55 – Irene Justia (1)

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A knight is… It is a strong sword that protects the weak.

A single sentence and a will that gave rise to a maddening obsession with the sword as a knight, which forms the basis of Irene Justia.

Irene was captured by that single sentence left by one of the knights of the Justia family who sacrificed themselves to protect one weakling in the party, her one.

Even when she was very young, Irene, who showed an immature appearance like any other girl,

I regretted the time when I insisted on going to see the tulip field even in the middle of the rain.

Perhaps one of the reasons why Irene acted recklessly was that the Justia family, which had produced only famous knights for generations, did not have such a flower garden.

I had the idea that if I didn’t move to the tulip field, I wouldn’t be able to capture the beautiful sight.

stupidly

What about that bastard’s tulips?

About that tulip, it would have been okay to go see it the next day… .

It wasn’t a tulip that would disappear if she didn’t keep it in her eyes, and it wasn’t a tulip that would die because she didn’t receive affection.

And like a twist of fate, it was only eight demons, not beautiful tulips, that greeted Irene, who arrived at the tulip field with a dozen knights and several of her ladies-in-waiting.

Maybe those demons didn’t think that there would be people out to see flowers in such gloomy weather,

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Just like the knights of the Justia family, they blinked for a few seconds to double-check each other’s existence.

The first ones to act were the knights of the Justia family.

He hurriedly shouted to the ladies-in-waiting to escape on horseback with Irene.

This was the reason why the Justia family made even the ladies-in-waiting learn basic self-defense and horseback riding.

However, Irene, who was young, did not want to leave her knights behind and ran away, so she screamed and resisted, and that was the will that one of the knights who approached Irene gave her.

They are knights, so they will protect the weak.

And even if I die, I will do so.

The knight who gave such a will immediately threw himself at the demons without even listening to Irene’s answer, and Irene had no choice but to run away while being hugged by the ladies-in-waiting.

Even for the knights of the Justia family, the odds of winning were virtually nil.

The superiority in terms of compatibility between them, who only attack knights at close range, and demons who can shoot magic from a distance,

It was because when fighting in a space that was no different from an empty field called a tulip field, there was a difference that made it possible to guess the result without looking at it.

In addition, there was also a positional problem in that they had to prevent the demons from taking Irene hostage, so they literally had no choice but to become scapegoats.

A scapegoat to protect the weak Irene.

This was the reason, past, and regret that Irene gave up her girlishness and threw away her own femininity and insisted only on a knightly sword.

Years passed before I knew it, and Irene became a pretty girl with a strong impression.

When Irene entered the academy, the cause of her being called the distorted female knight was revealed.

-I heard that you are the senior this semester Irene Justia, the Justia family is famous as a knight’s family, right? I’ll show you a knight’s sword that senior Lee can’t wield as a woman.

awkward attitude.

The sticky eyes that secretly stared at his chest and mound.

It was clear to anyone that the man standing in front of her was not a skilled person, but Irene decided to believe in the fact that this was an academy.

Maybe it was because he didn’t even know he was the frog in the well.

But, of course, there was no heaviness in the man’s swordsmanship rushing toward Irene, and it was just a sword that dazzled the eyes.

Irene’s beast-like senses were vaguely feeling the anxiety.

That’s why Irene used sparring as an excuse to make the man’s arms almost mash.

Even though the man knew his family name, he thought that he had ridiculed the insignificant sword in front of him as a knight’s sword.

Because he felt that he had stained the sword that protected the weak who had given his life to protect.

It was because there was not even a speck of mercy to be shown to a man who was not even the weak.

And because Irene lived like that.

Irene couldn’t help but feel fierce anger towards the boy.

-It looks like the sword marks in this case are the same as in the lycanthrope case… Can you make fun of it?

As for her who had purely put her life into the sword as a knight,

It was because he could sense that the lycanthrope’s corpse and the sword marks in the arena were the same knight’s sword strike.

I felt the same sense of joy when I saw the lycanthrope, when I held the sight of the battlefield in my eyes.

If the lycanthrope was a miraculous blow by a boy, the swordsmanship in the arena was also a feat of the boy.

And that meant that the boy was hiding enormous power, and that the first year, the true saint named Grace, was also lying.

Grace’s lies didn’t bother him.

