Chapter 33

Chapter 33

 

The 7th Army Commander of the Revolutionary Army and the 8th in the ranking.

The Light Sword, Electus.

His third disciple, Hella, frowned as she saw the Imperial Teacher, who was laughing servilely.

She had expected the Imperial Teacher to be a dignified and noble figure like a pine tree…

But this was the teacher who taught the Crown Prince who ruled the Empire?

“What is this, not even a beggar. Are you really the Imperial Teacher?”

“Yes, yes, I am. Miss.”

Hella turned her head and looked at her fellow disciple, Barus, as the Imperial Teacher nodded his head several times servilely.

“Is this really him?”

“He doesn’t seem to be disguised, and I don’t feel any traces of magic on his face.”

It was a confirmation.

Hella, who had been crouching, sighed deeply and got up from her seat.

Then she gave the order to retreat to her subordinates.

“We have secured the Imperial Teacher, so let’s get out of here at the next stop. Everyone, get ready…”

Just then.

Crash-!

The glass window of the engine room broke.

And something flowed in through the gap.

A thing that looked like a small dirt ball.

Hella’s eyes widened as she watched it.

“…Smoke bomb?”

She realized the identity of the fallen object.

Pshiiik.

A white smoke began to spew out of the smoke bomb like an explosion.

“Everyone, guard the surroundings!”

“Use your power as you please! If you see anyone suspicious, wipe them out right away!”

The smoke began to block the sight of all the revolutionaries, including Hella and Barus.

Wigor, who had been blindfolded and captured, lay flat on the floor.

And a voice came into his ear.

-Sir, can I help you?

“…”

He couldn’t tell for sure because it was a voice, but he guessed that the other person was young by the tone.

Wigor sighed lightly.

He thought that even if a young man intervened in this situation, it wouldn’t be much help.

But now he needed to borrow even a cat’s hand.

Wigor nodded his head reluctantly.

Then another voice came.

-Then you owe me one.

Wigor’s lips curled slightly.

You’re talking about debt in this situation?

-If you don’t like it, forget it. Then try to escape well among them.

‘He’s an interesting guy.’

He didn’t know who he was, but… he must not be an ordinary guy if he did that knowing his honor or position.

Normally, he would have dragged on the response of the voice to see more, but the situation was urgent.

If he was dragged away by an unidentified organization, he wouldn’t see a good sight.

He also had to get out of this situation quickly for the sake of the other crew members who were suffering with him.

Wigor nodded his head and another voice came.

-You won’t say two things with one mouth?

Wigor laughed at that.

Hella, who was next to him, looked at him with suspicious eyes, but Wigor ignored her gaze and opened his mouth.

“The thing I hate the most is saying two things with one mouth.”

Hella frowned and grabbed his collar as he suddenly blurted out nonsense.

“Ugh!”

Boom!

Right in front of her, a fountain of blood burst out with the sound of his breath stopping.

* * *

Yan smirked as he saw Wigor’s appearance.

‘That old man is still the same.’

Yan knew Wigor as a ruthless pragmatist.

He was the type who would take everything out of his way if he could gain even a little advantage.

But he wasn’t always like that.

He understood his honor and position well.

Yan entered through the broken glass window after talking to Wigor.

The revolutionaries were on alert in the smoke that filled the engine room.

‘But they are nothing but blind men now.’

Yan breathed quietly and wrapped his body with the yin energy he drew from the second planet of the mana heart, the moon.

Then he disappeared without any stealth technique.

In that state, he pulled out a dagger from his pocket and ran towards the presence he felt in front of him.

“Kuk!”

The other party couldn’t make any sound because he covered his mouth.

Yan stabbed his neck with the dagger filled with mana.

“Ugh!”

Blood spurted from his neck with the sound of his breath leaving and added red to the smoke that exploded in the engine room.

The enemies reacted quickly.

“Number seven is down!”

“Spread the dust! The enemy is alone!”

Even though a colleague who had been with them for a long time met a sudden death, they would have been in a panic for a moment.

The revolutionaries didn’t panic or fall into fear and started to use their counter strategies right away.

Yan couldn’t help but admire them, even though they were enemies.

They were not inferior to the elites of the special mission team, who could respond without panic in an emergency.

‘I have to reduce their numbers first.’

Yan pulled out another dagger from his pocket and held one in each hand.

Then he started to move quickly in the smoke.

Every time he swung his dagger, a fountain of blood burst out.

It was useless for the revolutionaries to have dust protection if they couldn’t catch his presence.

“These pathetic bastards.”

Hella bit her tongue as she saw her subordinates being taken down like scarecrows.

She expanded her aura and drew her sword.

Then she swung her sword hard towards the faint presence she felt.

Swoosh-! Bang!

The white sword energy from Hella’s sword broke the left wall.

Then the smoke inside the engine room quickly escaped through there.

However.

Vroom.

Clank! Clatter!

The train started to shake violently due to the pressure difference with the outside.

Some of the revolutionaries lost their balance and fell.

