I Alone Am an EX-Class Summoner - Chapter 165
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I Am Alone EX-Grade Summoner Episode 165
Champion (2)
Back to the training ground.
“….”
Eila, who had come running breathlessly, was startled and panting heavily.
‘How…?’
How on earth did they know?
Honestly speaking, she had been confident that no one would notice her.
She had used stealth footwork so secretive that it could even hide from the persistent gazes of demons.
‘There definitely weren’t any mistakes.’
The man called Hunkyo.
His gaze had clearly reached her.
Aso.
That girl’s wooden sword had flown accurately toward her.
“Haa.”
Were these truly the ones mentioned in the oracle?
They seemed to be no ordinary people.
‘Moreover.’
For about 30 seconds.
She had been able to watch the swordsmanship they were practicing.
‘It was a first.’
Eila had never seen anything like it in her lifetime.
Such domineering yet beautiful swordsmanship.
What would happen if she fought against them?
Honestly, she didn’t know.
She had confidence in herself, but she didn’t think it would be easy.
Whirr!
Eila spun her spear again and let it hang down.
Swoosh, swish!
Then she swung the spear.
‘I too.’
Must become stronger.
I wish I could become stronger.
Whiiing!
She scattered her spear strikes.
In her mind, she thought about the swordsmanship she had seen then.
– Master.
“Hm?”
– I’ve confirmed that woman called the Champion.
“Really? How was she?”
– She feels like she’s hit a wall.
“…A wall.”
Hmm.
Baek Jin-woo stroked his chin.
He had sent Hunkyo to tail Eila.
Whether Hunkyo had some stealth-specialized summoned creature’s ability in his head, he had somehow managed to follow her without being noticed.
– Yes, she is currently trying to execute combat as efficiently as a perfect machine. Sometimes intuition must also be valued for one to reach that level, but she seems to be consciously excluding it.
Intuition.
Something that Baek Jin-woo and Aso had in abundance.
“Wow.”
Baek Jin-woo was impressed.
“You can figure all that out just by watching from a distance?”
– Training is my specialty. Paladins are no exception.
The problem is she’s not just any paladin!
She’s an S-rank summoned creature!
“Then, if you were to train her?”
– Naturally, I could draw out her subconscious.
“Oh.”
That’s a novel method.
When he climbed the 54th floor before, he couldn’t do this because Hunkyo wasn’t there….
Could there be this kind of route too?
A method of training the Champion and Captain to make them stronger, then defeating Asmodeus more easily.
‘If this is possible, I absolutely must do it.’
The Tower of Trials is directly connected to life and death.
During Battle of Summoners, there were multiple coins and continuous challenges were possible after defeat….
But now it’s completely one coin only.
When failure means death, there was no reason to be picky about means and methods.
The problem is.
How to lure that Champion girl….
Well.
Persuading those guys might be easier than expected.
Originally, when you say Paladin, aren’t they all like ignorant berserkers…?
The next day.
‘Hm?’
Eila, who was swinging her spear, sensed someone’s presence nearby.
‘…That man from before?’
Whirl!
She retrieved the spear she was thrusting and stood it upright.
Then she quickly turned her head.
Before her eyes were Hunkyo and Baek Jin-woo.
“Didn’t I say that secretly watching someone’s training is impolite?”
Eila twitched her eyebrows, expressing her displeasure.
But Baek Jin-woo didn’t react seriously.
He just responded lightly.
“I wasn’t watching your training. I just want to help.”
“….”
Eila made a wary expression.
Smirk.
Baek Jin-woo smiled.
“Weren’t you preparing to fight Asmodeus? If you’re desperate…. This isn’t the time to be stubborn with pointless pride, is it?”
Swish.
Eila’s eyes sharpened.
“Help? What kind of help could you possibly give?”
“Well. With that attitude, no matter how good the help is, it would be useless. Originally, no matter how good a teacher teaches for a hundred days, it’s useless if the student lacks the will.”
At his sly smile, Eila gripped her spear tightly.
Hehe.
Look at this girl.
Getting riled up over something like this?
“Why. Want to have a fight? I’m fine with it. I was more curious about you than the Captain.”
“…I have no intention.”
A Champion is a paladin who knows how to control their emotions.
They never fight without the King’s command, and while currently making efforts in various ways to recover their strength, they couldn’t create another injured person.
“Well, then do as you wish. If you change your mind, come find me anytime. I’ll welcome you.”
Step, step.
Baek Jin-woo nodded his head, turned his back, and walked away.
I thought all paladins were berserkers, but they’re better at controlling their emotions than I expected?
‘Then there’s no need to provoke them further.’
First, keep some distance and occasionally show his face to lower their guard.
After that?
He had to make them come to him directly.
There was no kindness in his dictionary of setting the table and spoon-feeding someone.
If you want to pluck sweet fruit?
You have to make the effort yourself.
“….”
Eila narrowed her eyes as she watched Baek Jin-woo, who had disappeared at some point.
Help.
And pride.
Honestly speaking, those were words that stabbed at her heart.
The first reality check she’d ever received in her life!
‘Let’s just train.’
Whoosh!
She deployed her spear techniques again.
Whooooom!
Tremendous divine power burst forth from the pure white spear, soon scattering in all directions as if to purify everything.
The next day again.
Baek Jin-woo walking step by step from far away.
“….”
Eila, who was polishing her spear, glanced at him with her lips pressed together.
Nod.
Baek Jin-woo turned his head, and Eila ignored that gaze.
So he disappeared with a whoosh again.
The third day.
