Helmut: The Forsaken Child Chapter 215

# 215

Helmut

Episode 215

“No.”

Helmut flatly refused. Area had made a similar offer before. Even then Helmut refused.

It was a rejection that even I couldn’t explain. It is natural that it is advantageous to obtain information in advance.

“okay.”

Regardless of Helmut’s intention, Area nodded willingly.

But she had other thoughts in her mind.

‘Still, I’ll have to do some research.’

It wasn’t like there wasn’t anything left to guess. Helmut had to prepare himself for the immediate situation. Because we are already in the same boat.

At first, Alea’s voice became softer.

“I’m sure you’re sure she’s part of your family. “When I see you talking without hesitation without even listening to me.”

The tone of his speech was soft, yet sharp, as if he was carrying a dagger. Helmut paused for a moment.

“…I’m sure. “I’m not ignoring what you said.”

“okay? I guess so. “I will believe it.”

For some reason, the way he said ‘I’ll believe it’ sounded eerie.

“Then rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The connection was cut off with a crisp voice. Helmut’s training soon came to an end. While holding onto an unknown feeling of discomfort.

*

After arriving at the village and settling into the inn, Leon hurried away.

Because I wanted to quickly take care of that arrogant bastard. Charlotte and Helmut seemed to have become a bit closer because of what they talked about at the water that day.

I couldn’t help but find it so annoying to see them chatting so often.

‘There’s no way Charlotte would end up with a commoner.’

If you are a commoner who can rise in status, you can become a nobleman.

But that’s just a story about a low-class noble. A nobleman recognizes a nobleman.

In Leon’s opinion, Charlotte was not of a status worthy of being associated with a commoner.

I’m not the type to play with fire, so it won’t progress any further. I knew it in my head. But it bothered my heart.

Leon immediately went to see instructor Alan.

“Instructor, I have something to tell you.”

“What’s going on?”

“There’s still a long way to go to Linosa, so I’d like to spar.”

Instructor Alan immediately saw what he meant.

“Do you want to spar with Helmut?”

“Yes, it is. He has excellent skills. This sparring will be mutually beneficial.”

Instructor Alan hesitated.

It’s not for any other reason. Leon cannot defeat Helmut. If he loses in front of everyone, Leon will suffer a blow to his pride.

He is the representative of the upper class of Greta Academy. Instructor Alan knew that he was superior to Nils.

‘If Leon gets hit, will he recover easily?’

The third-year senior lost confidence after losing to Helmut, so he lost to Charlotte, who was inferior in skill to him.

If you lose confidence in your skills, it will immediately show up on your sword.

It would be difficult if the representative of Greta Academy was intimidated from the upcoming sword fighting competition and was eliminated early.

However, for that reason, I couldn’t just stop them from having a formal sparring match.

Instructor Alan frowned.

“I would like you to spar with the real sword.”

There was blatant hostility in Leon’s voice. I had no intention of pretending it was a mistake and killing him. Because he has no intention of falling into the eyes of the instructor. If you just want to show an example, Jingeom would be more effective.

Instructor Alan immediately nodded.

“good night. “As long as it is in an appropriate location and under the supervision of an instructor.”

“I’m sure it will happen.”

Helmut agreed and soon the place was set up. Helmut and Leon stood in the clearing facing each other.

Mercenaries often stay at the inn. Because of this, any large-scale inn had an empty space similar to a training ground.

Leon felt an unknown feeling as he looked into Helmut’s pitch black eyes.

Helmut was quiet until he was dragged out to this place.

Although he shouted loudly, it was a surprising reaction to Leon, who thought Helmut was afraid.

‘what? ‘Why is this kid so calm?’

Beyond the feeling that he might not be able to win easily, Leon was belatedly overcome with an unexplainable feeling of anxiety.

But Leon quickly shook off his anxiety. My pride won’t allow me to step away from here.

Leon’s sword never betrayed him. I have rarely lost to my peers. For him, winning was a habit.

‘I win this time too.’

And I will bring that unlucky guy to his knees. As a representative of Greta Academy’s swordsmanship department!

‘As expected… the result is obvious. ‘I can’t help it.’

Instructor Patricia crossed her arms and asked, wondering if the sparring would have much meaning.

“Would you like to spar with Charlotte and Nils?”

“I would be honored if you give me the opportunity.”

Charlotte answered stiffly. Nils shook his head.

“There is a big difference in physique, so it won’t help each other in the competition.”

Nils had a troubled face. Charlotte was a tiny girl who was only half the size of Nils.

Although she was bigger and more disciplined than girls her age, she had a physique that would have been considered dwarfed in the swordsmanship department.

Nils, who is strong and healthy, is worried that he might get cut in the wrong place while fighting.

Charlotte pronounced it emphatically.

“Still, please.”

“Charlotte asked me to give it a try.”

“If that’s the case. First of all, I want to watch Helmut and Leon spar.”

Nils reluctantly agreed.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Leon and Helmut standing face to face.

Neither of them had drawn their swords yet. Helmut put his hand on his waist.

The handle of the sword fits into my hand as if it were aligned. I have already swung this sword countless times and cut down enemies.

