Chapter 174
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Chapter 174
HEL SCANS
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You were right. The culprit is clear.
Zaifa spoke. The bisected body of Nodrek was convulsing at her feet. Ronan frowned as he looked at the wound on her chest.
Damn it, did you really have to confirm it like that? Hurry up and get treated.
Its fine, its just a scratch.
Zaifa shook her head. It was an ignorant verification method. Of course, there was no better way to determine who the sword marks belonged to, but it was certainly a rash method. Red blood was seeping out over the coarse fur. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.
A single strike.
Huh?
I ended this bugs life in a single strike. If I estimate the time it took, it was probably less than a second. Do you know what that means?
A murky sadness flickered beyond her red eyes. Zaifa, who had been rummaging through her pockets, pulled something out. Dozens of flat insignias made of metal were threaded onto a long, thin leather strap. Ronan and Naviroses eyes widened. They were recognition tags issued to imperial soldiers.
If I had been with my subordinates just for a second longer, all of this wouldnt have happened.
The sound of grinding metal was poignant. Ronan was about to say something but stopped himself. Allowing the attack to happen, even though he could have easily prevented it, was his own way of mourning and atonement. Ronan gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath.
Fuck.
There were accomplices. At least two more.
Yeah. People who can handle a sword better than this guy.
We need to catch them all before summer comes. If youre willing to cooperate, come find me.
Ronan nodded his head. They were going to catch them as soon as possible anyway. Zaifa, putting away the recognition tags, turned to Navirose.
Youve become sharper. It seems like your Aura still has not manifested
How did you know that!
I can tell just by looking at you. In respect, let me give you a piece of advice.
Navirose didnt respond, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Zaifa spoke with a more serious tone.
Life is about walking through storms. People naturally end up with countless scars, some of which never fade and remain as permanent reminders. I imagine the fact that you lost to me repeatedly has become such a scar for you.
What are you trying to say?
You cant erase scars. They are, quite literally, scars. However, how you choose to deal with them is entirely up to you.
Suddenly, Zaifa pointed to her chest. Beneath her tattered clothes, a long scar was etched. It was the mark left by Naviroses blade. She extended her hand for a handshake to Navirose.
Ive never once felt ashamed of this scar.
You
Navirose looked up at Zaifa, her gaze intense. Perhaps because the tiger spoke so impressively, she seemed like a granddaughter standing in front of her grandmother, despite usually appearing mature. After hesitating for a moment, Navirose clasped Zaifas hand. It was a historic moment. After a light handshake, Zaifa turned away.
Then Ill be waiting for the third challenge. Farewell, Ronan.
With those words, Zaifa leaped away, making almost no sound upon landing or takeoff. With a single leap, she reached the pedestal where she had been standing. Ronan, still watching Zaifa converse with Allogin, spoke up.
She doesnt seem particularly dangerous, does she?
The atmosphere has changed a lot. Ultimately, does all hatred fade away with time?
Hatred What exactly happened with Zaifa in the past?
Ronan asked, a long-standing curiosity. What could have happened to Zaifa in the past that made her issue such warnings? Navirose, who had been staring at Ronan, turned her head calmly.
Why dont you ask her yourself. Arent you close enough to drink together? Come to think of it, weve never had a drink together.
Ah, why is an adult so upset about something like that? So childish.
Im not upset.
With that, she walked briskly out of the arena, leaving Ronan behind. Only then did the officials, who had been watching cautiously, rush over to start clearing away Nodreks remains. The symmetrically dissected corpse was not a pleasant sight to linger on. Ronan watched as they swept the entrails into a bucket, hands in his pockets. Allogin, overseeing the process, tilted his head.
Hmm Arent you leaving?
Its my turn anyway. Besides, I have the right to choose.
True, but why dont you rest a bit? Youve been through a lot.
Shullifen narrowed his eyes. Without a word, Ronan uncorked the bottle. Since there were no cups, he drank straight from the bottle. The liquid going down his throat was sweet. After taking a few sips, Ronan offered the bottle to Shullifen.
