The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 150

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Chapter 150 58. Lumian Calard vs Kingdom of Cairo (2)

When Sword Master Adolf Anner first set foot in the Academy.

Lumian Calard immediately became aware of his presence.

Though he had always been perceptive, recently his senses had been approaching a divine realm beyond human limits. He was particularly sensitive to people’s emotions.

It was thanks to this that he had been able to rescue Tania when she was dragged to the Crown Prince’s house before.

The moment fear struck Tania’s heart, connected by strong bonds, he had moved with all his might toward where he felt her presence.

‘Superiority, violence, and… malice.’

Lumian’s expression hardened.

It was an aura he had felt before. Not in this life, but in his previous one. It seemed to be one of the Kingdom of Cairo’s Sword Masters.

‘Adolf Anner, was it…’

Among the people of the Kingdom of Cairo, he was particularly prideful, one who carried contempt for the weak as his default attitude.

However, what mattered now wasn’t his temperament.

What was important was why he had shown himself at the Academy.

And Lumian already roughly anticipated the reason he had come.

‘It’s related to the Crown Prince!’

That was the only possibility. Otherwise, there was no reason for Cairo’s Sword Master to appear here. Lumian’s mind became complicated.

What exactly was his purpose?

Could it be that the Crown Prince had spoken about what happened that time?

But his cleanup had been thorough. Then had he come to the Academy based on suspicion alone, without any evidence?

Or had he simply stopped by to assess the Crown Prince’s surrounding environment? Was he overreacting?

These worries continued throughout the theory class. The moment the bell rang, he shot up from his seat and went outside the building.

“Lumian! Where are you going!”

He heard Teoro’s voice from behind but ignored it.

He couldn’t bear the anxiety any longer. Forgetting even his identity as a student, he moved to meet Adolf Anner.

Then, a magical broadcast echoed throughout the campus.

-All Knight Department cadets currently in the Academy are requested to gather in the auditorium immediately. This includes cadets currently in class…

‘This crazy bastard!’

Only then did Lumian realize Adolf Anner’s intentions.

This madman, unable to obtain evidence and testimony from the Crown Prince and Guard Knights, was planning to interrogate and investigate the entire Academy.

It was absurd.

Perhaps if this were hundreds of years ago, when differences based on status and class were extreme.

But now was not the past. As more people were given opportunities and more people could display their abilities, such differences were gradually being alleviated.

To pull such a stunt using the logic of force without proper evidence, especially for a foreign noble rather than one from his own country to do such a thing, was clearly gangster behavior.

It meant he would have nothing to say even if condemned by the entire continent.

‘Kingdom of Cairo… just how far to the bottom have you fallen.’

It was regrettable. At least the Kingdom of Cairo he knew wasn’t like this.

Though they could be annoying at times, they had been reliable comrades who did their best to fight against the Demon King, the common enemy.

But not now.

The current Kingdom of Cairo was nothing more than thugs who, not content with trying to forcibly assault his beloved, were now trying to overturn Tarasan Academy, the foundation for him and his friends.

He couldn’t tolerate it.

Not as a knight, but as a man, as a human being, he couldn’t stand it.

Lumian moved his body with full force.

Whoosh!

Arriving at the auditorium in an instant, he entered.

And toward Adolf Anner, who was looking at him as if appraising him, he unleashed his aura and spoke.

“What business brings you here?”

“…”

“Answer me. What business brings a knight of the Kingdom of Cairo all the way here?”

“Huh, huhhhhh…”

Adolf Anner didn’t answer.

He couldn’t speak. Before this overwhelming presence that transcended common sense, he had become like an insect with its wings pinned by a nail.

Lumian, belatedly noticing this, moderately withdrew his aura.

Then the pressure instantly disappeared.

Adolf Anner exhaled with a gasp and stepped back, thinking.

‘What was that just now?’

He was still dazed.

An unbelievable force had pressed down on him. Though it was only for a brief moment, he had felt the illusion of being trapped in hell.

He looked at the unidentified cadet.

‘Could it be that this guy is?’

No, that didn’t make sense.

