I Became the Academy's Disabled Student-Chapter 317: Dragon out of the cradle (2)

- Whoosh!

As I stepped out of the restaurant, a cold wind greeted me.

The strong wind blew my robe away, and on top of the robe that didn’t come off, pure white snowflakes fell.

‘Where am I?’

I tapped my smartwatch to open the map.

‘Is it western Russia? Central? No, it seems to be on the border.’

Russia was one of the countries that perished after the Great Cataclysm.

The reason was simple.

I was just unlucky. It was because a 3rd-tier monster burst out of the capital city right at the beginning of the Great Cataclysm.

It was a time that was even called the Dark Ages.

In an era where even the quality of superhuman power was low, there was no way I could easily defeat a 3rd-tier monster.

To begin with, I didn’t have the skills to deal with the dungeons and monsters that appeared in the vast country.

As a result, the current Russian region is currently being occupied by various forces.

Since there are so many dungeons and monsters that have been neglected and left without owners, it is also a region that is often used as a hunting ground.

There are cases where such an area is treated like a gold mine and then changed into a demonic realm in the original work... Anyway.

‘Hmm...’

The snow is falling so hard that it seems like there is a hole in the sky, and even my feet are covered with snow.

The snow has piled up to my knees. It is cumbersome to keep pushing through.

Even while walking lightly to avoid sinking into the snow, the snow that is falling from the sky is piling up on my body.

‘The weather is really fucking bad.’

The cold air that clings to the outside of the robe is so strong.

If the robe had not had built-in thermal magic, the cold would have seeped into my bones rather than my outer clothing.

If you run at a fast speed, you won’t be able to pinpoint the entrance on the other side, so you’ll have to move at a constant speed and endure the blizzard.

For me, who hates the cold, it’s an environment I don’t want to set foot in.

‘Was the Changhae family in a similar environment to this?’

... After thinking about it for a moment, I think I might need to adapt.

‘Let’s go.’

A sound was caught at the edge of the observation range.

It was easy to say, but in reality, it was a distance that would change the entire area.

Although there wasn’t much time, I calmly walked while checking my posture in case something happened.

[Contact: Teacher (and 5 others)]

▶ Me: (Salute puppy emoticon)

▶ Me: That’s it!

▶ Me: I miss you ㅠㅠ

I didn’t forget to send a text message in the middle. If I forget this, I don’t know what kind of harassment I’ll get when I get back.

‘... ... ’

As I was sending a text message, I suddenly felt a sense of body heat and scent that I hadn’t felt before, and I felt depressed.

Since I had been wandering around outside for a while, the smell of my body had long since disappeared.

‘Ugh.’

I sighed and hurried my steps, as if I was a puppy suffering from separation anxiety.

* * *

The independent city of Vologda is surrounded by a wall.

It is not a castle built by simply piling up stones.

It is a physical barrier that blocks monsters, and a wall with engraved spells as the boundary of a barrier that protects the city.

The gate of Vologda was the same as always.

A few monsters from outside rushed in, a few people passed by, and a few vehicles carrying supplies came and went.

“Stop.”

The guard who had been yawning and looking around tightened his weapons.

A person approaching the gate through the snowstorm.

The guards nearby also took up their weapons. The guard, who was the leader of this group, took a step forward.

“This is the independent city of Bologna. If you want to pass, prove your identity.”

In this kind of weather, he is wearing a robe that is turned inside out, so his face cannot be seen properly.

That is why he should be on guard, but that is not working well.

He feels something akin to nobility from the outside, and he is reluctant to treat him carelessly.

- Ssuk

The moment the robed person put his hand into his bosom, he was on guard, but what came out was an ordinary ID card.

“Hmm...”

It was not ordinary. The guard read the identity written on the ID card, and after confirming that it was genuine by channeling his magic, he let out a small sigh.

The organization that issued the ID card was the association.

Although the association’s influence in the gray zone is not great, it cannot be completely ignored.

In fact, such real ID cards from the association are commonly used in the gray zone.