Do you want some?
Of course, thanks.
Yeah, alright. I thought so Huh?
Ronans eyes widened. He had expected a refusal, so it was an unexpected response. Taking the bottle offered by Ronan, Shullifen boldly tilted his head back and drank the liquor. Watching him gulp down the strong drink, Ronan exclaimed in shock,
Hey, thats quite potent!
Well its better that way.
Do you have something troubling you? Like, did you blurt out some nonsense about proposing to my sister after returning or something?
No. Its to calm my excitement since earlier Its not over just because I received praise from the Sword Saint.
Ronan chuckled dryly. So, he was drinking to calm his inflated ego after receiving praise from Zaifa. Ronan had seen many people drink to forget their troubles, but this was a novel reason. Snatching the bottle back, Ronan shook his head.
Youre insane. Youre probably the only one who drinks for a reason like that.
We must always strive our best to survive. So we can protect the weak
Alright, alright, just drink moderately. Your tone when you mumble reminds me of Elizabeth.
Suddenly, memories of Elizabeth, drunk on the airship heading to the Dawn Magic Tower, came to mind. What trials had he endured to stop her from using fire magic inside the wooden ship? Ronan was about to say something when Shullifen, who had been silently mumbling, spoke up.
Ronan.
Huh?
I miss Miss Iril.
Damn it.
Ronans face contorted. Shullifen lowered his head deeply and began praising Iril, his vocabulary seeming enough to fill a book.
Ronan couldnt stand being with this drunkard, so he was about to gulp down the alcohol to pass out. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and it opened. A woman dressed as a guide appeared.
Excuse me Participant 44? Ah, there you are. Im glad.
Huh? Whats going on?
Please accept this. I came to deliver this.
The woman cautiously extended a letter envelope. The envelope was quite luxurious, with a magical seal engraved on it that would ignite if anyone other than the intended recipient attempted to open it. Ronan raised an eyebrow.
Who sent this?
Its from Mr. Russell, who was murdered by the Ferocious Sword this morning. We found it while cleaning up the lodging, and it was addressed to you.
Russell?
The woman nodded, then left the room. She seemed quite busy, perhaps due to the recent events involving the Ferocious Sword. Ronan scratched his head and tore open the letter envelope. Unlike the envelope, the letter inside was made of ordinary paper. Small letters filled one side of the paper.
What did you write that made you put so much effort into it?
Ronan slowly began reading the letter. The beginning and middle were what he had expected. Apologies for my rudeness. Thank you for your help. I truly trust you, but I want to make sure to finish things off firmly
The letter detailed a plan to ambush the Ferocious Sword, concocted with the participants of Aran Parzan. A plan that ended in a miserable failure, leaving everyone torn to pieces. Ronan clicked his tongue as he read.
Damn it.
If he had just stayed still, no one would have had to die. The taste of the alcohol suddenly seemed to diminish. Even though he had read up to that point, there was still about half of the content left. Ronans eyes widened as he read the middle and later parts of the letter. The location and internal structure of the ruins where he had encountered the Ferocious Sword, along with information he had gathered while tracking the Ferocious Sword, were all written there.
This stupid old man
Ronan let out a deep sigh. Among the information were also the locations of places presumed to be bases of the Nebula Clazier. It was incredibly valuable information. It seemed that deploying Imperial troops here would likely be his first mission as the Dawn.
The moment on the cliff where Ronan had threatened him flashed before his eyes. Even the female knight Riley, who sat across from him drinking, came to mind. Folding the letter neatly, Ronan muttered as he grabbed the bottle.
Rest well.
Ronan downed the liquor. With its robust flavor, the scent of the Millennium Snowflower filled his mouth. The end of the journey was imminent. Tomorrow, he would finally set foot in the Holy Land.
