185 Mother of Fire (1)
#185
It didn’t take long for the sparring to end. Ronan smiled in satisfaction after confirming that there were no more members attacking him.
“Everyone worked hard. Now even if you throw it into any battlefield it will survive.”
It was a sincere compliment. During the two years of absence the skills of the club members improved remarkably. It was a golden result born from the combination of talent hard work and excellent guidance. Of course Ronan was never declared dead but that was natural so he had no intention of questioning it.
“You guys have really improved a lot.”
Ronan added that one word and led the way. Click. It was nice to hear the sound of the sheath and the sword clicking together. La Mancha combined with Lin gained a brief pommel allowing her to swing the sword more stably.
“Ugh… this is ridiculous… wow I thought I could win this time…”
“Oooh… From Brahms to Hind….”
“Wow! Wow!”
After sparring the members were all in complete disrepair. Marya and Braum were stretched out with their arms wide open and Asher whose mana was almost depleted was vomiting while leaning on the wall. Ophelia who was the only one to abstain before it got ugly was sitting in her chair looking exhausted and drinking a liquid she claimed was her wine.
“Right now…I don’t think you’ll lose even if you fight Balzac.”
“That’s right. “I went through some hardships.”
Ronan chuckled. Balzac was also a name I hadn’t heard in a long time. The younger brother of the Shadow Duke who adores Ophelia. I took the essence of fresh blood and gave it to Jarudin and I was wondering if they were both doing well.
“Don’t be too frustrated. “Look what you did.”
Ronan lifted the tip of his chin and pointed at the messed up training ground. It seemed like a huge invisible beast was drunk and was rampaging.
The places where Marya’s great sword exploded were all accompanied by huge cracks. Even compared to the sword marks left by Ronan and Schlieffen it was at a level that would never cause them to bow down.
Braum also showed great effort. Although even the temporary Great Shield named Hynd had a different command if this was a battlefield and the enemy was not Ronan but an unspecified number of other enemy soldiers he would have saved the lives of all members.
“Uuuuu…you’re too much. “No matter how much I call it an Auror where can I find something like that…”
【It’s okay kid. It’s not that you’re weak it’s that that devil is strange.】
Asher wiped his mouth and cried. The voice of the Winter Witch came from the Vajra in his pocket. Ronan suddenly feverish drew his sword.
“What’s wrong?”
Paaaa…! A band of scarlet light emitted from the sword body enveloped Asher’s body. The gap between the two narrowed. When he closed his eyes and opened them Asher’s face turned pale at the sight of Ronan.
“Hey! “Please save me!”
“I don’t want to hear that from you man. “Too much is to say something like that is too much.”
Ronan grabbed Asel’s head with both hands and turned him toward the training ground. Ice thorns larger than most buildings were growing here and there. The cold air seeping out was lowering the temperature of the entire training ground. It was the same ice that the Winter Witch used to handle.
“Why are you talking about 15 things like that without changing your expression? too bad? Apologize to me and the other wizards man. “I’m sorry for being born a genius.”
【If I were to be specific his expression changed.】
“Mister please be quiet. “I said let’s see if this is really true.”
Ronan pulled Asher’s cheeks to either side ignoring the Winter Witch. Her soft cheeks stretched out.
“Ha Hadima! “I took care of it!”
“What’s the difference between the telekinesis you’ve been using since you were stealing goblin panties and my auror? ok? “Even I can only pull.”
Asher stirred but Ronan did not let him go easily. Asher’s screams got louder as he twirled his pinched ball in different directions.
“Ugh! “Let go!”
“What a shameful bastard. Should I just tear it up like this?”
Of course in the meantime the corners of Ronan’s mouth turned up as if he would catch her ear. She was indeed a talent who had received an offer from Lorhorn. It seemed like if this bastard could break through the star’s protection he could have him fight the giants right away. Ronan smiled bitterly as he suddenly remembered the faces of powerful people who had disappeared from his past life.
‘That’s the most important thing.’
He had to figure out the law of destruction somehow. Or maybe I become strong enough to tear down all those giants and kill them. Ronan took his hand off Asher’s cheek and turned his back. He felt like he needed to practice in advance to catch up on the progress he missed while participating in the Sword Festival.
