There’s Something Special About Her - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49.
“Can you still not hear me?!”
As Gisela Roth burst out, Konrad, who jumped past the doorframe with a small “Oof,” quickly grabbed the dragon-head handle and shut the door.
I nimbly dodged to avoid getting caught in the gap and asked him.
“Are you in the same year as Gisela?”
“Yeah.”
“I had no idea.”
“Right, she’s harsh.”
It was a strange conversation—the focus seemed off, yet we understood each other.
This senior was quite unique too.
But then, instead of heading straight outside as I’d expected, we stopped in the Reception Room.
“Where was it.”
“Where was what?”
“You’ll get scolded if you ask again.”
That doesn’t answer my question!
Now I understood why hot-tempered Gisela was always yelling at this senior.
I stepped a half-pace closer to Konrad and asked.
“Aren’t we supposed to be going to Martial Arts Training right now?”
“That’s right.”
“Then we need to go outside…….”
“Oh, I remember.”
Without answering me, Konrad started walking again.
I thought we were finally leaving and followed him, but he stopped in front of a bookshelf.
“The third shelf from the left.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Memorize it if you don’t want to get scolded by Gisela.”
He pulled out a few books, and the bookshelf shifted, revealing a passage.
……I’ll figure out all these secret passages eventually.
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“This is…….”
“The Raven Training Ground.”
Konrad’s quiet voice created a small echo in the vast space.
“The training ground is… underground.”
“It’s the Raven.”
“Right. Because it’s the Raven.”
Would I ever reach a point where the Raven organization didn’t surprise me?
It seemed likely.
Not because there were no more secrets to discover, but simply because I’d grow accustomed to it.
“Cold.”
It was a murmur that came from a face showing no chill whatsoever, yet I agreed to some extent.
The vast training ground was frigid.
With no light entering from outside and everything sealed tight, at least there was no dampness like in a dungeon.
‘The air must circulate somehow?’
Doubt crossed my mind, but given how much care had gone into placing Mana Lamps throughout the space, surely they’d installed proper ventilation.
“First, the equipment.”
Konrad muttered something again and walked with his back to the entrance.
It took another while to reach the far end—the training ground was sprawling.
So that’s what he meant by equipment.
Konrad positioned me in front of the wall where weapons hung.
“Which one does Runelk like?”
“My name isn’t Runelk.”
“New Ravens are Runelks.”
I had a strong feeling that arguing with this person would be a waste of effort.
“……Call me as you please.”
“Good. So which one?”
“I’m not sure.”
I scanned the weapons hanging on the wall.
“At least I can see nothing’s missing.”
“Pretty much.”
This was my first time seeing so many varied weapons gathered in one place.
Short Swords, Rapiers, Longswords, Two-Handed Swords, and more.
Beyond the common blade types, there were Flambeaus with wavy edges and Separable Twin Swords.
The spears were no different.
From simple spears of varying lengths and weights to Javelins, Halberds with modified tips, and Partisans.
It seemed as though every conceivable type of spear in existence had gathered here.
The collection was so vast you couldn’t survey it all from one spot—you had to walk along the wall to take it in.
When I discovered Wires, Chains, Maces, Chain Scythes, Bladed Knuckles, and Repeating Crossbows besides, I was almost disgusted.
Konrad, who’d walked to my side, asked casually.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“You have unusual taste, senior.”
“It’s not beautiful?”
“If anything, it’s frightening.”
“It’s beautiful.”
See, we’re not communicating.
When I didn’t affirm his comment, I asked the shrugging Konrad.
“Don’t you have training weapons?”
“Training weapons?”
“Yes. Something less dangerous, like wooden swords.”
But Konrad tilted his head.
“You can kill with wooden swords.”
“That’s true, but——”
“You can do it with thread or a needle too.”
“Hmm.”
I was beginning to understand how Konrad expressed himself.
“So you’re saying there’s no such thing as a safe weapon in the world?”
