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Ah, dammit.
Ronans eyes widened as he looked inside the box. Inside the silk-lined interior lay black and semi-transparent shards of tal, remnants of Lamancha that had been shattered during the fight with Darman.
Well, they managed to find it,
Ronan murmured with a mixture of admiration in his voice. Honestly, he had thought they would never find it amidst the massive collapse. The sight of Parzan officials still working tirelessly like mules was a comforting thought, even if he couldnt see them.
Carefully, he wrapped the shards in the silk spread on the floor. It was a bit disappointing, but it was a good outco. The shell of Cita was a precious material that couldnt be replaced. Surely, there would be opportunities for recycling.
Maybe it wouldnt be a bad idea to visit a different blacksmith this ti, instead of Doron. But
Ronan raised an eyebrow. The box was unreasonably heavy for its contents. The cause beca apparent as soon as he removed the compartnt containing Lamanchas fragnts; another space revealed itself beneath.
Why did they send so much?
White tal shards were piled up haphazardly. Each piece seed quite hefty, giving off a starkly contrasting impression compared to Lamancha. It was undoubtedly the wreckage of Ymir, destroyed in the battle against Darman.
I cant use this.
Ronan chuckled as he examined the shards. Though he had received them as a favor, even to his untrained eye, their condition seed far from favorable. Unlike Lamancha, which could potentially be restored into a weapon, it seed like everything here needed to be lted down and repurposed entirely.
One fortunate aspect was that the hilt seed intact. Ronan untied the bandages wrapped around it.
Material made from ripped pages of Virja. Perhaps the power resonating with his second core stemd from here. Reflecting on the word resonance, Ronan flicked his fingers.
It might be useful after all.
If his thoughts played out as he envisioned, there could be decent recycling potential. The power Ymir possessed was ultimately a type of shared sense.
Ronan promptly drafted a production request to be sent to Gran Cappadocia. It was intended for individuals like Iril and Lucy, innocent and good-hearted. He didnt know when he would leave Philleon again, so it was prudent to hurry the production process.
When Ronan removed the compartnt containing Ymirs shards, the floor was revealed. A piece of parchnt was spread out like a mat.
Whats this now?
Ronan picked up the parchnt.
To the owner of the Holy Sword. Participant 44.
Allogins letter was concise. In just a few lines, he expressed gratitude for saving himself and Parzan, along with a brief update. It was straightforward, making it easy to read without any unnecessary formalities.
As Ronan had anticipated, the elders took the recent attack very seriously. Information about Nebula Clazier and their special organization, Lycopos, was relayed to every continent.
It was ntioned that the sword Darman used and the bodies of his followers were collected and undergoing analysis. Ronan nodded satisfactorily.
I hope sothing useful cos out of the analysis.
The letter concluded with a promise that hed co visit the Holy Sword once the situation was resolved. Despite the ssy handwriting and brevity, it carried sincere sentints. Suddenly, a postscript caught Ronans attention.
Ill introduce you to a suitable forge for the Holy Sword. Ill send a map along with it.
Following that was a ntion that he and other elders had included letters of recomndation. Below the letter was a map indicating the forges location. Given that the coastline was to the north, it seed to be situated in Heiran, the northernmost part of the continent, as ntioned above.
The north, huh?
Ronan rubbed his chin, intrigued. If swordsn who once dominated the past era esteed it so highly, the forge must be quite remarkable.
Although he had spent so ti in the north in his past life as a Punishnt Soldier, he had never ventured as far as Heiran. It was Adeshans holand, and once the territory occupied by the Beastn Alliance led by Zaifa. Sohow, he had a premonition that his next destination had already been decided.
I guess Ill have to get a set of leather armor.
When he took out the map, the box was empty. Ronan quickly wrote a reply to Allogin and prepared to go out. Though there was still so ti left, it was better to set off sooner rather than later to secure a good spot.
Well then, shall I go?