[TL/N: looks like this arc is finally coming to an end, a lot of things have happened my favorite part was def when Ronan saw mommy Navirose in the pond hehe~ comment your fav part bellow]
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Chapter 174
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You were right. The culprit is clear.
Zaifa spoke. The bisected body of Nodrek was convulsing at her feet. Ronan frowned as he looked at the wound on her chest.
Damn it, did you really have to confirm it like that? Hurry up and get treated.
Its fine, its just a scratch.
Zaifa shook her head. It was an ignorant verification method. Of course, there was no better way to determine who the sword marks belonged to, but it was certainly a rash method. Red blood was seeping out over the coarse fur. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.
A single strike.
Huh?
I ended this bugs life in a single strike. If I estimate the time it took, it was probably less than a second. Do you know what that means?
A murky sadness flickered beyond her red eyes. Zaifa, who had been rummaging through her pockets, pulled something out. Dozens of flat insignias made of metal were threaded onto a long, thin leather strap. Ronan and Naviroses eyes widened. They were recognition tags issued to imperial soldiers.
If I had been with my subordinates just for a second longer, all of this wouldnt have happened.
The sound of grinding metal was poignant. Ronan was about to say something but stopped himself. Allowing the attack to happen, even though he could have easily prevented it, was his own way of mourning and atonement. Ronan gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath.
Fuck.
There were accomplices. At least two more.
Yeah. People who can handle a sword better than this guy.
We need to catch them all before summer comes. If youre willing to cooperate, come find me.
Ronan nodded his head. They were going to catch them as soon as possible anyway. Zaifa, putting away the recognition tags, turned to Navirose.
Youve become sharper. It seems like your Aura still has not manifested
How did you know that!
I can tell just by looking at you. In respect, let me give you a piece of advice.
Navirose didnt respond, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Zaifa spoke with a more serious tone.
Life is about walking through storms. People naturally end up with countless scars, some of which never fade and remain as permanent reminders. I imagine the fact that you lost to me repeatedly has become such a scar for you.
What are you trying to say?
You cant erase scars. They are, quite literally, scars. However, how you choose to deal with them is entirely up to you.
Suddenly, Zaifa pointed to her chest. Beneath her tattered clothes, a long scar was etched. It was the mark left by Naviroses blade. She extended her hand for a handshake to Navirose.
Ive never once felt ashamed of this scar.
You
Navirose looked up at Zaifa, her gaze intense. Perhaps because the tiger spoke so impressively, she seemed like a granddaughter standing in front of her grandmother, despite usually appearing mature. After hesitating for a moment, Navirose clasped Zaifas hand. It was a historic moment. After a light handshake, Zaifa turned away.
Then Ill be waiting for the third challenge. Farewell, Ronan.
With those words, Zaifa leaped away, making almost no sound upon landing or takeoff. With a single leap, she reached the pedestal where she had been standing. Ronan, still watching Zaifa converse with Allogin, spoke up.
She doesnt seem particularly dangerous, does she?
The atmosphere has changed a lot. Ultimately, does all hatred fade away with time?
Hatred What exactly happened with Zaifa in the past?
Ronan asked, a long-standing curiosity. What could have happened to Zaifa in the past that made her issue such warnings? Navirose, who had been staring at Ronan, turned her head calmly.
Why dont you ask her yourself. Arent you close enough to drink together? Come to think of it, weve never had a drink together.
Ah, why is an adult so upset about something like that? So childish.
Im not upset.
With that, she walked briskly out of the arena, leaving Ronan behind. Only then did the officials, who had been watching cautiously, rush over to start clearing away Nodreks remains. The symmetrically dissected corpse was not a pleasant sight to linger on. Ronan watched as they swept the entrails into a bucket, hands in his pockets. Allogin, overseeing the process, tilted his head.
Hmm Arent you leaving?
Its my turn anyway. Besides, I have the right to choose.
True, but why dont you rest a bit? Youve been through a lot.