Anyway, rather than believing in the existence of God and hoping for his grace, Irene had harbored the will to protect herself and the weak by swinging her sword even once more.

-What if it’s a lie, how about a lie to cover up a colleague… If it had been requested by the person who defeated the devil, I wouldn’t have been able to refuse it.

Irene didn’t think of truth or lies as the most important value, so she didn’t think much about Grace’s case.

No, there was no room for that in the first place. Because to Irene, there was an existence that disturbed Grace to the point that she was no more than dust.

What annoys me is Pin, who has been hiding such enormous power. Or it was a berry.

The identity of the boy was irrelevant. The fact that Irene was just concerned.

-Even with such power… Why the hell didn’t you try to protect the weak?

The reason for his anger was that even though the boy had reached the pinnacle of the sword he pursued, the boy’s sword had never tried to protect the weak that had nothing to do with him.

Even during the tournament, Irene felt that the boy had touched her wrath because she kept an eye on those who were being brought to the healing center where she was.

How brutally did the boy crush the weak compared to himself just to get the result of a quick victory?

If the boy had truly followed the path of an assassin, as he said, it would be understandable.

I didn’t like it very much, but I had no intention of preaching this or that to someone who was gifted in that way and took the top spot at the academy.

Irene was the one who defeated the lycanthrope with a single blow,

The artist who accomplished the feat of breaking the darkness of the night sky by shining the sun,

To Irene, the owner of Solaris, which is like a dream weapon.

It was completely unacceptable that he had a knight-like mindset for only one lord, not the weak.

As the faculty of the academy, who judged based on common sense, they knew that the owner of the moon would not be chosen by Solaris, so they did not have the same reasoning process as Irene.

Considering that even the Academy’s principal witnessed Berry’s rejection when he held the Solaris himself,

He had no choice but to accept the testimony that Berry was not the owner of Solaris, the swordsman like the sun.

However, only one person, Irene Justia, recognized that the testimony was false.

For that reason, it was the same as the reasoning of the boy who judged that it was just annoying him, but the result was different.

The boy succeeds in inferring only the part that Irene approached to point out his chivalry, but

The conclusion was wrong because I didn’t know that Irene had even grasped the sword attack with that beastly sense.

Of course, all of Irene’s reasoning was inference without any physical evidence felt from her beastly senses,

Not once did Irene’s sharp senses falter that judgment, and only one member of the academy could be sure that the swordsmanship was the same as in the past.

So Irene swung her sword at the boy.

A boy who showed such feats must have reached the point where he couldn’t even scratch himself… Because of that, I couldn’t do anything.

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Just clash swords and talk.

If he fought to the death while discussing chivalry with a sword, he might be able to carve at least a fragment of his own chivalry into his heart.

It was the conclusion that Irene came to after a long long struggle.

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Irene’s sword cuts the spot where the boy had been and shatters it, raising dust along with small stones. again and again

It was because the target he was aiming for shimmered in front of his eyes as if he were about to reach it, disappearing just before reaching it, like a mirage.

“Yeokrin!!”

When Irene intensely shouted out her weapon, she grabbed the dragon’s sword. The wrath begins to shape that anger more strongly.

At the same time, the dragon’s breath dyed red.

It was because he decided that if the boy disappeared like smoke right before he could reach him, he would just have to surround everything around him with dragon flames.

Booung-

The moment Irene laid down the blade of the red dragon imbued with the dragon’s breath, and tried to cut it as if spinning.

Chaeeng-!

The boy’s night reached between Irene’s arm and Yeokrin, quelling the flames. no, distorted

The same time as that instant. Their sword blades and gazes cross each other.

Irene’s gaze like a blazing fire, and the boy’s gaze like the quiet night sky.

At that moment, Irene shouted with the overflowing anger.

“With this much power, you bastard have been in a hurry to hide that power!!!”

The moment when the boy’s will to protect the only girl he loves and Irene’s will to become a sword that protects only the weak clash violently.

Originally, it was a moment that Irene would never have experienced.

If it is the original work that the boy knows, just as his clothes get wet in drizzle while pursuing only chivalry,

Irene, who was destined to end her life soon as her love for Ian Cedric grew.

By experiencing this single moment, he began to change the direction of his steps along the railroad to hell given to him.