eyes slightly and looked down at the sword hanging from my waist.

If I had been fighting with a proper sword rather than a shabby sword like this, I wouldn’t have had to go through such a crisis.

It could have kept Lily from getting hurt.

My skills should have been better than what I am now, or, to put it greedily, as good as the heights of pins in my prime… I do not regret that.

Even if you look at it objectively, my level will be enough to record the top 3%.

What’s unfortunate is that I still haven’t been able to let go of a little bit of vigilance.

where I can fully demonstrate my skills,

The teeth of such a lycanthrope meant that they were not equipped with a weapon capable of cutting them down.

‘Considering what will happen in the future, the lycanthrope needs a weapon that can be cut like a piece of paper just by bringing it.’

so that,

I did not refuse Lily’s favor to hand over all compensation rights to me.

Rather than handing her an artifact that can defend against a single fatal wound,

It’s because I decided that it was a much more reasonable and safer option to eliminate the beings who could inflict fatal wounds on her in advance with a more powerful weapon.

Turbuck.

As the headmaster entered a corner hallway, he suddenly began to use his magic.

Soon after, an opaque membrane unfolds as if to surround us.

As I was rolling my eyes here and there to assess the situation, the principal raised one eye and said,

“The Academy’s treasure chest is literally a treasure chest, Berry-kun. There’s no way to get tired of it in a place where everyone can see how to open such a treasure chest.”

“In other words, this is a device to prevent outsiders from knowing how to get to the treasure chest…Are you saying this?”

As if it was the correct answer, the headmaster gently raised an eyebrow.

“That’s the reason why I came to see you personally without having to have a secretary. Besides… Since the number of people entering the treasure room is limited to only two, I couldn’t have a single secretary take on such a heavy responsibility.”

“I see…then is it okay if I see the process with my own eyes?”

Due to the flow of the conversation, I asked this question, but it couldn’t be possible.

In the original work, when Ian was allowed to enter the treasure house,

I remember that the principal cast a spell on Ian directly, causing him to lose his senses for one minute, aka ‘disorder’.

And, of course, there was an explanation from the principal that I also had to go through that process.

“There won’t be any side effects.”

The principal’s hand went over my head, and soon after, my world flickered like a phenomenon I’ve experienced before.

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“This is the Academy’s treasure house.”

I thought that it might be transmitted again to a world where only darkness existed, but there was no way.

You shouldn’t expect such an effect from simple sensory blocking magic.

Seeing the principal’s voice echo through the walls, I was able to infer that there was an arch or dome-shaped ceiling even without seeing it.

Paths classified into categories that you can see when you open your eyes.

What a convenient treasure trove.

I imagined a scene where treasures were piled up like junk, but a completely different scenery unfolded.

In the middle, there were passages made of basalt that it is difficult to count how many in total, based on the same circular marble as this central square in which we are standing.

Shield, bow, sword, spear, armor, artifact, staff in clockwise order from my front. etc.

The bold Roman alphabets written above the entrance of each aisle,

It was informing us that only these treasures existed in the passage.

I raised my head and looked at the principal, and the principal stood side by side as if he was stepping out of his seat and stretched out his arm toward the aisle with the word ‘sword’ written on it.

It looked like a gentleman escorting a lady at a ball.

“…”

I didn’t want to think about the reason why an old woman who was old enough would do this to a man.

I narrowed my eyes and silently walked towards the passage of the sword.

Turbuck.

As I stepped into the passage of the sword, a layer of air like a huge rock pierced me.

I remembered seeing such an expression in the work, so I felt like I was suffocating even though I was prepared in advance.

‘This is obviously… Didn’t I say they were testing me to see if I was qualified to deal with them?’

If this was the Earth, I would have laughed at what kind of dog it was, but this place is the world in Ropan.

In a country where there is also an ego sword, it would be difficult for swords called treasures to not even have this level of ego.

Conversely, it’s like having a fingerprint reader on a sword.

I took a step while enduring the pressure that seemed to tear my entire body apart.

I took another step with the sound of my cold sweat dripping from my nervousness and dripping onto the ground.

As my whole body overcame their pressure and entered the aisle, the oppression that seemed to eat me disappeared without leaving a trace.

“Congratulations on getting a passing grade for the first exam, Mr. Berry.”

The principal followed me into the passage of the sword as if nothing was wrong.

I was the one who directly took the pressure from before, so he made a mysterious expression even though he knew why he was able to come in without incident.

“Ah, since I’m a wizard. I didn’t even think that the swords would handle me from the start, so I didn’t even try to test them. Isn’t it a useless waste of strength, each other. Hahaha!!”

“Ah, yes…”

“Well… if I suddenly show signs of trying to pick them up, they might run to me like they’re going to kill me.”

The principal said that with a sly smile.