Divine power was still coming out sufficiently, but the spear felt like it was breaking intermittently.
Today too, that man came briefly and left just like that.
Haa.
Eila let out a short breath.
‘I miss my master.’
The previous Champion, Raphael Darius.
Called the Spear of Light of his generation, he remained a legend of Lumentia.
Would things have been different if he were by her side?
Of course, he had quietly spent his final years during the continental peace period before passing away.
He was someone who couldn’t be here.
The first week.
Tremble tremble.
Eila’s hands shook.
She should be improving the more she trained, but somehow it felt like things were getting more strangely tangled.
Like the feeling of floundering in the sea without a lighthouse to guide the way?
Swish, swoosh!
Indeed.
Could this even be called spear techniques?
Just in case, she went to find the Paladin Captain.
Arno Villian.
“…Indeed strong, Champion.”
He was completely defeated by Eila.
She was definitely strong.
But she had no idea what the problem was.
On the tenth day.
Swish, swish swish!
As she was diligently swinging her spear, to her ears.
– Don’t deceive your emotions.
Someone’s voice reached her.
Startled.
Eila’s body trembled.
Had she been too immersed in what she was doing?
She hadn’t sensed any presence at all….
When she came to her senses, the man called Hunkyo was nearby.
– Using sacred power only for purification purposes is amateur.
– Start by putting your will into that power. Only then can you transcend your current level.
Hunkyo threw out just a few words and disappeared without even listening to a response.
“…!”
She should have been indignant at such tremendous rudeness.
Was it because she had been too frustrated all this time?
Rather than her pride being hurt, her curiosity was greater.
‘Put my will into it?’
Hmm.
What does that even mean.
Wasn’t that exactly the foolish thing to do.
Divine power is the will of God.
We are holy knights.
Those who serve God’s will.
‘My will doesn’t matter.’
Grind.
Eila gritted her teeth and swung her spear again.
Her stubbornness was stronger than expected.
And on the second week.
“His Majesty the King has completed preparations for battle!”
They received word from a priest.
“Oh, finally!”
“Are we starting?”
Baek Jin-woo and Rachel stood up as if they had been waiting.
55th floor, 56th floor, 57th floor.
Conquering three major strongholds located throughout the continent.
He was sick of training now.
He wanted to finish quickly and climb the tower.
He wanted to clash with Asmodeus or whatever quickly.
Only then would he know whether he could go to the 61st floor or return home.
He missed Yu Ji-a too, and longed for his fluffy luxury bed.
“Let’s finish this quickly.”
Baek Jin-woo stretched and thought.
‘Eila.’
That woman, really.
She’s incredibly stubborn.
I just gave up.
Decided not to teach her.
Let her live with her own stubbornness.
‘Asmodeus?’
I’ll just beat him down with our Pokryong!
Iron Bear Headquarters.
“Rachel has disappeared.”
Those were the first words from Glushakov, who had returned after a whole month.
“What?”
One of the Five Emperors.
Moscow Man, Beskof, rose from his seat.
His fists were clenched tight with force.
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, no matter how much we try to hide it, some things can’t be concealed. She hasn’t shown herself for over two months now, and her last known destination was the Tower of Trials.”
“…The Tower of Trials.”
Could it be…?
That Rachel couldn’t clear the 51st floor?
Or perhaps…
From challenging repeatedly?
“Internal sources are considering the possibility that Rachel has died. With quite high probability, at that.”
“Hah.”
Rachel is dead?
Beskof smiled bitterly.
Still.
She was someone he’d known for a long time, so hearing that she might be dead didn’t feel particularly good.
‘But.’
There were good aspects too.
He’d had quite frequent conflicts of opinion with her, and since her social standing was higher… he hadn’t been able to raise his voice much.
Moscow Man had always kept that resentment in his heart.
“And… there’s a high probability that Korea’s Baek Jin-woo has also disappeared.”
“What?”
Beskof’s pupils dilated.
This time he was a bit more shocked.
Rachel not being able to come out was somewhat incomprehensible, but let’s say it could happen.
Jinugod?
The idea that such a being couldn’t clear somewhere…
He couldn’t even imagine it.
A monster among monsters.
That was also why Beskof had always been wary of Jinugod.
If he was around.
It would become difficult to control this world as he pleased.
“And judging by Olivia’s frequent visits to Korea, there seems to have been some kind of connection. From what I can deduce, the two of them…”
Glushakov paused for a moment, then continued.
“With high probability, they seem unable to come out of the Tower of Trials.”
“…!”
Beskof’s expression became serious.
If those words were true.
The Tower of Trials might have changed drastically from what we know.
Rachel, Jinugod.
Neither of them were people who should fall on the 50th floors.
Especially with the combat power they’d shown in the League.
“Do you know how long they’ve been inside?”
“It’s not exact, but… I estimate it’s been over two months.”
He’s certainly a capable guy.
Breaking through security wouldn’t have been that easy, yet he managed to find out such specific details.
‘Probably.’
Beskof thought.
‘From the point when she stopped responding to messages.’
At least Rachel must have been unable to come out since then.
Perhaps.
She might have died inside.
Unless she’d brought truckloads of emergency rations, survival would be even more difficult.
“For now.”
Beskof sat back down.
“Watch for one more month.”
No need to be hasty.
Isn’t there a saying about testing even stone bridges before crossing?
If those two don’t return even by then?
‘Then…’
Now he couldn’t yield either.
Just as she had ruled like a dictator for the past four years as she pleased, he too had the freedom to dream of his own world.
Because.
He had the power.
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