Even the Knight King couldn’t pressure him to this extent. To harbor such suspicions about a knight cadet not even twenty years old was so absurd it made him angry at himself.

‘My aura must have gotten tangled for a moment. It wasn’t someone else’s pressure, but something wrong with my own body.’

Adolf Anner nodded, having reached his own conclusion. Right, to be intimidated by such a youngster was impossible.

But he couldn’t help the suspicion about the young man that was blooming.

As soon as the broadcast went out, he had entered the auditorium as if he’d been waiting, and glared at him with an insolent attitude.

He had even asked meaningful questions. In informal speech, no less.

This could only be interpreted as a thief’s feet getting numb.

He spoke with a stern expression.

“So it’s you. The one who harmed His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“As expected, you came because of that.”

“Should I take those words as an admission of your guilt?”

“No. I swear by Goddess Allia that I have committed no crime whatsoever.”

“We’ll find out through interrogation.”

“Is there a need for interrogation? I can tell you everything that happened right now.”

Lumian glanced toward the back.

Cadets were entering the auditorium. He continued speaking.

“If you want to hear what the Crown Prince did, I’ll tell you everything without omitting a single detail right here and now.”

“You bastard!”

Adolf Anner shouted.

He had known from the beginning. That when something happened, most of the time it stemmed from the Crown Prince’s wrongdoing, not the other party’s.

But this was the first time someone had so boldly pointed out that aspect.

It was bewildering. For someone from a small country like Tarasan, with such a difference in status, at most a cadet level, to dare oppose him.

It was impossible. It shouldn’t be allowed.

He was one of Cairo’s eight pillars. A Sword Master respected by countless swordsmen.

‘For me to be disrespected is no different from the Kingdom of Cairo being disrespected!’

Greatly enraged, Adolf Anner strode toward Lumian.

Already quite a few cadets had gathered and were watching this situation.

Before more people crowded in, before the Crown Prince’s disgrace spilled out in front of more people, he had to shut that guy’s mouth.

Finishing his thoughts, he moved quickly to get behind the insolent cadet.

And struck down at the fully exposed nape of his neck.

Thwack!

“Hup!”

But he failed.

Adolf Anner stepped back seven steps with an expression of disbelief. And he rubbed his hand.

The hand blade that had been deflected by the guy’s hand hurt terribly. It felt like being hit by a hammer.

‘No, how can a mere cadet?’

It was puzzling.

But greater than such feelings were anger and shame.

To show such a pathetic display of being unable to handle even one knight cadet in front of numerous cadets, professors, and subordinates.

His face turned red as if it would burst. It was completely different from his usual cold expression.

“This wet-behind-the-ears brat…!”

Boooooom!

Aura gathered around Adolf Anner’s fist.

It wasn’t an Expert’s aura. It was a complete, fully-formed aura that only a Sword Master could create.

The expressions of those who witnessed this turned to horror. Students who were acquainted with Lumian, as well as the professors, fidgeted restlessly and stamped their feet.

No matter how strong Lumian was beyond a cadet’s level, he couldn’t possibly block a Sword Master’s aura punch!

‘I have to stop this!’

Professor Karin, who let out a groan through his teeth, tried to step forward. He was thinking of kneeling and apologizing in Lumian’s place. He was thinking of somehow smoothing over this situation to save Lumian’s life.

Of course, there was no need for that.

Lumian’s fist, which moved a step faster, struck Adolf Anner’s jaw.

Craaack!

“Guhhhhhh…”

Crash bang clang!

Adolf Anner flew over ten meters and crashed into the auditorium wall.

A stream of blood flowed from his mouth as he rolled on the floor. From the white things visible, it seemed several teeth had been knocked out too.

An eerie atmosphere settled over the entire auditorium.

People couldn’t say a word at the unimaginable scene.

“You, you bastard…!”

Clang!

Whiiiiing!

Adolf Anner, who staggered to his feet, drew his sword from his subspace pocket.

And he injected aura with full power. A hot, red Aura Sword brightly illuminated the auditorium.

People’s expressions hardened once again as it extended to 5 meters before compressing to 2.5 meters in length. This was an incredible level that even Sword Master Morghen had never shown.