“I have some good news for those of you who worked hard. “Only the principal and I know so I’m telling you specifically.”
“Good…news?”
“okay. Navardose will participate in the entrance ceremony held in six days. He’s a parent observer. “If you burn me to death for bringing evil to his son please give the bone powder to my sister.”
Silence fell. It took me a while to understand because he spoke in a flat tone as if he was telling me what I ate yesterday. Clink! The wine glass fell from Ophelia’s hand. Marja barely able to regain her composure opened her mouth.
“…What is coming?”
“Red Dragon Navardose. Even if you find out nothing will change so just know. “I’m going.”
With those last words Ronan left the club area. He had almost finished climbing the stairs when he heard a loud screaming sound behind him. At least it didn’t seem like he was screaming out of excitement.
****
Time passed quickly. Thanks to the delay in receiving the letter from Major Nemea Ronan was able to focus on his life at the academy for the first time in a long time.
As he was taking classes for the first time in a while what he felt was that there was nothing easier than studying. Ronan who was reading a herbalism textbook while stroking Sita muttered.
“I just want to keep living like this….”
If it weren’t for the fucking giants they would have actually done that. He would have graduated from the academy gotten a decent job married someone he loved and raised a decent family. Raising two children who resemble each other.
He couldn’t possibly understand those who were upset because they didn’t like this kind of peace. If you have a yearning for a rough life you will probably come to your senses if you go on a three-day field trip to the southern battlefield where the civil war is raging. Suddenly his eyes fell on the calendar.
‘It’s finally tomorrow.’
Above the number 13 a picture symbolizing fire was roughly drawn. Entrance ceremony. And it was the day when the Navarre dje came.
Kratyr after consulting with Lorhon eventually decided to inform the emperor of Navardose’s visit. However since he was only coming for personal business he agreed to keep the public as low as possible.
‘I don’t know if that will hide it.’
Of course that was possible when Navardose came as a polymorph. He was known to be the largest of all dragons so there was no answer if he showed up in his true form. Ronan was in the middle of organizing his notes. Suddenly the hair on his entire body stood up at once.
“what…!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
My instincts were screaming. Sita woke up from her sleep and looked at the window and cursed. At that time something translucent and thin like a wave came into view quickly coming from outside the window. Ronan drew his sword and swung it in a movement that could be said to be reflexive. Sgak! The wave that was about to hit me split and passed behind my back.
“What the fuck?”
I don’t know the details but judging from the sword cuts it seemed like some kind of magic. Ronan suddenly noticed that he could not hear Sita’s yelping. He lowered his head and shouted in confusion.
“Sita? “Hey come to your senses!”
Sita was frozen in the same posture she had been in. It was as if she had turned to stone not even blinking or breathing.
Only the very very slow beating sound of her heart and the warmth that did not disappear were the only things that showed that Sita was not dead. Suddenly Ronan noticed that all the sounds coming from inside and outside the dormitory had stopped.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Ronan hurriedly opened the window and stuck his head out. All the students walking around the campus were as frozen as Sita. On the street where the wind was no longer blowing even the street trees stood still as if they had been swaying.
His head was confused. I couldn’t figure out what was happening all of a sudden. Just then footsteps were heard from far away. As I narrowed my eyes and concentrated I saw someone walking in the middle of the plaza. Ronan grabbed the hilt of his sword.
‘That bastard.’
Ronan instinctively realized that it was the caster who had cast this spell. It would have been a wizard as powerful as Kratir or stronger than him to cast such a spell throughout Phileon but that didn’t really matter.
“Wait.”
Ronan jumped out of the window. The sound of the soles of his shoes hitting the stone floor echoed in the silence. His mana-enhanced thighs swelled. He set the main plaza as his target point and was running while narrowing the distance by 10 meters with each step. Suddenly the world turned black.
“what?”
The hair on his entire body stood on end once again. The moonlight that illuminated the road disappeared in an instant. Ronan suddenly stopped and raised his head. Where the celestial bodies in the night sky should shine there was complete darkness.