Having finished his preparations, Ronan set off. As he stepped out of the dormitory, a golden light poured over his face. The weather was warm, but the wind felt cool. It was reminiscent of the day he had entered the academy.
****
As usual, the entrance ceremony for the 780th batch was held in the main square. Stands and platforms conjured by Katirs magic were already set up.
mbers of the Elite Adventure Club had already taken the front rows of the stand. Aselle, noticing Ronan, waved his hand.
R-Ronan! Over here!
Youre here early.
Ronan sat down next to Aselle. Normally, only second-year students, excluding freshn, were expected to attend, but if there were no classes, students were free to watch the ceremony.
Marya was nervously biting her thumbnail, her expression tense. Shullifen, who was absent during the sparring with Ronan, sat quietly with his arms crossed, as if he had received the information.
Even Ophelia, who would usually be sleeping, seed to be nodding off while sitting up, indicating her curiosity about Navardose. Marya turned to Ronan and spoke.
Ronan. Is it really true that the dragon is coming? I havent heard anything.
neither. Its strange that a graduating class would attend an entrance ceremony.
Braum nodded in agreent. It seed they were the only ones aware of Navardoses impending arrival.
Despite the approaching start ti, the students were still entering the grandstand with a relaxed attitude. Observing the relatively calm scene, Ronan whistled.
Katir really outdid himself with the preparations.
There was quite a distance from the speculation that there wouldnt be any room to move. Controlling information even among students seed far-fetched. Besides, if they had caused a commotion by revealing it, it would have caused various problems. As Ronan looked around the grandstand, he chuckled.
Hmm?
At the front row, there was a gentleman wearing a coat, sitting about five seats away from Ronan, reading a newspaper. Despite a stylish top hat covering his eyes, Ronan recognized him imdiately.
Ha, dammit.
Ronan couldnt help but chuckle in disbelief. Whether he intended to conceal himself or not was unclear. Rising quietly from his seat, he made his way towards the gentleman. Shullifen glanced at Ronan and spoke.
Where are you going?
Ill be back in just a mont. Dont worry about , so just focus on the ceremony.
Nonchalantly, Ronan plopped down beside the gentleman in the coat. Instantly, an intense aura surrounded him from all directions.
Looking around, Ronan noticed people of various appearances glaring at him. Kind-looking parents, cleaning maids, and even so students. The gentleman spoke first.
The weather is nice, isnt it?
Yes, it is.
Your expression seems subtle. Is sothing on your mind?
Ronan chuckled at the question. What was this man really up to? Well, he had to play along until he was satisfied.
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I was just reminded of three years ago. Back then, my sister sat here and watched enter the academy.
Haha, that must be nostalgic. You look quite mature, so what brings you here?
A friend of mine is entering, so I ca to watch. His mother is a great noblewon, but she insisted on attending as a parent, causing quite a bit of trouble.
Is that so Seems like were in similar situations.
The gentleman let out a subdued laugh. Ronan couldnt help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Without turning his head, the gentleman continued speaking.
Its quite refreshing to see you like this, Your Majesty.
I simply couldnt afford not to co.
The Emperor disguised as a gentleman flipped through a newspaper. At that mont, the intense aura that had been piercing Ronan softened. Those who had been glaring at him now seed to be playing their assigned roles as if nothing had happened.
Whats with this I an, your appearance?
Doesnt it suit ? Ive always wanted to try sothing like this.
What about the Empire?
Seeing the Mother of Fire is a part of my royal duty, is it? Well I consider it quite an important matter, though.
I see.
Ronan nodded. It was an irrefutable argunt.
Balon 44th had attended the entrance ceremony in disguise. He wanted to see Navardose, but didnt want to cause a commotion. Around him, dozens of imperial guards disguised themselves to perform their escort duties.
Its fortunate that you seem to be recovering well. I was worried.
I may have overdone it a bit. My apologies um, is this how you do it?
Usually, you dont cross your legs like that. And you should take your hands out of your pockets.