“Kyaaaah!”

A hot battle cry echoed. Though his pronunciation was somewhat strange due to missing teeth, almost no one laughed at this.

To be precise, only Lumian let out a snickering laugh.

He charged toward his opponent barehanded without even drawing his sword.

And an amazing situation unfolded.

Thwack! Pow! Smack!

Whooom!

Swoosh-

Crash!

“Guh, huh, guhhhh!”

He deflected a diagonal slash delivered with killing intent with the back of his hand. Adolf Anner’s sword flew far away and embedded in the ceiling.

What followed was one-sided violence. The bewildered face spun left and right from punches. A kick flew into his abdomen after all his remaining teeth were knocked out. Adolf Anner’s body flew toward the wall.

However, just before hitting the wall, Lumian quickly approached and kicked him upward from below. Instead of being embedded in the wall, he ended up embedded in the ceiling. Along with his own sword.

Thud, thud thud.

Stone dust fell from the cracks in the ceiling.

Water drops also fell. Adolf Anner had wet himself from the tremendous shock.

However, no one held any mockery about that.

Everyone’s gaze flew to and fixed on Lumian Calard, the third-year top cadet of Tarasan Academy.

‘Did he just win against a Sword Master?’

‘So overwhelmingly? How on earth…’

‘To instantly finish off a knight who unleashed a complete Aura Sword!’

It was an absurd event that would be hard to find even in novels. Everyone including the professors couldn’t accept the current situation and wore blank expressions.

Those who were acquainted with Lumian were the same.

Rather, their shock was even greater.

Teoro Shutgarn, Bumer Simpson, Cal Krone. And Tania Eloise.

The same thought occurred to all four of them.

‘I was always curious about how strong he was…’

‘He wasn’t at Sword Expert level…’

‘He was a Sword Master!’

‘No, he seems to have surpassed even an ordinary Sword Master’s level… What on earth is this…’

Their faces contorted in complex ways.

Strange expressions that seemed like both laughing and crying.

It couldn’t be helped.

They were encountering for the first time a secret that someone they believed to be closest to them had been hiding. It would be strange if they weren’t confused.

The four people stood in place amidst various emotions toward Lumian – disappointment and admiration, envy and worry.

There was nothing they could do in the current situation. It seemed they would have to have a separate conversation later.

Crack, creak!

Thud!

Clatter-

“Huuu… huuuuh…”

At that moment, Adolf Anner, who had been dangling embedded in the ceiling, fell to the floor.

Managing to regain his balance, he put his hand into his pocket.

It was to take out a communication crystal orb.

‘Damn, how can such a bastard exist?’

Fear-mixed doubts continuously multiplied in his mind.

Though he had lived more confidently than anyone, the current opponent was beyond what he could handle alone. He decided to escape this place by backing himself with the power of the Kingdom of Cairo.

‘If I threaten to report this fact to His Majesty the King, he won’t be able to attack anymore!’

Of course, he had no real intention of activating the communication crystal orb right here. That would also show his own disgraceful state.

He planned to safely escape this place first, then recover from his injuries somewhat and request support.

Yes. Adolf Anner’s plan was certainly that.

Whirrrr-!

“Huh, huh?”

However, things didn’t flow according to his thoughts.

Was it because his hands were trembling from extreme pain? Adolf Anner unintentionally pressed the button attached to the crystal orb.

Then with a beeping sound, the communication crystal orb began to operate.

Thud!

Roll roll roll-

He even ended up dropping it.

He moved with awkward steps to catch the crystal orb rolling far away. Accordingly, footprints mixed with blood and urine were stamped on the auditorium floor.

Whiiiiing-!

-Cough, cough! Yes, Sir Adolf. How far has the matter progressed… Hmm?

“…!”

But it was too late.

The moment Adolf Anner picked up the crystal orb, bright light burst forth. The light formed a rectangular screen, and within it was a figure with a clearly sickly complexion frowning.

-What on earth is that state you’re in?

“…”

-What exactly is happening right now?

The King of Cairo, Shumaha XVII.

The figure of him who held absolute power appeared in the auditorium of Tarasan Academy.

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