Being unable to cut properly while using a true sword is even stranger to Helmut.

“It is okay to use vis, but it should not be used for more than strengthening the body.”

Instructor Alan meticulously set restrictions. Both people nodded.

“Of course.”

‘I hope we get started soon.’

Leon grabbed the sword and flicked his fingertips. I felt anxious for no reason.

Helmut, on the other hand, was calm. He didn’t care what Leon was thinking.

Because the result is fixed.

Helmut caught his breath. Instructor Alan, who was in charge of refereeing, raised his hand.

“start!”

With a shout, the hand fell straight toward the floor.

At the same time, Helmut moved. The movement was so smooth that it seemed as if there was no air resistance.

Leon’s sword was also drawn. But his sword did nothing.

Whoosh! A flash of light accompanied a chilling noise before my eyes.

Light first, then sound.

A white trail split the air. Leon saw the trajectory.

But the moment I recognized it, everything was over. It was as if an invisible light had passed through my entire body.

My vision was obscured. By a thin thread that emits a very sharp light.

Leon realized the identity of the thing that had stopped in front of him. It was the tip of a sharp, shining sword.

The sword stopped in front of him with a gap as wide as a needle! As if my eyes would be pierced at any moment!

Leon’s sword couldn’t even move towards the air.

My mouth was frozen. My legs were shaking. The fear that engulfed me in an instant. The stabbing murderous intent that aroused him.

The door of death was gaping right in front of me. Leon realized.

‘I really meant to kill him.’

The killing intent was a merciless sword. The sword has no heart. Helmut’s murderous intent did not contain the slightest hesitation.

The reason he stopped is because the rule is that you cannot kill.

And it was also simply because the instructors were watching.

Goosebumps arose all over my body. I was mesmerized by the inhumane cruelty, as if I had witnessed the true face of a person who had committed countless murders.

Although Leon was the top 4th year student at Greta Academy’s swordsmanship department, he did not have much practical experience.

The killing intent that could only be seen from a knight on the battlefield overwhelmed him in an instant.

‘What… what kind of guy!’

I felt like I had touched something that shouldn’t have been touched.

As if I had caught a glimpse of the teeth of an animal hidden in a face that should naturally be human.

Helmut asked with an expressionless face as he looked at Leon, whose face had bleached white.

“Shall we do it again?”

But no answer came back.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

Helmut changed his tone. Actually, I was slightly regretting it.

Because I finished it too quickly.

The goal was to make your whole body covered in scars. He did something that was too weak to be considered a threat.

Without realizing it, I was completely immersed and pulled out my sword. I had no intention of showing that I could finish off a guy with Leon’s level of skill with one sword.

The sword with all its might stopped just before it pierced him.

What was more surprising was that it stopped. Because Helmut’s murderous instinct took over.

I was completely oblivious to the two instructors and professors watching.

Immersion in the sword leads to murder. Helmut knew that it was the ferocity latent in him.

I cannot say for certain that it is the influence of the sprout of darkness.

But a glimmer of consciousness stopped him. Helmut breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Have I gained enough human consciousness to stop my instincts?’

If so, that’s a relief. Is it because I held a real sword? At one point, I was so absorbed that I couldn’t control it.

The intense and combative combat experience attracted him.

As if I was already used to it. To eliminate the enemy most efficiently and quickly. And so in an uncontrollable direction.

“It would be best to stop here.”

Instructor Alan stopped him. Leon left with a white face.

It was because I could not bear the humiliation that came to me too late.

Professor Luxen, standing next to him, tilted his head.

‘Something is strange. ‘That boy.’

His answer sheet was impressive. That’s why he’s a student I kept an eye on.

But beyond that, there’s something… I feel somehow different from ordinary boys.

As if some part of the human being is lacking.

And because of that, it seems as if something else has been sharpened.

‘Extraordinary talent sometimes gives humans inhumanity. But…’

The boy named Helmut has a unique aspect. That uniqueness aroused the wizard’s curiosity.

Professor Luxen’s eyes lit up.

‘I’ll have to watch.’

Nils and Charlotte, who had been watching with admiring eyes, took their turn and settled down to spar.

Helmut relaxed his nerves and sat to one side.

Instructor Patricia came over and spoke to me.

“Great. “It looks like you’ve grown once again.”

Clearly, Helmut was at a level that Instructor Patricia could not measure.

However, the instructor’s eyes can see through something beyond the realm.

Helmut nodded.

“yes.”

“Isn’t it good to expect you to win this swordsmanship competition? I hope you don’t hate Leon too much. “He would know now.”

Why is the instructors’ attitude different only to Helmut? Helmut responded briefly.

“That won’t happen.”

Is it possible to hate him? It’s just trivial. Weak things are that way.

I felt a sharp murderous intent in the thoughts that seeped into me like ridicule.

Helmut was startled. It felt strange somehow. As if some invisible force was influencing him. Is it because they are heading to Linosa?

He looked at his hands. It was a strong and trembling hand. As if he couldn’t sense anything unusual.

The sparring that followed ended with Nils’ victory.