The reason the guard was silent was because the target of his status was quite high-ranking.

No matter how little influence he had, if he injured someone from the association, he might be pressured.

“... Yes, Lady Guinevere. It has been confirmed.”

Guinevere. The name of a high-ranking person wearing a robe.

Because of his status, he could skip most of the inspection procedures.

Guinevere bowed her head slightly without saying a word and entered the gate that the guards had opened.

The soldiers felt a strange sensation that was difficult to describe even as Guinevere brushed past them.

The new guard who had just started his shift stared blankly at Guinevere’s back and muttered.

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“Guinevere? As expected of a high-ranking person, your name is noble.”

“Hey, be quiet. You’ll get caught for nothing.”

“Ah, yes.”

“And report to the central association that a distinguished guest has arrived.”

The guard who gave that order suddenly turned his gaze inside the city gate.

A neatly paved stone road stretched out in a straight line, and people and vehicles, wrapped tightly to endure the cold, were walking along it.

Commercial and residential buildings were intricately mixed on both sides of the road, but the smoke from the chimneys gave off the impression of human life.

“Wow...”

In between, the guard stared at the back of the distinguished guest named Guinevere who had just entered the city, feeling a vague sense of unease.

* * *

Superhumans are high-income earners who are hard to even describe.

Even heroes and hunters who are not considered high-level can make much more money than ordinary people.

What if we raise the level even further? At some point, there is no need to worry about the money it takes to live a normal life.

The money that was left over was either saved, invested in potions or weapons to improve one’s skills, or used for leisure activities.

“Can we stay here like this?”

“What?”

Spada, a relatively skilled superhuman, was the type to gamble.

The independent city of Bologda. Spada, who was absentmindedly burning money in a gambling house inside the city, shrugged his shoulders at his subordinate’s question.

“Can we do something else during the mission?”

“Yes...”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do. We’ve been running around for days now, so we should rest for a day or so. How we rest during that time is up to each individual, right?”

Spada’s body and mind aren’t so weak that they’ll break down from this kind of forced march, but he needs to relieve his fatigue when he has time to relax so that he can be more comfortable later.

Plus, since the mission didn’t yield any results, he has no motivation.

“To me, this is rest. Dopamine, right? “The excitement that comes from betting money and winning is so addictive.”

“It’s only small money, isn’t it?”

“Even small money has its own charm. Just like now.”

Spada flipped over the cards on the table. Immediately after, he looked over the flipped cards on the other side.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“The odds of winning don’t seem to be very good...”

“Be quiet.”

It was a dud. Spada’s face crumpled and he pushed the chips he had bet on the table.

“I’ll gratefully accept it~”

“I’ll get those back soon, so flip over the cards.”

Even the opponent’s provocation. The provocation of a guy who would disappear without leaving a single wave of his hand was unparalleled.

Spada trembled and urged the dealer.

- Squeak...

“... Huh?”

That was when someone was added to the table where only the two of them had been sitting.

Spada stared at the robe sitting diagonally.

The robe was a little worn and worn. Judging by the small body, it was probably a woman? Or maybe just a small man.

He couldn't be sure. It was because of the perception-impairing magic that worked on the robe wearer.

'Or a nobleman?'

But the atmosphere is strange.

Classy? Noble? Even though he has cognitive impairment, his outward appearance is quite distinct.

‘... What is this?’

Sitting down at the round table right away? It’s not strange. It’s normal to join the game before it starts.

The strange thing is.

I barely felt his presence right before he sat down.

In other words, if he had made an ambush, it might have worked.

A rare power player in this boring area.

Then, a recent rumor suddenly popped into his head.

Spada’s face hardened, and his subordinate, who was standing behind him and watching the game, also became more tense.

“I’ll stop here.”

The other participant, who had read the ominous mood, stood up quietly.

Spada, who would not have allowed him to take the money and run away, didn’t have the luxury of worrying about him right now.

“... There are two participants. Let’s start the game again.”

The dealer also wants to run away. However, if he runs away because the atmosphere is strange, he might lose his job overnight. In the end, the dealer started the game with tears in his eyes.