“Correct.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“Pick a weapon, Runelk. I’m cold.”
Even as he complained of the cold, Konrad removed the Short Robe Jacket he was wearing.
Then he drew the sword at his waist.
So by saying he was cold, he meant he’d move around so the cold wouldn’t bother him.
While it would take me time to understand him fully, I believed he didn’t say things without meaning, so I surveyed the wall of weapons once more.
‘If it were my usual weapons, it’d be the Short Sword and Wire.’
But I couldn’t use my real weapons in front of Konrad.
So then.
“I’ll go with this one.”
I chose the ordinary Double-Edged Sword issued by the Action Squad.
Though technically an offensive weapon, the blade that had never seen proper use and had become merely decorative slid from its sheath with a soft whisper.
Tap, tap.
I gripped the hilt and rolled it a few times in my palm.
It was slightly light, but it seemed usable enough.
“Come here.”
Konrad called me from the center of the training ground.
His sword was a Longsword, the type traditionally used by knights.
Konrad, who swung the massive blade with the thickness of a child as lightly as a twig, asked me.
“Name?”
“Runelk Eins. What about you, senior?”
“Konrad Eichner.”
“I work in the Action Squad.”
“I’m in the Knight Order.”
Like Noah Benton, the doctor in the Hospital Ward, and Vanessa Karsten from the Administration.
Their affiliations matched their appearance perfectly.
Among the Ravens, it seemed only Gisela Roth stood apart from her stated position.
“So the newbie can hold a sword.”
If you’re going to keep calling me that, why ask for my name in the first place?
I deliberately held the sword a bit clumsily and spoke.
“While we don’t attend formal training, the Action Squad does get basic instruction.”
“I see.”
Whoosh—!
There was no warning, no preparation.
Konrad Eichner, who’d been continuing our conversation at a slight distance, suddenly closed in and swung his blade.
He was so fast that the wind itself caught up with him only late.
The problem was that I hadn’t anticipated his movement at all.
“Ugh!”
Clang!
Instinctively, I raised my sword and blocked his attack.
“Th—this is insane……!”
The attack was infused with Killing Intent.
If it hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have reacted in time.
To call me “Runelk” and then attack with intent to kill.
If I hadn’t blocked, I’d be dead.
The scream of steel reached my ears, making my blood run cold.
Screech-screech-screech!
Konrad Eichner wasn’t pulling back—he was driving forward with his full weight.
‘Where does this strength come from!’
It was astonishing strength that made me grit my teeth involuntarily.
Had I been the same as I was in Wickes, I might have managed to push back, but a body idle for over a year couldn’t manage it.
My best defense now was simply to hold the blade and not get knocked backward.
“Konrad, senior.”
I called to him to stop, but the force driving into the blade only grew heavier.
Crackle, crack!
Finally, the blades scraped against each other, throwing sparks.
It was only by the light of those sparks, at a distance where I could hear his breathing, that I understood.
A faint golden hue mixed in Konrad Eichner’s eyes, and he was smiling.
“Sturdy?”
His voice had shed all its earlier lethargy, now brimming with delight.
“Won’t need to file a report.”
It was a statement with much left unsaid.
But I think I understood the meaning.
Since I was enjoyable to train, Gisela wouldn’t have to write her share of the report.
Because.
“You find this fun?”
“Yeah.”
Clang! Clash!
This time too, he moved without warning.
But I wasn’t caught off guard, so I managed to block the first two strikes.
Anything beyond that was impossible.
Crash!
“Agh!”
The strength in my desperately gripping hands gave way, and I lost my grip on the sword.
I twisted my face to avoid the descending blade, but my cheek was grazed.
Checking my stinging palm, I saw the skin between my thumb and index finger was torn.
“Damn.”
My pride was wounded.
Toward me, clenching my bleeding hand into a fist, Konrad Eichner wiggled his fingers and spoke.
“Come at me, Runelk.”
……Did Nox have a single sane person in it?

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