But Hella stood firmly without falling or stumbling, as she had a good sense of balance.

She sliced the bottom of the large iron table that was reflected in the engine room and kicked it towards the side where the wind was escaping.

Bang!

The table slammed into the hollow wall with a loud noise.

The shaking stopped then.

“Huh? I’m sure I felt something. Wasn’t it?”

Hella tilted her head.

She had shot the sword energy towards the direction where she felt the presence, but only the innocent wall flew away.

She lost her appetite as she saw a young boy who didn’t fit in the engine room enter her sight.

He was lying flat under the left wall, avoiding the sword energy she shot.

“What the hell, I felt it right.”

She twisted her mouth.

* * *

‘The Light Sword, Electus?’

Yan narrowed his eyes as he saw Hella, who smiled slyly at him.

He recognized it as soon as he saw the white sword energy.

There were few people in his knowledge who could handle such a pure white sword energy.

Among them, there was only one who joined the Revolutionary Army.

A candidate for the Three Swords of the Continent and a user of the brilliant ‘White Sword Energy’.

The 7th Army Commander of the Revolutionary Army, the Light Sword, Electus.

The sword energy that the woman had just displayed was exactly the same as the Light Sword’s white sword energy that Yan had seen in his previous life.

‘Then she must be his disciple.’

It was known that the Light Sword had several disciples.

But something was strange.

He hadn’t heard that the Light Sword’s disciple had revealed herself here.

‘Ah, did she run away?’

Then, Hella asked Yan.

“Kid, who are you?”

“Isn’t it basic etiquette to introduce yourself before asking?”

Hella chuckled at Yan’s words.

“Hella.”

“I’m Yan.”

Hella’s eyes went up.

She had only answered her name, but she didn’t think he would only say his name too.

Was he trying to make a joke?

He seemed to have noticed her thoughts, and Yan shrugged his shoulders.

“You only said your name too.”

“Ahaha! You’re a funny kid.”

Contrary to her playful tone, her eyes sank.

His appearance was no more than twenty years old.

He looked like he hadn’t even had his coming-of-age ceremony yet.

But he had already taken the lives of six of her subordinates.

The lowest achiever among the revolutionaries under her was a 6th grade.

‘He killed a 5th grade too.’

Then he had to be at least that much or more…

‘At that age, a 5th grade? Does that make sense?’

She was also called a genius or a prodigy when she was young, and she heard a lot of stories that her talent was extraordinary.

But when she was Yan’s age, she was under her master’s tutelage.

At that time, she had barely reached the beginning of the 6th grade.

‘No, is there anyone who reached that level at that age in the first place?’

She smirked and two people came to her mind.

One was the current Crown Prince, who was called ‘the reincarnation of the founding emperor’.

And the other was… a Revolutionary Army officer she had seen by chance a while ago.

‘That kid is at the level of those two?’

She couldn’t believe it.

No, how could she believe it?

She knew quite a lot of promising people in the Empire.

But there was no one named ‘Yan’ among them.

A guy with that level of skill just fell from the sky?

It was more rational to think that he had done something.

For example, using a powerful artifact or tricking them.

As Hella was organizing her thoughts, Barus quietly spoke to her from the side.

“It seems like the plan will be disrupted because of that guy, so let’s attack him together quickly.”

She was annoyed by the words of her fellow disciple who suggested they attack together.

“Do you think I’m going to lose to that kind of guy?”

“…That’s not what I meant.”

Hella frowned and walked forward.

“I’ll take care of it myself, so you just shut up and take care of the Imperial Teacher”

“…Yes.”

Barus shook his head as he saw Hella being stubborn.

Then he stood next to Wigor, who was lying down, and watched the situation.

* * *

Yan stared quietly at Hella, who was walking towards him alone.

[Judging by the aura from her body, she’s a Sword… ah, by your standards, she’s about 5th grade.]

Momon measured Hella’s level.

Yan also guessed that much.

Clang-!

He dropped the two daggers he was holding on the floor and pulled out a sword from his waist.

It was a weapon that the chief instructor had given him, telling him not to die miserably anywhere.

Unlike the ordinary iron swords that Lorena and other trainees had received, the blade was black.

It was made of a metal called ink iron.

It was not enough to be called a treasure sword, but it was not lacking to be called a famous sword.

And what he liked most was that it was perfect for using the black shadow sword that he learned from the chief instructor.

Tssst.

As he stimulated his mana heart, mana began to spread throughout his body.

“Do you think you can do it alone? It would be better to back off now.”

Yan taunted Hella, who was walking towards him.

Hella burst into laughter at Yan’s words.

“Puhahaha! Kid, what did you just say?”

Then she muttered with a hardened face.

“You really want to die painfully.”

Yan smiled as he saw that Hella had fallen for his provocation.

And he leaned his upper body forward and bent his toes to give him strength.

‘<Haste>’

He uttered a chant and felt his lower body lighten.

In that state.

Bang-!

Yan became a streak of light and shot towards Hella.

* * *