‘Am I dreaming now?’
There was darkness everywhere I looked. The same thing happened when I turned my head as if I was doing gymnastics. Ronan who knew that this was a new magic cast by the monster was about to fire his sword energy. Suddenly the darkness cleared and stagnant moonlight poured down on my face. At the same time Ronan seeing the edge of darkness sucked in a breath.
“That’s…!”
It was the outline of a wing. The bat-like wing covered more than half of Phileon with just one wing. As I moved my gaze along the wings to the right I saw a tail this time. The tail that was still being dragged from behind the night sky looked like a whip to punish a divine being. He was staring blankly at the outline of the shadow. Pot! In an instant the dark shape disappeared and the vast night sky appeared.
“What the fuck?”
Ronan cursed. It literally happened in the blink of an eye. No matter how much he looked around he couldn’t find the shape of something that was flying in the sky just moments ago.
‘It’s a dream. It’s clear.’
Ronan remained standing even after the thing disappeared. Perhaps because too many things were happening at once his head was not working well. How long has it been? From the direction of the plaza where he was heading he began to hear the sound of a man and woman talking.
“The entrance ceremony is tomorrow why did you come today?”
“You ask that knowing how mortals will treat me? “It’s obvious that I won’t be able to drink water properly because of the burden but I need to talk to my son before that.”
The surroundings were quiet so I could hear it even if I wasn’t listening. Ronan frowned. The woman’s voice was unfamiliar but the man’s voice was familiar.
He continued his steps hiding his presence as much as possible. She was talking to Itar Gand who had polymorphed into a human and a robed woman. The woman raised her arm and touched Itar Gand’s cheek.
“Anyway this is really amazing. “Maybe you’ve finished thinking about learning from humans?”
“Well… it just happened to be like that.”
The arrogant Itargand was at a loss. Her womanly face illuminated by the moonlight was indescribably beautiful. Her hair flowing beneath her hood was the color of a blazing red fire. The woman who had been stroking Itar Gand’s head on her tiptoes pressed her lips to his.
“It’s also amazing. “Come here.”
“Oh mother it would be troublesome to act like this in front of mortals…!”
“What if I can’t see or hear everything? “Come on.”
Judging by his movements it seemed like he was trying to kiss her cheek. Itar Gand desperately waved her arms and expressed her refusal. For a moment the woman’s face stiffened as if in shock.
“name. you….”
“That mother…it’s not that….”
Itar Gand comforted her looking at her apologetic expression. But she turned her head away as if the woman had already been hurt enough. After dabbing her saliva around her eyes she started crying.
“That’s too much. It’s been so long since you became independent from Rare that you’re now berating her mother? “Huh… huh…”
“So Soja made a mistake. Don’t cry. yes?”
Ronan was watching the scene with bated breath. It wasn’t difficult to guess the woman’s identity. Who else would Itar Gand call her mother?
I just couldn’t believe that this was reality and not a dream. She was so different from what I thought. Ronan took a deep breath and slowly backed away from her.
‘Let’s go home quietly.’
She was going to just pretend she didn’t see anything. Judging from the conversation it seemed like she would soon let go of the magic that seemed to stop her time as she didn’t use it with malicious intent. Okay she should just go back and sleep. He was just taking a step back.
“Wow it’s really sad. “How did I raise you?”
Turning her head she sobbed and Ronan’s eyes accidentally met. For a moment Ronan’s heart sank to her navel. He made a decision with superhuman speed and stopped moving. Her performance was such that anyone would mistake her for a stuffed animal or a stone statue but she had already seen Ronan move.
“…you. “Aren’t you under a spell?”
“yes?! “Mom what is that…!”
Itar Gand hearing her lady’s words was astonished. Until then Ronan had been desperately implying that he was a statue. A woman slowly approached and stopped in front of Ronan. A voice with a completely different feel from before came out from between her open mouth.
【Hello.】
“…hello. Mr. Navardose.”
Ronan squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth. When she confirmed that the magic had not worked Navarre’s face hardened fiercely. Itargand’s horrified cry rang out in the silence.