The cards were dealt to the participants.

Spada stared at Rob without even looking at the cards in front of him.

“Who are you? Judging by your skill at hiding your presence, you don’t seem to be an ordinary player.”

[I just sat down to gamble, so do I have to go around asking about my personal life?]

“It’s not necessary. But I can ask out of curiosity.”

[Is that so?]

Rob shrugged and rubbed the cards lying face down on the table.

[I think the one who asks should introduce themselves first.]

‘Are you a real nobleman?’

There was an incomprehensible nobility in his tone and actions. Spada wiggled his eyebrows.

“Forte. The back is Poible. What’s your name?”

[My name is Guinevere]

“Guinevere...? What a cool name.”

[Thank you for the compliment]

A brief exchange of questions and answers. Spada spit out a fake name. It doesn’t seem like the person who revealed Guinevere would have spit out his real name right away.

‘I’m also being treated for cognitive impairment.’

The magic tool hanging from his waist is still working. The subordinate behind him is the same. For now, this person is hiding his identity.

‘......’

It’s not pleasant to meet someone with power in a place like this.

If it were normal, he wouldn’t have reacted so sensitively.

The reason Spada is reacting so sensitively now is because of the rumors that have been spreading around here recently.

“Hey, do you know that you’re Mu-myeon?”

I didn’t think I could find out more by looking at him, so I asked him directly.

[Mumyeon?]

“Uh. He appeared in China half a year ago, and his killing skills are amazing. He quickly became notorious.”

Mumyeon.

The reason he got that name is because he wears a mask with no eye holes.

If that were all, it would have ended with him being known as a strange guy.

“Did dozens of his base forces go to him in the span of two weeks? There’s a story that he got involved with the Twin-Headed Dragon who became his commander, and since he hasn’t been seen since, there’s also a story that he was killed by the Twin-Headed Dragon...”

However, Mumyeon showed flashy behavior in a short period of time, and then disappeared cleanly.

“What else? Since the association is so arrogant and takes advantage of things, there are rumors that he’s the executive branch.”

If they were the Association Executives, I could understand. They were so secretive and changed their identities as easily as eating.

It wouldn’t be strange if they changed their identities right after finishing their mission.

Because of their status, Spada was uncomfortable meeting Association figures.

“But I heard they’ve come out again recently. There are a lot of rumors that they’re waving around like lice.”

Spada stared at the lower part of the mask that was visible under his robe and asked.

“Are you connected to them?”

Silence fell around them. In the darkened gambling hall, only a few people remained.

Those who were quick-witted quickly ran away, and those who weren’t quick-witted quickly followed the group that quickly disappeared.

- Squeak...

At the faint creaking of the chair, the person who revealed herself as Guinevere shrugged her shoulders.

[The card on the far left is the 3 of hearts.]

“What?”

Spada frowned at the unexpected answer. Then, after closing his mouth for a moment, he turned over the leftmost card that was dealt to him.

[3♡]

“... ... ”

[Nine of Spades, Seven of Diamonds, Three of Clubs, Queen of Diamonds]

He turned over the cards in order from the left.

[9♤] [7◇] [3♧] [Q◇]

[That’s a mess. If I had played like that, I would have won.]

Guinevere turned over her own cards.

[A♡] [K♡] [Q♡] [J♡] [10♡]

A, K, Q, J, 10 of the same suit

It was a royal straight flush, a combination that is often said to be a sure win.

“Hmm...”

Spada drooled.

“You’re talented. So, what does this have to do with Mu-myeon?”

[Well, I don't know. Forte? Or Spada Sverd?]

"Hey, fuck."

Spada, who had his face crumpled, cursed.

There was no hesitation. His arm swung wildly and split the air.

His arm, which was not properly wrapped around his sword. They were too far apart to touch. His arm did not extend long enough.

However, the air split at his gesture.

The round table split in half. The chair Guinevere was sitting on, the soft light hanging from the ceiling, and the ceiling all split in a straight line.

