Sweeping the Academy with a Wooden Sword

So Daecheol, the Guild Master of , stared at his youngest daughter, So Yueun, who was standing before him.

So Yueun had come into the office again and was trembling all over.

“You say that brat… Lee Dojin incapacitated 15 members of the 1st Attack Team alone with a wooden sword?”

So Daecheol’s deep voice echoed through the office.
So Yueun nodded her head vigorously, not even caring about her disheveled hair.

“Y-yes…”

Fear of her father before her eyes.
And fear of Lee Dojin’s overwhelming power she had just witnessed.

These two fears were mercilessly stirring her mind.

“Do you think that makes sense? Daughter?”

So Daecheol unknowingly emitted a fierce aura of killing intent.

Though she could manipulate mana, So Yueun, whose growth had stopped at the threshold of 1-star, which is achieved if one has even a little talent for mana, turned pale and collapsed to the floor even at this faint killing intent.

There weren’t just two people in the office right now. The black being, a stealth-type awakened one who had brought So Yueun to Changcheon, opened his mouth, unable to bear seeing So Yueun with bloodshot eyes and drooling.

“The young miss’s words are tru-”

Slap!

So Daecheol’s loyal dog was slapped by his master and collapsed to the floor.

Two teeth fell onto the office floor.

“I am asking my daughter. It’s not the time for a dog to interrupt.”

The loyal dog, despite the impact that shook his brain, gritted his teeth and stood up, taking a rigid attention stance.

The loyal dog’s face started to swell up blue.

So Daecheol slowly approached So Yueun and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Tell me what that brat said without missing a single word.”

“…If you’re not going to c-come yourself-”

Slap!

So Yueun’s face whipped to the side.
Although it was nothing compared to the blow that struck the loyal dog, So Yueun’s face contorted greatly.

“Uurgh…”

So Yueun’s face trembled slightly, no, clearly.

Physical violence, of all things.
She had faced her father’s angry face countless times, but she had never been physically punished even once.

‘No one’s violence is allowed on Changcheon’s bloodline, who will become the ruling class of this world. Even if it’s from their father.’

That was So Daecheol’s principle.
So while he might give any verbal abuse and insult, he never used physical violence.

That limit of anger had now collapsed.

In other words, it meant a sentence that she was no longer included in ‘Changcheon that will become the ruling class’.

“F-Father… p-please don’t abandon me.”

“My youngest daughter, Yueun.”

Though his hair was full of white, the eyes of a tyrant still full of ambition stared at So Yueun.

“The only reason you’re still in this house is because you’re my daughter. That’s all. You have no more value beyond that. That value completely disappeared two days ago when that brat, Lee Dojin, became the new student representative and stood on the platform.”

The tyrant grabbed his daughter’s chin, fixing her face.
So she couldn’t avoid his gaze even a little.

Her makeup was ruined, tears were in her eyes, and saliva was leaking from her mouth, but he didn’t care about such things.

“Don’t think about my position listening. Recite exactly what that brat said from his perspective.”

So Yueun’s eyes blurred.
Everything. Everything she had devoted her entire teens to had collapsed. Loyalty to her father. Overflowing ambition.

All of that had crumbled.
And she remembered clearly every word Lee Dojin had just said that made her like this.

Without missing a single word.

“If you’re not going to come yourself, tell him to wait quietly… He said to tell you that. Because he’ll visit soon.”

So Daecheol stood up with a hardened face. And. He started laughing.

“Wait… quietly? Kukukuk!”

The laughter grew very loud.
It was a very loud laugh that none of the family members had ever heard before.

Senior Yeon Simun and I entered a Chinese restaurant inside Iroaz Academy.

Iroaz Academy has talents from not only South Korea but from all over the world.

The dining hall was lined with restaurants that could easily be called ‘great places to eat’ even outside.

As Senior Yeon Simun entered the Chinese restaurant, five students sitting at one table all stood up at once.

“””Hello! Senior!”””

…Is this the military?
Yeon Simun waved her arm at the resounding greeting reminiscent of the military.

“Finish, your meal.”

“””Yes, ma’am!”””

Even the response was resounding.

It wasn’t a timid greeting. It felt like a greeting stemming from respect.

The person in question, Yeon Simun, didn’t seem to think much of it though.

Fortunately, Yeon Simun’s juniors left the Chinese restaurant before the food arrived.

The part-time worker set down jjajangmyeon and jjamppong.

“Enjoy your meal.”

Slurp-

What Yeon Simun chose was jjamppong. Yeon Simun ate the noodles with a slurp without saying anything.

Crunch!

And she also picked up and ate some tangsuyuk.

