Legendary Hero is an Academy Honors Student - Chapter 293

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293

In the center of the training ground.

Three girls were standing.

One of them.

Ar was twitching her ears, unable to contain her excitement.

‘I can learn aura skills directly from Lord Arron!’

What a great honor this was!

While Ar’s blue eyes sparkled brightly for a while.

Eiran kept glancing- glancing- at Berkia standing beside her.

‘To, to be able to learn together with our ancestor.’

Fairy Knight Berkia.

A great hero who led the elf race after the Age of Calamity ended.

As a disciple of Progenitor of the Starry Skies Luna, she was the guardian of elves until the day her life ended.

That’s why Eiran loved Berkia’s heroic tales as much as Luna’s.

Not simply because she was an ancestor of her family and a great hero.

Berkia in the stories was always dignified.

As a disciple of the Great Heroes, she always did her best not to tarnish their names.

For Eiran, who had been timid since childhood, she couldn’t help but be captivated by those stories.

To be able to learn martial arts from Great Hero Arron together with such a hero.

‘Wow! I’m trembling!’

It was when Eiran was making a nervous expression.

“Why do you keep glancing at me like that?”

Berkia looked at Eiran and asked.

“What? Oh, no! I mean! That! That!”

Eiran, who was flustered while looking at the slightly sharp eyes, soon bowed her head deeply and said with a reddened face.

“Be, because you’re beautiful.”

Berkia, who had been staring at Eiran speaking in a crawling voice, said.

“You’re pretty enough yourself, aren’t you?”

“Re, really?”

Berkia looked at Eiran, who was genuinely happy, with suspicious eyes.

Even under Berkia’s gaze, Eiran only smiled innocently.

Swish-! Berkia approached Ar.

“Hey. Isn’t she a bit strange?”

“She looks normal to me.”

“That’s normal?”

Berkia narrowed her eyes.

“The way she looks at me is too wistful and passionate, isn’t it? She’s not fallen for me, is she? That would be troublesome.”

“I don’t know Eiran’s preferences either, but being wistful and passionate seems normal.”

It was when Berkia was looking at Ar with strange eyes.

“Sorry for being late.”

Arron appeared in the training ground.

“Lord Arron!”

“Hieek?”

Like an excited cat, Ar rushed at Arron.

“You’re cool! I respect you!”

“St, stay away!”

Ar chasing after Arron who was running away in terror.

Watching that scene, Berkia fell into serious contemplation.

‘Are these kids perverts?’

Arron took a deep breath while looking at the three girls standing before him.

Ar’s passionate appearance with her eyes sparkling to an uncomfortably burdensome degree was a bit scary.

But Arron also had something he was curious about regarding Ar.

“Um… you.”

“Yes!”

“You said you can transform freely, right?”

“Yes!”

Berkia’s eyes widened.

‘She can transform freely like Master Arron?’

“Can you show me once?”

“Understood!”

At Arron’s words, Ar steadied her breathing.

The reason Arron could transform freely was none other than his unique breathing.

It was a technique that stimulated the Surin blood flowing through the body through breathing to forcibly manifest transformation.

With Arron’s unique breathing, it was passed down to the Surin in later generations under the name [Hero’s Breath].

However, they couldn’t replicate Arron’s unique breathing wavelength, so transformation still couldn’t be achieved.

During the entrance exam, Ar.

By conquering Arron’s World together with Leo, she obtained Arron’s breathing as a conquest reward and gained transformation ability.

‘It’s my breathing.’

Arron’s eyes widened as he watched Ar’s breathing, which was perfectly identical to his own.

‘But she’s not properly handling the transformation ability.’

Arron, who had been watching Ar succeed in transformation, said.

“Can you also use howling?”

“Of course! Should I do it now?!”

“Wait…!”

“Grooooooooooar!”

The roar of a fierce beast echoed.

Berkia and Eiran, being elves sensitive to sound, unconsciously covered their ears.

Arron covered his face with his hands.

Ar looked up at Arron with sparkling eyes and a gaze hoping for praise.

“Ouch!”

“What do you think you’re doing.”

Berkia flicked Ar’s head with an annoyed face.

Shortly after, pale-faced people came rushing from the surroundings.

“What happened!”

“There was an ominous sound just now!”

Seeing the training ground that had instantly become chaotic, Ar shrank her neck.

“It’s nothing serious.”

Arron calmed the soldiers and sent them back.

“Yeah, I roughly understand.”

Arron nodded.

“Both transformation and howling, you can’t properly control your power.”

“What?”

Ar’s eyes widened.

