Academy’s Genius Swordmaster Chapter 288

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“Let’s go quickly. “Then while saving my daughter you will also save the world.”

The savior who left those words began to stride into Dainhar. The steps without any hesitation were impressive. Ronan who was dumbfounded followed him.

“Oh let’s go together.”

“I have no intention of wasting time so hurry up. “Hey where was the road to the bridge?”

“Ha bridge? “What is that?”

Dreaming Thunder was taken aback by the sudden question. The savior explained step by step the place called ‘bridge’.

“It’s a very wide and flat space. It’s all white and has mechanical devices… Oh yeah. “There is such a large crystal.”

The Savior spread his arms and made a circle. In an instant a certain place passed through Ronan and Thunder’s minds. Unless my memory is distorted I have definitely been there before. Thunder who succeeded in guessing snapped his fingers.

“Aha you mean the heart of the ruins? “If it’s there I know!”

In the past this was the place where Ronan had a decisive battle with Terranil the leader of the Nebula Clage. The shock waves and sparks that tore through the ground and the bloody smell of the massacred natives were still vivid. The savior hesitated.

“The heart…yeah. It’s not wrong. “Can you guide me there?”

“Ha but it’s a sacred place. “If you’re not from our tribe you can’t enter…”

Dreaming thunder dragged the horse’s tail. And then he fidgeted and looked at Ronan’s eyes. The question was whether the savior was trustworthy.

Come to think of it it was a place called a sacred place or something. The road to get there was also shit. Ronan who was thinking nodded his head.

“He’s someone you can trust. “I guarantee it.”

“Okay then. “I will take you there!”

As soon as Ronan’s assurance fell Thunder’s face brightened. The trust in Ronan could be seen in the fact that he never asked why he was heading to the Holy Land. Thunder took the lead and walked forward.

Ronan and the Saviors followed the thunder and moved into Dainhar. Since the surrounding area was made up of rocky mountains sand and metallic rocks I had to raise my head and look up at the sky to feel at least a little refreshed.

The night air was still cold. Perhaps because it is a desert with no artificial light the night sky was unusually beautiful. Ronan was walking while looking at the colorful burning nebula.

“Where are you going at this time? “Thunder.”

“ok?”

Suddenly a familiar voice came from the front. The three people shifted their gaze at the same time. There was a big bulky native man standing there. Thunder’s eyes opened wide.

“Wow brother?!”

“you….”

Ronan was equally surprised. Like the thunder it was an angry gust of wind natives with whom I had formed a bond in Dainhar. He made eye contact with Ronan and greeted him first.

“Ronan. “It’s been a while.”

“I know.”

The angry gust of wind had a colorful hat on its head. As expected it seemed like he had been crowned as the new chieftain. He approached with great strides and held hands with Ronan.

“I was a little worried because there was no news for three years. “I’m glad you look healthy.”

“Do you think it’s as good as you?”

Ronan who saw the body of the gust stuck out his tongue. It looked like a statue carved out of obsidian not a human being. He said that he noticed the presence of Ronan and the Saviors the moment they entered Dainhar. After saying hello the gust of wind opened its mouth.

“I only heard the story roughly. “Are you trying to go to the heart of Dainhar?”

“ok. that’s right.”

“Then I will guide you. Thunder is still immature so it would be impossible to go alone.”

Angry Gale like his brother did not ask Ronan why he was heading to the Holy Land. The favor he had received from Ronan and Schlieffen in the past was engraved in his bones. Dreaming Thunder next to him jumped up from his spot.

“older brother! What does that mean? “I can do it right too!”

“So did you break your limbs last time you went there? “If it weren’t for me you would have been crippled.”

“Ugh that’s….”

“No you two should go together.”

The native brothers were in the middle of an argument. A savior suddenly intervened and tapped the two people on the shoulders. He looked back at Ronan and continued.

“If this guy faints I need someone to move him or wake him up for me. It’s so big. And Raging Storm you are the chief aren’t you?”

