I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

174.Is What You Are Doing Now a Funeral? (8)

“Karina! “Are you coming to our cafe today too?”

“Of course.”

“There is also a special menu today, so you can look forward to it!”

Special menu? As I was eating bread dipped in soup, I looked at Milia, who was chattering like a lark at those words.

What is the special menu? I was a little curious.

I could have asked right away, but seeing as it was said to be a special menu, I didn’t think it would be easy to tell. I’m going to stop by anyway, so you can go and see for yourself then. I decided to expect a surprise from Milia.

“Nothing should happen today…”

“If something happens, it will most likely happen tomorrow.”

On the last day, I was relatively intoxicated by the atmosphere and was able to ease my guard. You shouldn’t let go of tension thinking it’s over. We were not there to enjoy the festival, but to protect Karina.

So I was even more worried.

When will the assassins appear?

Today? Or tomorrow?

It may not have been possible for an assassination attempt to be made in every department, but it was unsettling that no attempt had been made since the martial arts competition. Because I had no idea what they were planning.

I felt more comfortable making an outright assassination attempt.

There was nothing more comfortable as an escort than openly measuring the assassination angle. All we have to do is strengthen the escort and respond. But seeing such a clumsy attempt and doing nothing was nerve-wracking.

“Lenny. Didn’t the security say anything?”

“Well… They said they didn’t see any suspicious people.”

These useless guard b*stards. It was my fault for trusting you. Why are the paladins and guards here so incompetent? Is incompetence a condition for joining?

If it were me, I would have already found the assassins.

I put down the dishes and stood up.

“I will come prepared with an escort.”

It could draw too much attention, so I tried to end it in my own way, but I felt the need to take care of it just in case.

Philia’s relics.

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The second day’s schedule started with a martial arts competition.

Yesterday was the preliminary and today is the finals. As I watched the contestants lined up near the non-fighting VIP table, I compared the current contestants with the original contestants I knew. I don’t remember everything, but it seemed like a few people had changed.

…Is this the aftermath of Elina’s death?

“Lewis has advanced to the finals.”

“She’s a pretty good girl. It looks like I passed with ease.”

“John, who do you think will win?”

“Lewis.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s intuition.”

In the original, it wasn’t that difficult of an event, and thanks to my hard work during vacation, Lewis’s skills improved greatly.

It may be difficult to directly compare him to the protagonist of the original game raised by the player, but he is enough to be treated as a promising player starting from this competition. In other words, Lewis will probably cut everything.

But there was a problem that I finally remembered.

One of the finalists of the original martial arts competition was…

…It was Elina.

A dead heroine.

I had completely forgotten about it, but the destined girl who was originally supposed to be my lover after developing feelings for her while competing with her as a rival in the same knight department has become a stranger.

I was able to see with my own eyes what effect that variable had.

One entrant whose name is unknown.

Is it an extra or a named one?

At least not in my memory. It stands out too much to be called an extra.

“Lenny. Do you know anything about that man?”

“I don’t know.”

I still vaguely remember the others, but I’m concerned that there’s a guy I don’t remember at all.

For now, let’s keep watching.

I slightly adjusted my position so I could see the man clearly.

“Rue. “Can you sense that man’s magical power?”

[Too far.]

I guess so.

That means you have to approach it at least once.

“Now, let’s begin the finals of the martial arts competition!”

Along with the emcee’s shout, people’s cheers filled the Colosseum. We’re probably talking about who will win by now. Are we going to do something like Toto here too? I looked at the players scattered around preparing for the finals.

Perhaps due to the nature of the event before the event, the participants were not resting in a separate waiting room, but in a tent near the unarmed area set up in the middle of the Colosseum.

I’d like to go down and check it out right away, but…I guess I can’t. I decided to think about it after watching the finals. You will get the feeling when you see the actual fight scene.

“Then the first match! A pleading genius in the swordsmanship department! This time we aim to win with second year student Theo Grass! Last year’s holiday runner-up, third grader Dennis! Who will be the winner? “Let’s start the game now!”