She had heard similar words before.

‘The black rabbit said that to me.’

Ar’s tail swayed gently.

“How should I explain this? Let me think about it a bit more first.”

Arron, who had been thinking for a moment with his arms crossed, looked at Berkia and Eiran.

“Eiran. You seem to resemble Berkia a lot.”

“Me and her?”

“Th-that’s such an honor to hear…”

Berkia’s eyes drooped sleepily while Eiran was overjoyed and didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Yeah, it’s like Berkia and you are blood relatives.”

At Arron’s words, Ar and Eiran flinched and trembled.

“I-in what way?”

“You smell exactly the same.”

‘As expected of Lord Arron.’

‘So perceptive!’

If the fact that Eiran was possibly Berkia’s descendant was discovered, the strategy would fail.

It was when Ar and Eiran wore tense expressions.

“So. If you two spar with each other, wouldn’t there be things you could learn from one another?”

“That would be good.”

Berkia nodded and drew his sword.

“Draw your sword. Fight me.”

“It-it’s an honor.”

Arga’s eyes sparkled.

“Lord Arron! Do I fight those two people as well?”

“No.”

Arron shook his head.

“First, try kneeling down.”

Thud-!

Arga quickly knelt down in front of Arron.

“Try closing your eyes.”

Arga closed her eyes.

“Concentrate your mind and don’t move for a long while.”

“What effect does this training have?”

“Mental cultivation.”

“I see! To not be swayed by power, I definitely need to improve my concentration!”

‘If she calms down, she won’t attack me anymore.’

Ar didn’t know.

The fact that the hero Arron she respected was genuinely afraid of her.

***

Runia looked at Katariou in front of her with a tense expression.

Fiora was beside her, pecking at the chocolate Runia had given her.

Katariou looked at Runia with an indifferent face.

“What do you think is the essence of flame?”

At Katariou’s question, Runia answered.

“I think it’s immortality.”

At those words, Katariou chuckled.

“The reason?”

“Because the Phoenix’s flame burns eternally.”

“Yes. That’s an answer befitting an elf who handles the Phoenix’s flame.”

Katariou rested his chin on his hand.

“But you’re wrong. The essence of flame is destruction.”

Katariou’s eyes turned coldly downward.

Runia flinched and trembled.

“Even the Phoenix eventually meets extinction. It means even the flames we breathe aren’t perfect.”

Whoosh-

White flames rose in Katariou’s hand.

“Even my flames as the Phoenix King cannot burn for eternity. Because I’m not an immortal being.”

When Katariou clenched his fist, the flames scattered.

“Ah, of course there are flames that truly never go out.”

Katariou smiled seductively and spoke in a small voice.

“The hateful Calamity flames that burn the world.”

Runia’s face turned pale.

Seeing that, Katariou grinned.

“You’ve seen them, haven’t you?”

It was impossible to forget even if she tried.

The primordial evil that brought overwhelming despair with just a small fragment.

Katariou smiled deeply at Runia.

“The hateful black flames that even the white flames of the Phoenix King, called [Yeonje] for generations, could barely hold back. Flames that burn even those flames that burn the world. That’s why the essence of fire is destruction.”

“Yeon… je?”

“Hm? The fact that the Phoenix King’s epithet is [Yeonje] is a very famous story, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes, it is.”

It wasn’t a famous story in Runia’s era.

The Phoenix King’s bloodline disappeared at the end of the Age of Calamity.

The reason Runia was surprised was simple.

[Yeonje].

It was the exact same name as Luna’s magic that Leo had told Runia about, which ultimately failed to be completed.

“Of course, that perverted old man rambles about how the essence of fire is creation and such.”

Golden flames bloomed in Katariou’s hand.

“What’s that?”

“It’s Dweno’s flame. That old man said he’d teach you the essence of flame, right?”

Katariou curled up the corners of his mouth.

“That means he’ll give you his flame.”

“Give me… his flame? Is that possible?”

“Yeah. It’s possible if you have flames equal to mine or the Great Spirit of Fire.”

At those words, Runia’s eyes widened.

In other words, Dweno’s flame was on the same level as the Phoenix King and the Great Spirit of Fire.

“Flames burn more fiercely when they devour flames stronger than themselves.”

‘I… Dweno’s flame…’

Katariou chuckled.

“Well, I think it’s absolutely impossible for you to devour Dweno’s flame.”

“Why is that?”

“Because Dweno’s flame is special.”

Katariou brought the essence of flame that Dweno had entrusted to him to eye level.

“Dweno’s flame burns longer than the flames of the Phoenix King or the Great Spirit of Fire.”