“fainting? Move it? This is it for now. “I am the chief.”

“Then you should go further together. “I’ll go and tell you the details so let’s leave.”

The savior who said so grabbed the angry gust of wind’s wrist. It was a gust of wind with one more head than him but he was helplessly dragged by the savior and led the way.

“her.”

Ronan laughed as if he were dumbfounded. The level of shamelessness was astounding. Suddenly Thunder who was looking at Ronan and the Savior alternately clapped his hands.

“Ah if you look closely that person resembles Ronan. “Except for the hair color they are identical!”

“That’s because he’s my father.”

“father? Did Ronan have a father too?! “Then do you have a mother too?”

Dreaming Thunder asked with wide eyes. Even if I were a woman I would be less surprised than that. Ronan asked rolling his eyes.

“Yumma. What does that mean? “Are you saying my physiognomy was born like an orphan?”

“Don’t be angry. Ronan was so strong that I honestly thought you were a monster. “I’m glad you’re human like us.”

“I’m kidding. But we don’t have both.”

Dreaming Thunder said in confusion. Of course it was a joke so Ronan reassured him with a moderate chuckle. However the saying that they are human like us bothered me a little.

‘Am I actually human?’

Ronan twisted his lips remembering the moment he drank the giant’s blood. It occurred to me that maybe he would live a life close to eternity like the Savior or Abel. He fell into introspective worry and fell asleep.

“Uhm… I kind of don’t like that.”

“She’s angry too.”

Thunder shrugged his shoulders. Anyway the four headed to the heart of Dainhar. There were more natives I wanted to say hello to but due to the situation I decided to put it off until later.

“Be careful. “If you fall into red water you won’t even be able to find your bones.”

“So that’s called lava. “You stone head.”

The four people climbed up the cliff crossed the river of lava using stepping stones and finally reached the long long hallway that led to the heart. match! The savior who was looking down the dark hallway clapped his hands.

“okay. I remember now. “The bridge was just past here.”

“You remember things quickly.”

Ronan laughed. Anyway it was fortunate that it was the same place. There were no dangerous elements like traps here so I was able to walk comfortably. Ronan who was crouching down winked at his savior.

“I understand so let’s get on it quickly. “You have to hurry.”

Of course there was no time to relax. The savior naturally placed himself on his son’s back. At the same time Ronan’s figure shot forward. bang! The sound of the ground being pounded was heard and at the same time the bewildered cries of the native brothers were heard.

“Ro Ronan! “Let’s go together!”

“wait!”

The gap widened quickly. Either way Ronan kept running. The problem was that the passage itself was so long that even though the speed was increased there was no end.

Even though darkness and silence encouraged conversation there was no conversation between father and son. Only the sound of widely spaced footsteps echoed regularly.

Suddenly a question crossed Ronan’s mind. It was a question I had originally planned to ask my savior later when I had some free time. Thunder came to mind again because of the question I had asked a moment ago.

‘Why am I like this?’

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. I don’t know why but I had the feeling that if I didn’t ask now I would never have a chance in my life. Ronan who had been silent opened his mouth.

“Hey.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“What kind of person was your mother?”

“oh. You’re finally asking that now. “I guess you were curious too right?”

The savior smiled. He seemed to be anticipating when I would be asked as he answered as if he had been waiting. Ronan who felt hot for some reason got irritated.

“Damn wouldn’t you be curious if you were like me? “He is the one who gave birth to me.”

“You must be curious. Of course you’re curious. If you ask me what kind of person I am…hmm. She was literally like the sun. “Your mother.”

The savior said. Although he felt a little sick Ronan listened to him silently.

“Kasha was a girl who had always lived in Nimburton. Her black hair was so beautiful just like her universe. “She felt bad that Iril couldn’t get her hair but she doesn’t know how lucky she is that you did.”

As the savior said that he started playing with Ronan’s hair. The colors that resembled her night sky were unmistakably her wife’s. Ronan frowned at her.

“Can you please stop touching me?”