At this, I sighed and turned my head again and headed towards the back of the aisle. I had no intention of wanting to chat with him here.

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trudge.

After walking for about 3 minutes, a familiar sword came into my field of vision even though I had never seen it before.

I stopped walking for a moment and looked at the sword, and the principal who followed me began to explain.

He seemed to think that I liked this sword.

“The sword itself is said to be Durandal, and it is said that the sword itself is never broken and does not even get scratched. It is said that since it was made, no one has handled it since it was made because it is a sword that is difficult to see…Where, would you like to hear it?”

“…No. I just saw it because it looked interesting. I don’t feel like dealing with it.”

To tell the truth, it would be accurate to say that I couldn’t handle that sword in the first place.

It was mentioned in the story that that sword was a weapon that only Ian could wield.

I couldn’t handle the sword that only those who were more righteous than anyone else could wield.

In addition to the ability the principal mentioned, the other special ability of that sword is quite attractive, but if it cannot be handled in the first place, it is out of the question.

“Hmm, then, shall we go further inside? The further we go inside, the more ancient relics come out, so there will be more difficult weapons than now…”

“It’s okay though. I can’t find a sword that feels so good.”

Saying that, I started walking again, and soon after, a very friendly sword appeared to greet me.

“…this black.”

I’ve ever seen

An old, scratched greatsword originally held by the owner of this body during his days as a Sword Master.

“This sword, Solaris. It is said that if a person with the qualifications holds it, it will reveal its true form… This sword is also a sword of misfortune that has not yet been met by anyone who can handle it.”

Unlucky Sword.

Unlike Durandal earlier, Solaris even came to be described with the modifier “sword of misfortune.”

That would be the case, because this Solaris, unlike the previous Durandal, was difficult to be called a great sword until it fell into the hands of its owner.

“Can I listen to this one more time?”

“You?”

can you hear it? The principal looked at me with that expression.

From my point of view, it was a greatsword boasting a large size that made me wonder if it was still too big for my body size.

Even so, I couldn’t help but pick up this sword.

Of all the swords I’ve seen so far, it’s the one I’m most likely to be able to handle.

With the intention of purchasing insurance in case I couldn’t choose any sword.

“You should give it a try.”

When I put my hand on the handle of the sword like that, Solaris began to resonate with me with a distinctive iron wooing sound.

“Ohhh…! Can’t this sword resonate…? Why, Berry-kun?”

“No. I can’t hear it.”

It was good until it resonated. Until then, I only knew that I could lift it.

But what is this, the moment I put strength into my hand to hold the sword, I feel like all my strength is being sucked into it, and then the strength completely disappears from my grip.

“Is it vaguely rejected?”

He shook his head at the principal’s lamentation.

I thought it might be possible because I had a body like his, but

Even if he inherited his talent and experience,

The sword seemed to recognize him and me as completely different entities.

‘Or maybe there’s a reason why I still can’t use the pin’s power.’

Several times along the way,

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Just like I had done before I lost consciousness, I tried the process of applying magical energy to various parts of my muscles again, but… The results were still there.

It was because I confirmed that magic was not applied to all of my muscles, but only around my body, feet, and eyes.

“Well… I can’t help it. Can I look inside a little more?”

“However much.”

For some reason, as I left the familiar weapon behind and took another step forward, a sword appeared in front of my eyes.

It was not a sword I had ever seen.

Nor had I ever read a phrase describing its appearance.

Even so, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sword.

Because the sword had a very strange shape and color.

“What the hell is that sword? A black that has everything from the body, the blade, and even the handle of the sword to white.”

“Ah… that sword is ‘White Night’. Originally, it is a sword that has a couple sword, ‘Black Night’, but since Black Night was not discovered, only White Night is being kept.”

Proper length and very thin blade like a leaf.

Diamonds were embedded in the part connecting the sword body and the handle, and the lines drawn in harmony with the decorations were all white, which was an impressive sword.

And, on the contrary, the couple swords of ‘Dark Night’, where everything is black. white night.

I didn’t know the white night, but I knew the dark night.

No, to be precise, I didn’t know only the appearance of the White Night and knew all of its abilities.

Among the mines that will appear in the future, the one who uses this dark night will appear.

And there was a scene where he kept talking to his teammates that his goal was to find the couple sword of the dark night he had.

‘No matter how much it is, I can’t carry a sword that will be a match with the sword that the devil uses.’

With that in mind, let’s try to pass the midnight sun,

Whoops-

The white night glowed and the blade suddenly began to fall.

As if why are you trying to pass yourself by.

It’s good just once, so listen to yourself.

As if to say that to me, the white night has been appealing to me with all its might.

“Huh…I never thought that the head of the Faculty of Knights would be chosen by the Midnight Sun.

As my firm gaze stared at the white night, embarrassed by the sudden appeal, the principal, who had been watching him, spat out words of admiration and interest.