Runia gulped down dry saliva.

“If you carelessly consume it, you’ll be in trouble. You won’t die, but it’ll hurt enough to make you wish you were dead. How about it? Want to swallow it?”

Runia took a deep breath.

“You’re saying I won’t die, right?”

Runia grinned.

“Then what’s the problem.”

“How brave.”

Katariou threw the golden flame to Runia with an indifferent face.

Runia panicked when she caught it.

Watching that, Katariou rested his chin on his hand and smiled.

“Swallow it.”

At Katariou’s words, Runia squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed Dweno’s flame with her mouth.

“Hnngh?”

Runia fell to her knees as a burning sensation spread throughout her body.

Katariou, who had been coldly watching Runia writhe in pain, gestured toward the flustered Fiora.

“You, come here.”

Peep?

Fiora rolled tumbling over to Katariou.

“That appearance is certainly cute.”

Peep! Peep!

Fiora rolled around happily.

“But you’re definitely damaging the dignity of the Phoenix.”

Fiora’s movement stopped abruptly.

Whoosh-!

The chocolate Fiora had been eating burned away without a trace.

Katariou stood up from her seat.

“Beautiful flames come from a healthy mind and healthy body. So it’s diet time.”

Katariou made a wicked expression and raised her leg.

Whoosh-!

A kick flew toward Fiora as if kicking a ball.

Peeeeeeep~

Fiora started running away in terror.

“If you don’t run fast, I’ll kick you! Kyahahaha!”

Katariou chased after Fiora, laughing like an evil witch.

A scene of hell unfolded in Dweno’s Workshop Courtyard.

Cal, who was watching the scene through the window, made a disgusted expression.

“Is it okay for her to do that?”

“Leave them be.”

Dweno took out a book from his study.

“Alchemy requires individual effort. This is an alchemy book I recorded.”

“C-can I really receive something like this?”

“Normally you couldn’t. But what does it matter.”

“Pardon?”

“Just read it. If you can understand even a little, then it’s yours.”

Dweno chuckled and patted Cal’s shoulder.

“Even if everything else is hopeless, you seem to have definite talent for alchemy, so give it a try.”

“…It’s sad that it doesn’t sound like a compliment.”

Cal smiled sadly.

A moment later.

The door opened and Driana entered.

“Master Dweno! Here it is! A sculpture I carved with all my heart and soul!”

“…”

Dweno received the sculpture Driana handed him.

“It’s original.”

“Yes! As an artist, I think originality is important…”

“Was it Cal?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think this is?”

“A work of art.”

“Ahem.”

Driana puffed out her chest proudly.

Dweno’s face became utterly cold.

“Tell the truth.”

“…Trash.”

As soon as Cal finished speaking, Dweno threw Driana’s sculpture straight at the wall.

Splat-!

The sound of clay being smashed echoed.

“Was it Driana? You dream of being an artist?”

“Yes? Yes, yes!”

“Give it up.”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t desecrate beauty! You damn brat!!”

“Hiiiiiik!”

“You gave up the path of blacksmithing because you thought you couldn’t catch up to me as a blacksmith? With such rotten spirit, you thought you could become an artist who expresses beauty! That trash is art? Is art a joke! Are you mocking beauty!”

Dweno grabbed Driana by the collar with his rough hands and shook her.

Cal fled to a corner at that murderous momentum.

Dweno dragged Driana to one side of the workshop and forcibly stood her in front of the furnace.

“Pick up the ore! Make a weapon!”

“What? But I’ve only made knockoffs of your weapons for years?”

“Rather than making that trash and wasting materials, make knockoffs instead! Weapons! So what if they’re knockoffs! As long as they can cut and beat enemies! As long as they can block enemy attacks!”

“B-but… weapons are also works of art, so how can you make weapons with such an attitude…”

“Why would weapons be works of art! Weapons just need to be able to crack enemies’ heads! How dare you put weapons and art on the same level! You uneducated fool!”

“Hiiiik!”

Driana was terrified by Dweno’s fierce momentum as he genuinely regarded weapons as lower than art.

Cal, watching from the corner, muttered to himself.

‘No… Master Dweno shouldn’t be saying such things!’

Cal couldn’t help but receive a cultural shock at Dweno’s attitude of treating the great weapons that future generations would praise as divine artifacts as nothing more than tools for dealing with enemies.

“Grab the hammer! Strike the weapon! Someone like you doing art is something I can’t tolerate even if dirt gets in my eyes! If you go around spouting nonsense about being an artist, I’ll cut your throat!”

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