“It’s not like it’s worn out so what are you talking about? Anyway Kasha was a very nice woman. She wasn’t perfect but she was and that made her all the more lovable. “She was a person who was truly good to others.”

The savior’s tone brightened beyond recognition. It almost made him wonder how he had tolerated this topic for so long. Without even taking a breath he continued to recite his wife’s strengths.

“She made potato stew well she was strong for a woman and although she made many mistakes she never gave up in everything she did. But there is another crucial reason why I fell in love with Kasha. Do you know what it is?”

“It’s the face right?”

“You know me well.”

Ronan answered without any hesitation. He remembered his mother’s face which he had seen while traveling through the world of images in the past.

She looked so much like her older sister that her mother simply changed her hair and the color of her eyes. The Savior nodded solemnly.

“okay. Kasha was more beautiful than anyone else. She’s been with a lot of women for countless hours but she’s never been a match for anyone. “Her vow to never leave a trace no matter what happens turns into a complaint that is no better than shit with a single glance from her eyes.”

“…It’s nice to be honest.”

The Savior said that he had originally planned not to date a woman or have children. He said that if this fearsome ability he had was inherited something terrible could have happened.

In fact Lycoforce a special organization of Nebula Clage was created when his inferior version Abel sowed seeds or became obsessed with cloning technology.

But Kasha was too beautiful for her to make a rational decision. He was intoxicated by the first love between the sexes in his long life.

It could only be said that it was the power of love that prevented the wounds inflicted by Abel over the years. After saying a few more words the savior closed his eyes.

“Ah that enchanting night is still vivid enough to be touched. Exactly ten months later Iril was born. Your mother grabbed my wrist and said that the star-filled river was beautiful. and….”

“If you go any further out there I’ll just throw you away.”

Ronan cut off the Savior’s horse. I didn’t want to know that kind of information. If things continued like this he was going to start talking about his sister and even the anecdote about the moment he appeared in the world. Ronan who was silent for a moment smiled.

“Well thank you anyway.”

“hmm?”

“Anyway my mom was an incredibly good person. “I don’t even remember seeing her face properly so she was kind of curious.”

Ronan said. In fact he had no memory of his mother. Every year she and her sister laid flowers on the grave in a sunny spot in Nimburton.

If I hadn’t traveled through the world of images in Three Crit’s rooms in the past I wouldn’t have even known her face for the rest of my life. The Savior wrapped his hair around his index finger.

“…One of the regrets of my life was not being able to watch your mother die. Because after placing a curse on you and Iril I immediately left for the Sea of ​​the Dead. She has never felt so damned herself.”

“There was nothing we could do. “I have to live right now.”

“Thank you for saying that. The same goes for leaving you behind. Iril had a time that could at least be called a memory but Ronan I didn’t do anything for you.”

The voice was muffled. A feeling of regret was felt from the pitch of the note. He continued.

“That’s why I gave Iril a needle with my blood on it. He asked me to hand it to you on your birthday the year you become an adult. “I thought I could help but…”

“You’ve grown up?”

“Actually I just wanted to see my son grown up. “Selfish private property.”

The savior laughed self-deprecatingly. Ronan said nothing. Even though it was outrageous I thought it could be possible.

Suddenly I realized that running away from home early in my past life had really messed up a lot of things. If he had lasted until adulthood he might have found a way to destroy the giants during his remaining years. Of course it was a pointless story now.

“There is a saying that only blood can be washed away. As the saying goes I think there are wounds that only love can wash away. “Kasha and your siblings helped her forget the despair of being betrayed by Abel which seemed like it would never be erased.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“Thank you so much. “Now I’m finally saying this.”

The Savior concluded that with his final words. The conversation did not continue any longer.

“…That’s right.”

Ronan twisted her mouth. It wasn’t that I was keeping silent on purpose but I couldn’t think of a suitable answer.

It was the moment he turned the corner after leaping exactly three more times. Suddenly his vision became brighter and a familiar space unfolded before his eyes.

“Once we arrived.”