Shullifen narrowed his eyes. Without a word, Ronan uncorked the bottle. Since there were no cups, he drank straight from the bottle. The liquid going down his throat was sweet. After taking a few sips, Ronan offered the bottle to Shullifen.
Do you want some?
Of course, thanks.
Yeah, alright. I thought so Huh?
Ronans eyes widened. He had expected a refusal, so it was an unexpected response. Taking the bottle offered by Ronan, Shullifen boldly tilted his head back and drank the liquor. Watching him gulp down the strong drink, Ronan exclaimed in shock,
Hey, thats quite potent!
Well its better that way.
Do you have something troubling you? Like, did you blurt out some nonsense about proposing to my sister after returning or something?
No. Its to calm my excitement since earlier Its not over just because I received praise from the Sword Saint.
Ronan chuckled dryly. So, he was drinking to calm his inflated ego after receiving praise from Zaifa. Ronan had seen many people drink to forget their troubles, but this was a novel reason. Snatching the bottle back, Ronan shook his head.
Youre insane. Youre probably the only one who drinks for a reason like that.
We must always strive our best to survive. So we can protect the weak
Alright, alright, just drink moderately. Your tone when you mumble reminds me of Elizabeth.
Suddenly, memories of Elizabeth, drunk on the airship heading to the Dawn Magic Tower, came to mind. What trials had he endured to stop her from using fire magic inside the wooden ship? Ronan was about to say something when Shullifen, who had been silently mumbling, spoke up.
Ronan.
Huh?
I miss Miss Iril.
Damn it.
Ronans face contorted. Shullifen lowered his head deeply and began praising Iril, his vocabulary seeming enough to fill a book.
Ronan couldnt stand being with this drunkard, so he was about to gulp down the alcohol to pass out. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and it opened. A woman dressed as a guide appeared.
Excuse me Participant 44? Ah, there you are. Im glad.
Huh? Whats going on?
Please accept this. I came to deliver this.
The woman cautiously extended a letter envelope. The envelope was quite luxurious, with a magical seal engraved on it that would ignite if anyone other than the intended recipient attempted to open it. Ronan raised an eyebrow.
Who sent this?
Its from Mr. Russell, who was murdered by the Ferocious Sword this morning. We found it while cleaning up the lodging, and it was addressed to you.
Russell?
The woman nodded, then left the room. She seemed quite busy, perhaps due to the recent events involving the Ferocious Sword. Ronan scratched his head and tore open the letter envelope. Unlike the envelope, the letter inside was made of ordinary paper. Small letters filled one side of the paper.
What did you write that made you put so much effort into it?
Ronan slowly began reading the letter. The beginning and middle were what he had expected. Apologies for my rudeness. Thank you for your help. I truly trust you, but I want to make sure to finish things off firmly
The letter detailed a plan to ambush the Ferocious Sword, concocted with the participants of Aran Parzan. A plan that ended in a miserable failure, leaving everyone torn to pieces. Ronan clicked his tongue as he read.
Damn it.
If he had just stayed still, no one would have had to die. The taste of the alcohol suddenly seemed to diminish. Even though he had read up to that point, there was still about half of the content left. Ronans eyes widened as he read the middle and later parts of the letter. The location and internal structure of the ruins where he had encountered the Ferocious Sword, along with information he had gathered while tracking the Ferocious Sword, were all written there.
This stupid old man
Ronan let out a deep sigh. Among the information were also the locations of places presumed to be bases of the Nebula Clazier. It was incredibly valuable information. It seemed that deploying Imperial troops here would likely be his first mission as the Dawn.
The moment on the cliff where Ronan had threatened him flashed before his eyes. Even the female knight Riley, who sat across from him drinking, came to mind. Folding the letter neatly, Ronan muttered as he grabbed the bottle.
Rest well.
Ronan downed the liquor. With its robust flavor, the scent of the Millennium Snowflower filled his mouth. The end of the journey was imminent. Tomorrow, he would finally set foot in the Holy Land.