I could feel it. Yeon Simun’s concentration on food.

The way she ate the noodles and then took a spoonful of soup looked like nothing short of a gourmet.

So I didn’t even ask a question until she finished eating the jjamppong.

“What year are you in?”

“Third year.”

22 years old.
That’s the clearest information about Yeon Simun so far.

“Senior. You’re strong, right?”

Crunch!

Yeon Simun slowly chewed the still crispy tangsuyuk.

“That’s too subjective a question.”

“Yes, you can answer subjectively.”

Yeon Simun stared intently at me.

“I would be considered strong. Objectively. At least in this academy. Because the Chancellor called me one of the futures.”

Yeon Simun’s eyes were full of certainty.

“The Chancellor always said that the current Iroaz has at least one ‘future’ for each year. And that the time when that future will need to use its power is approaching not too far from now.”

Future, huh.
It seems there’s at least one outstanding genius for each year.

Yeon Simun smirked.

“You’re also quite the type full of desire for strength and growth. Are you planning to challenge strong people?”

“That was exactly my intention, but.”

“Stop it, give it up.”

Yeon Simun seemed to have a habit of using old language that no one would use these days.

“Anyway, opportunities for that will overflow even if you just stay still. Because Iroaz is that kind of place. Just, enjoy it. Only the first year can enjoy it somewhat.”

Well…
Looking at today’s events, I think I’m already past the point of enjoying anything.

By the way, hearing what the Academy Chancellor said reminded me of one of my purposes for coming to the academy, the ‘World Tree branch’.

According to Choi Cheolhyeon, my father’s blacksmith master and a national treasure-level blacksmith, the Academy Chancellor possessed a branch of the World Tree.

“Is the Chancellor currently at the academy?”

But contrary to my expectations, Yeon Simun slowly shook her head.

“The Chancellor isn’t often at the academy. It was the same last year. But he always came before the end of the year.”

It seemed that finding the World Tree branch would take quite a long time.

“If you’re really itching to move, come visit the club I’m in. Give me your number.”

Surely, she hasn’t misunderstood me as a battle maniac who wants to fight even the Chancellor.

It was sudden, but since there was no reason not to give it, I spoke my phone number, and immediately my smartphone rang.

It was a text message.
Not KakaoTalk or Iroaz Watch information sharing, but a text message in this day and age, what kind of world is Senior Yeon Simun living in?

There was even a text message, and a map of a club room was drawn.

Below the map were the words ‘Martial Arts Club’.

“I’m quite interested in your outstanding combat sense too.”

“Senior, you’re also full of desire for strength.”

“But I’ve passed the time of being recklessly hot-blooded like you.”

Those sharp golden eyes are truly no different from a beast.

“Yes, I’ll definitely visit once.”

After the meal ended. After parting with Yeon Simun, I headed to the dormitory.

Since it was a single room, I could rest comfortably.

“Mistilteinn.”

Lying spread-eagled, I called Mistilteinn.
And I closed my eyes.

[Please prepare.]

Countless stars were shining in the dark night sky as if they might pour down at any moment.

“Welcome back, Master.”

“Oh, I’m back.”

I sat on the wooden bench where Mistilteinn was sitting.
Mistilteinn placed her hand on top of my palm.

A warm sensation rose up the back of my hand.

“Are you adapting to the academy?”

“Yeah, it’s fun.”

Though I haven’t really done anything properly yet.
Mistilteinn smiled brightly at my answer.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, but it looks like it’ll take some time to find the World Tree branch.”

“It’s okay. It’s only been two days. Just focus on your growth for now, Master.”

“Right.”

I told Mistilteinn about the encounters I’ve had so far.

Since Mistilteinn in Advice Ego state doesn’t remember what she sees and hears, I told the current Mistilteinn.

I told her about Baek Hwayeon and Ryu Jia. And also about So Yueun and Sword Emperor So Daecheol.

She listened with a smile when I talked about the former. And she made a worried expression with round eyes when I talked about the latter.

And I recited words that came to mind again. Because I wanted to convey the world I see to Mistilteinn as clearly as possible.

“…I think Hwayeon could beat even second-years if she gets a little stronger.”

Mistilteinn, who had been listening to my words, opened her small mouth.

“I’m envious.”

“Hm?”

“I’m envious of those people who can interact and connect with you as person to person.”

Mistilteinn said that and then slowly shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I said something unnecessary.”

“No, it’s okay.”

I stroked Mistilteinn’s snow-white hair.
It was also because this was the only action I could take.

I couldn’t bring myself to say clumsy words of comfort while facing Mistilteinn’s green eyes.

“I’ll come again tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

Mistilteinn saw me off with a bright smile.