“Waa!”

Are the players who are a hot topic in this game being postponed?

I watched the two of them face off, each holding their swords in different positions. Isn’t it true that men are attracted to sword fighting? It’s been a while since I thought I’d have a good time.

“Karina. Who do you think will win?”

“I don’t know, but wouldn’t senior Dennis, a third-year student, have an advantage?”

“Was I Theo? I think there’s a good chance of winning there too. “It’s hard to have a stable posture like that at that age.”

I guess this is because they are both talented guys.

I observed the movements of the two people as they slowly began to clash swords.

As expected, it is a systematic movement, unlike me, who learned it as an amateur. There was a sense of theft in each and every movement, and even I, who had little knowledge of swords, could tell that the two were skilled swordsmen.

“Victor! Theo Grass!”

“Look. “Am I right?”

I looked back and forth between Theo Grass, who was leaving with cheers from the crowd, and Dennis, who was leaving with his body hanging limply.

Winners and losers, it’s a sad story.

…It’s not important, so I want to quickly see the man’s battle progress.

How many more games have passed? It was finally the game I had been waiting for.

“From now on, the final match of the martial arts competition finals! The rising star of first grade! Lewis Selman of the Knight Faculty! And that opponent! The only survivor among external participants! Stoke, the mercenary of the South!”

…It’s definitely a name I’ve never heard before.

No, I think it was a pseudonym before that. It’s a bit strange for a person’s name.

“I heard you weren’t a particularly notable opponent in the preliminaries… I wonder what it’s like in reality.”

“But wouldn’t Lewis win?”

…I feel a bit strange hearing the original protagonist’s name come out of Karina’s mouth.

“I also want to walk towards Louis.”

First of all, he is the guy I raised, and I tend to have more sympathy for the original protagonist than for a guy whose identity I don’t know. We started watching the game, predicting that Lewis would win.

The first move is Lewis. Lewis boldly swung his sword, aiming for the nape of his neck. His sword His His swung sideways was easily blocked by Stoke’s sword. Even though it was a fairly fast attack, he was not a leisurely opponent as he blocked it with ease.

Blow. Separation. Three strikes. Shooting. Pentagram.

Lewis and Stoke’s swords clashed in the air, sparks flying with a sharp sound. Lewis, who is aggressively attacking, has not changed his expression yet, but he is probably embarrassed by now.

Because all attacks were blocked by that guy’s slightly changing sword position.

It was a scene that could not have occurred unless there was a significant difference in skill level.

Since it’s reality, I thought there would be a variable where someone stronger than Lewis participates, but they’re still playing with Lewis like this?

Even though Lewis already looks tired, he looks fine?

Isn’t this the guy who’s hanging out here?

Now, Lewis has enough skills to beat a young chick who just became a knight, but he’s playing around with it like that? Does this mean he has the skills of a veteran knight? Age-wise, he doesn’t seem that much different from Lewis.

Why are you casting Yang Hak here?

Is there some purpose?

Surely?

Naturally, my eyes moved to Karina. A saintess sitting in a wheelchair and cutely clenching her fists while watching a martial arts competition. It was hard to get it off, to the point where it felt like glue had stuck to her eyes, but she had to do it anyway.

“Lenny. “I have to check something for a moment, so I’ll be out.”

“Huh? Suddenly?”

“Because it’s a little suspicious.”

“Okay. “Go quickly and come back.”

I immediately fell back, grabbed the guard, and asked for information about Stoke. The guard left the Colosseum immediately after hearing my request.

He’s probably going to go find the guard captain somewhere. He said it was related to Karina’s escort, so he’ll be back soon to hand over the information.

I turned to look at the stadium again.

It was then.

“The winner of the last match is! Stoke! They were consistent on defense and achieved victory in an instant with a surprise counterattack! Everyone please applaud the winner!”

Numerous applause fills my ears. But I couldn’t afford to worry about that.

Louis’ defeat.

Because it was a scenario I had never imagined.