[TL/N: looks like this arc is finally coming to an end, a lot of things have happened my favorite part was def when Ronan saw mommy Navirose in the pond hehe~ comment your fav part bellow]
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Chapter 174HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodYou were right. The culprit is clear. Zaifa spoke. The bisected body of Nodrek was convulsing at her feet. Ronan frowned as he looked at the wound on her chest.Damn it, did you really have to confirm it like that? Hurry up and get treated.Its fine, its just a scratch. Zaifa shook her head. It was an ignorant verification method. Of course, there was no better way to determine who the sword marks belonged to, but it was certainly a rash method. Red blood was seeping out over the coarse fur. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.A single strike.Huh?I ended this bugs life in a single strike. If I estimate the time it took, it was probably less than a second. Do you know what that means?A murky sadness flickered beyond her red eyes. Zaifa, who had been rummaging through her pockets, pulled something out. Dozens of flat insignias made of metal were threaded onto a long, thin leather strap. Ronan and Naviroses eyes widened. They were recognition tags issued to imperial soldiers.If I had been with my subordinates just for a second longer, all of this wouldnt have happened.The sound of grinding metal was poignant. Ronan was about to say something but stopped himself. Allowing the attack to happen, even though he could have easily prevented it, was his own way of mourning and atonement. Ronan gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath.Fuck.There were accomplices. At least two more.Yeah. People who can handle a sword better than this guy.We need to catch them all before summer comes. If youre willing to cooperate, come find me.Ronan nodded his head. They were going to catch them as soon as possible anyway. Zaifa, putting away the recognition tags, turned to Navirose.Youve become sharper. It seems like your Aura still has not manifestedHow did you know that!I can tell just by looking at you. In respect, let me give you a piece of advice.Navirose didnt respond, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Zaifa spoke with a more serious tone.Life is about walking through storms. People naturally end up with countless scars, some of which never fade and remain as permanent reminders. I imagine the fact that you lost to me repeatedly has become such a scar for you.What are you trying to say?You cant erase scars. They are, quite literally, scars. However, how you choose to deal with them is entirely up to you.Suddenly, Zaifa pointed to her chest. Beneath her tattered clothes, a long scar was etched. It was the mark left by Naviroses blade. She extended her hand for a handshake to Navirose.Ive never once felt ashamed of this scar.YouNavirose looked up at Zaifa, her gaze intense. Perhaps because the tiger spoke so impressively, she seemed like a granddaughter standing in front of her grandmother, despite usually appearing mature. After hesitating for a moment, Navirose clasped Zaifas hand. It was a historic moment. After a light handshake, Zaifa turned away.Then Ill be waiting for the third challenge. Farewell, Ronan.With those words, Zaifa leaped away, making almost no sound upon landing or takeoff. With a single leap, she reached the pedestal where she had been standing. Ronan, still watching Zaifa converse with Allogin, spoke up.She doesnt seem particularly dangerous, does she?The atmosphere has changed a lot. Ultimately, does all hatred fade away with time?Hatred What exactly happened with Zaifa in the past?Ronan asked, a long-standing curiosity. What could have happened to Zaifa in the past that made her issue such warnings? Navirose, who had been staring at Ronan, turned her head calmly.Why dont you ask her yourself. Arent you close enough to drink together? Come to think of it, weve never had a drink together.Ah, why is an adult so upset about something like that? So childish.Im not upset.With that, she walked briskly out of the arena, leaving Ronan behind. Only then did the officials, who had been watching cautiously, rush over to start clearing away Nodreks remains. The symmetrically dissected corpse was not a pleasant sight to linger on. Ronan watched as they swept the entrails into a bucket, hands in his pockets. Allogin, overseeing the process, tilted his head.Hmm Arent you leaving?Its my turn anyway. Besides, I have the right to choose.True, but why dont you rest a bit? Youve been through a lot.Shullifen narrowed his eyes. Without