- Crunch!

A belated cutting sound was heard, and the things that had been split in half fell apart without strength.

The robe was not cut at all. And it disappeared like a ghost.

A mistake that should not be made in a battle where life or death is determined by one choice.

Spada knew well what to do at a time like this.

- Crunch...!

He filled his fist with strength. His fist It doesn’t grab. Magic is condensed inside, and its uniqueness is oozing out.

Soon, it shakes its hands in all directions as if scraping them off.

- Kwagagagagak!

The intangible slaughter that had been gathered in its palm swept in all directions. The indiscriminate waves of slaughter, regardless of whether it was an enemy or an ally, tore through all directions.

There wasn’t even a single piece of debris left where the slaughter had stopped. Snowflakes poured down like rain from the empty sky.

“... ... ”

Spada’s hardened expression didn’t loosen.

“Huh, huff...”

[Are you okay?]

Two dolls landed a little far away. One was Guinevere in robes, and the other was a dealer who was obviously swept up in the slaughter.

Guinevere wiggled her fingers at the dealer’s gasping for breath as if he was hyperventilating.

[I'll send you far away, so run on your own from then on. And grab someone and tell them as much as possible about the situation.]

"Uh, yes, yes...! Thank you very much...!"

The dealer's body floated up and flew far away.

Psychokinesis? Wind magic? While Spada was analyzing, Guinevere took a step forward, dusting off the dust on her shoulder.

[Spada Sverid. A first-class wanted criminal officially recognized by the association, whose main crime is mass murder of civilians.]

"Looking at the idiot who's memorizing the wanted poster, he must be the executive branch. Damn it."

[He must be a criminal because he suddenly attacked because his identity was revealed.]

The cognitive impairment magic was lifted due to the reaction of the intense fighting.

Black hair, black eyes. A sharp-looking man, Spada.

He sharply focused his eyes on the mask without eye holes visible under the robe on the other side.

[Maybe it was a misunderstanding... [Do you have any reason to do so?]

In response to Guinevere's question, Spada looked around and answered.

"... If you do, will you just let me go?"

[If you are taken away quietly, you can be given leniency.]

"That's a bit much. Even if the death penalty is reduced, it's permanent imprisonment.

Right. I want to live a free life where I can gamble and practice kendo.”

[If killing and slaughtering a hundred thousand people is just gambling, why don’t I just give up?]

Guinevere, who was cold and thoughtful, nodded.

[Actually, that’s not what I wanted to ask.]

Spada Sverd. A first-class wanted criminal registered with the association.

[Where is your head, Hong Yeonjun?]

Hong Yeonjun. The younger brother of Hong Jinseon, the current head of the Gaphwa family.

A son of a bitch who brought shame to the history of the Gaphwa family and hurt the family and family that Hong Yeonhwa loved.

At the same time, a bastard who burned down my house for some reason.

Spada Sverd is the guy who follows Hong Yeonjun.

“Hong Yeonjun? Who is that? Are you looking for me?” [The traces of the fear I asked you are blatant]

The traces of the heterogeneous fear I asked him were one of the evidences.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Traces of fear? It was nonsense that Spada couldn’t understand with his common sense.

But the other side seemed to be strangely certain. Spada couldn’t straighten his wrinkled expression and took a stance.

“...Common sense would not be purely disadvantageous, right?”

[Common sense would not be able to ask nicely]

Guinevere, Lee Ha-yool raised both arms while grumbling.

Kwarrrr! A red aura poured out from the tips of his elegantly raised fingers.

Spada’s face hardened at the eerie sight that seemed as if everything was soaked in blood.

Magic-Friendly Expansion Ability

Homogeneity - Blood Cloud

Like a memory of a certain day, the blood-red fog that swayed around Lee Ha-yul.

[Savior Correction System: Extinction Island]

[Check the connection with the main quest "Tower of Purgatory"]

[Assist the Savior]

...

[Savior Correction System: Salvation Island]

[Check the mental state "Salvation" "Goodwill"]

[Assist the Savior]