Ahaha.
Of course, it doesnt matter for the current , as I am Denifer Roaster, a mber of the rchant Guild.
The Emperor chuckled softly, seeming quite imrsed in the role-playing. A few bodyguards standing directly behind him stared at Ronan as if they wanted to kill him.
I read your report well. Youve made remarkable contributions from your first mission.
You flatter .
I should acknowledge your efforts. Let know if you need anything.
I dont particularly need anything Ill think about it slowly.
Ronan shook his head. It seed like a lot of people were eager to give away things these days, including Navardose. About thirty minutes later, the grandstand was filled with spectators.
The second-year students, who would surprise the freshn with a warm welco, were lined up on one side of the main square. Before long, the fresh-faced newcors stepped into the square, as if bursting with energy, despite so still carrying traces of winters grasp.
Oh, theyre here.
So of them were seen when the continent was still engulfed in winter. Itargand was walking casually, blending in with the crowd.
Sothing interesting must be happening.
It was much more interesting than receiving new recruits in the Punishnt Squad, who might even die tomorrow. Katir, standing on the podium, addressed the freshn.
Welco, everyone. I am Krava Katir, the current principal of Philleon Academy.
Cheers erupted. It seed they had managed to resolve things sohow, judging by the improved expressions. Navardose had yet to appear. Behind him stood a tense group of faculty mbers, presumably having heard the news.
Before we begin the entrance ceremony, I would like to introduce soone to you. Please welco our distinguished guest who has co from afar. Lets greet them with a big round of applause.
A guest?
Who could it be?
The previously calm grandstand started to buzz with curiosity. Katir let out a aningful laugh, suggesting he had planned sothing.
Suddenly turning, he reached out towards an empty space next to him. Suddenly, as if materializing out of thin air, a majestic chair reminiscent of a throne appeared. Katir, with a slight pause, began speaking.
Now, lets welco them. The Primordial Fla and the Wings of the Divine, Navar Hmm?
What?
Ronan furrowed his brows. Katir, who was speaking, froze. The chair was there, but Navardose, who should have been sitting on it, was nowhere to be seen. Katir couldnt hide his confusion and muttered.
H-hold on, where did he?
The faculty mbers began to murmur as well. Sothing was going wrong. It was supposed to be a speech directed towards the bewildered freshn. Pwaaah! Suddenly, a gigantic magic circle appeared in the sky above the main square. Simultaneously, a mana storm swept through the square.
Aaarghhh!
Wh-whats happening all of a sudden?!
Screams erupted from all over. The transparent barrier that Katir had set up for the surprise welco shattered into pieces. The second-year students, now revealed, were in disarray.
Th-the barrier?!
My clubs promotional banner is flying away!
It was utter chaos. The sudden appearance of the seniors startled the freshn, but unfortunately, there were far too many sources of astonishnt at the mont.
The gigantic magic circle, large enough to cover the entire field of vision, had individual lines glowing like lava. Soon, the center of the magic circle opened up, revealing the head of a massive dragon. The sheer size, surpassing that of most buildings, overwheld even Katir, who ended up screaming in terror.
Aaaah!
Mom.
Itargand, looking up at the sky, muttered in disbelief. Now, people were fainting left and right.
Then, from the rolling eyes of the dragon, a bright flash emitted. For a mont, everyone in the main square closed their eyes.
When they opened them again, they saw a woman sitting in the vacant chair. Her red dress and her hair flowing gracefully down her shoulders, shimring in a color reminiscent of the dragons scales seen just monts ago. She looked down at Katir haughtily and spoke.
I apologize. I had to deal with sothing, so I had to deal with it urgently.
Silence fell. Katirs face turned pale. It seed like the performance was quite different from what had been agreed upon.
Uh uhh
Though it seed like all was lost, as an adult, he had a responsibility to handle the situation. Katir, with a forced smile, turned to the freshn.
Everyone please welco Lady Navardose.
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