a word, Ronan uncorked the bottle. Since there were no cups, he drank straight from the bottle. The liquid going down his throat was sweet. After taking a few sips, Ronan offered the bottle to Shullifen.Do you want some?Of course, thanks.Yeah, alright. I thought so Huh?Ronans eyes widened. He had expected a refusal, so it was an unexpected response. Taking the bottle offered by Ronan, Shullifen boldly tilted his head back and drank the liquor. Watching him gulp down the strong drink, Ronan exclaimed in shock,Hey, thats quite potent!Well its better that way.Do you have something troubling you? Like, did you blurt out some nonsense about proposing to my sister after returning or something?No. Its to calm my excitement since earlier Its not over just because I received praise from the Sword Saint.Ronan chuckled dryly. So, he was drinking to calm his inflated ego after receiving praise from Zaifa. Ronan had seen many people drink to forget their troubles, but this was a novel reason. Snatching the bottle back, Ronan shook his head.Youre insane. Youre probably the only one who drinks for a reason like that.We must always strive our best to survive. So we can protect the weakAlright, alright, just drink moderately. Your tone when you mumble reminds me of Elizabeth.Suddenly, memories of Elizabeth, drunk on the airship heading to the Dawn Magic Tower, came to mind. What trials had he endured to stop her from using fire magic inside the wooden ship? Ronan was about to say something when Shullifen, who had been silently mumbling, spoke up.Ronan.Huh?I miss Miss Iril.Damn it.Ronans face contorted. Shullifen lowered his head deeply and began praising Iril, his vocabulary seeming enough to fill a book.Ronan couldnt stand being with this drunkard, so he was about to gulp down the alcohol to pass out. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and it opened. A woman dressed as a guide appeared.Excuse me Participant 44? Ah, there you are. Im glad.Huh? Whats going on?Please accept this. I came to deliver this.The woman cautiously extended a letter envelope. The envelope was quite luxurious, with a magical seal engraved on it that would ignite if anyone other than the intended recipient attempted to open it. Ronan raised an eyebrow.Who sent this?Its from Mr. Russell, who was murdered by the Ferocious Sword this morning. We found it while cleaning up the lodging, and it was addressed to you.Russell?The woman nodded, then left the room. She seemed quite busy, perhaps due to the recent events involving the Ferocious Sword. Ronan scratched his head and tore open the letter envelope. Unlike the envelope, the letter inside was made of ordinary paper. Small letters filled one side of the paper.What did you write that made you put so much effort into it?Ronan slowly began reading the letter. The beginning and middle were what he had expected. Apologies for my rudeness. Thank you for your help. I truly trust you, but I want to make sure to finish things off firmlyThe letter detailed a plan to ambush the Ferocious Sword, concocted with the participants of Aran Parzan. A plan that ended in a miserable failure, leaving everyone torn to pieces. Ronan clicked his tongue as he read.Damn it.If he had just stayed still, no one would have had to die. The taste of the alcohol suddenly seemed to diminish. Even though he had read up to that point, there was still about half of the content left. Ronans eyes widened as he read the middle and later parts of the letter. The location and internal structure of the ruins where he had encountered the Ferocious Sword, along with information he had gathered while tracking the Ferocious Sword, were all written there.This stupid old manRonan let out a deep sigh. Among the information were also the locations of places presumed to be bases of the Nebula Clazier. It was incredibly valuable information. It seemed that deploying Imperial troops here would likely be his first mission as the Dawn.The moment on the cliff where Ronan had threatened him flashed before his eyes. Even the female knight Riley, who sat across from him drinking, came to mind. Folding the letter neatly, Ronan muttered as he grabbed the bottle.Rest well.Ronan downed the liquor. With its robust flavor, the scent of the Millennium Snowflower filled his mouth. The end of the journey was imminent. Tomorrow, he would finally set foot in the Holy Land.TL/N: looks like this arc is finally coming to an end, a lot of things have happened my favorite part was def when Ronan saw mommy Navirose in the pond hehe~ comment your fav part bellowHEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
