༺ The Lord Is With Us (11) ༻
“……Please!”
Delphine cried out, unable to endure any longer.
She tearily turned to Ian. He was silently staring down at her.
She managed to squirm her body around so that she was laying down on her stomach. The stench of the blood-soaked earth invaded her nose, making her increasingly desperate.
She couldn’t lose her swordsmanship. It was everything she had ever worked for. It was more than enough to beg desperately.
“I was wrong… Pl-please have rcy.”
Her eyes trembled in humiliation. Still, just the thought of being unable to wield a sword ever again was far worse than the indignity she was currently bearing.
Faced with silence, she grew more nervous, and her words beca increasingly distraught.
“Fo-forgive … forgive , please, I beg of you. At the very least, spare my arms…….”
“On your knees.”
Her eyes darted upwards at his voice. His golden irises chillingly pierced through her.
“You won’t kneel after losing a duel where you put your life on the line? At least show what you’re willing to do to live.”
Her lips twitched. She wanted to retort, but upon eting his unfeeling gaze, she didn’t dare to disobey.
‘Aren’t I already begging while crawling on the floor?’
‘Didn’t you already shatter my pride?’
‘Haven’t you already broken to the point I could never even think of standing up to you again?’
At that mont, Ian raised his sword, causing her to flinch and flail her arms in panic.
Her shoulders were shattered and her tendons severed, but it was possible to forcibly move her limbs with mana.
Even while moving using all her might, it took an exorbitant amount of ti to drop to her knees as the fear that he would change his mind consud her mind.
Then, she planted her forehead into the dirt, her face close enough to kiss the ground.
Biting down on her lips, her vision undulated with tears.
She thought she had already thrown away her pride, but that wasn’t the case. Her voice quivered as her entire body quaked in sha.
“I-I was wrong…….”
“Again.”
She grit her teeth, wanting to demand the reason why he was making her go to such an extent even after she knelt for him.
Feeling the blood rush to her head from frustration, she raised her head to glare at him only to be t with the sa nacing, golden eyes.
His eyes told her that he would not hesitate to cut her if he was not satisfied with her apology.
She was once again reminded that he would turn her limbs into minced at, leaving her so critically injured that she would never be able to hold a sword again.
Delphine shivered in fear and quickly shook off any thoughts of resisting.
Then, she opened her mouth.
But this ti, her voice was tinged in submission.
“I-I apologize. I didn’t know my… hik… place.”
A sob slipped through, but Ian didn’t seem to care.
He rely stared at her silently. Her voice, thick with sha, continued flowing.
She placed her forehead on Ian’s foot.
It was similar to how a lowly vassal would prostrate before their emperor.
Defeated, all she could think about was how to preserve her swordsmanship, no matter how humiliating her actions were.
“Pl-please have rcy on . Please…….”
Her sobs soon turned into desperate cries. He kept his eye on her before slowly dispelling the aura from his sword.
With the weeping woman still at his feet, Ian spoke in a quiet voice.
“……Delphine Yurdina.”
She couldn’t answer through her tears, but he didn’t seem to expect a response. Although he was addressing her, it felt more like a soliloquy.
“You’ve been living in too small a world. The Yurdina family and the Academy are just two, places in the world. There are all sorts of monsters out there.”
The sound of Ian’s blade sliding into its scabbard rang out, signaling the end of the duel.
“Have you ever fought the vampires of the Great Sea? What about the demonic humans contracted to the Evil God? The priests of the dark cults that lurk beneath the Empire, the Holy Nation, and the Ten Kingdoms?”
He turned his back to her.
“If you lose to them, it’s not just a matter of dying or becoming unable to wield a sword for the rest of your life. Pick your battles carefully.”
Delphine slowly raised her head.
“There won’t be another opportunity. Soon, I’ll co to collect the price of your life.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine as her eyes fluttered wildly with fear.
She dropped her head back into the ground.
And with one last statent, the man left.
“Since you’re a noble, I’m sure you have a potion or two. I’ll send for soone.”
‘If a demonic beast cos, good luck.’
With those unspoken words, the sun fell below the horizon.
Delphine Yurdina continued to shiver in place even long after the man had left. She was curled up in a fetal position and mulled over her sha and indignation as blood trickled down from where she was biting down on her lip.
**
“I’m afraid Ms. Yurdina is refusing to see you.”
The volunteer student on duty notified in front of the temple.
I didn’t know what exactly had transpired during the ti I was possessed, but considering she was in the intensive care unit, it was clear that Senior Delphine had received so ‘treatnt’ from the future ‘Ian’.
Thinking along those lines, I wondered if I would beco a master in the future since I was capable enough to put soone of Senior Delphine’s caliber in intensive care.
I laughed at the absurdity of my own thoughts.
Masters were unrivaled powerhouses on the continent. Beings who had reached the extre peaks of their paths, capable of bending the very laws of the world.
Without the ideal conditions, even an army couldn’t defeat them.
And there were only a few who had reached such heights.
The Sword Saint.
The Saint of the Holy Nation.
The Great Witch of the Southern Ten Kingdoms.
Right now, these were the only three masters on the continent.
Once one reached the level of a master, they would be able to live for hundreds of years, and a master only ca into existence once every hundred years or so.
Frankly speaking, I didn’t have that kind of talent.
Even Seria and Delphine, the most talented swordswon I knew, were uncertain to ever reach the level of Master.
If I were talented enough for that, I would’ve already been at the top of my class.
As I stood there laughing to myself, the student slightly backed away with a bizarre look like he was looking at so weirdo.
I quickly ca to my senses, but my troubles were still ever-present.
I wondered how I could et her.
It was obvious he wouldn’t believe even if I explained my story.
‘Hey, the soul of my future self took over my body for a while, and I need to find out what happened in that ti.’
I would be lucky if they didn’t put in a straitjacket on the spot before sending to so ntal institution.
Thus, there was only a single solution I could think of.
And that was to change Senior Delphine’s mind. And as far as I could tell, there was only one way to do that.
“Can you lend so paper and a pen?”
The student flashed a dubious look.
However, likely due to my current reputation in the academy, he seed willing to listen to my request.
He held out a palm-sized piece of paper and a pen. I quickly scribbled a sentence on the paper, folded it twice, and handed it back to him.
“Can you please pass this note on to Senior Delphine? She’ll know it’s from , and if she still won’t let in, I’ll give up.”
The student looked reluctant, but he agreed to try, soon disappearing into the long hallways of the temple.
A few monts later, he reappeared with his face colored in surprise.
He turned to in admiration.
“What was in that note? Ms. Delphine agreed to see you despite not even letting her entourage in.”
“Hahaha, it’s a secret.”
I brushed his question aside with an awkward smile.
I couldn’t tell him.
How could I ever tell him that the note contained a threat –- A threat that said, “If you don’t want to get hit again, let in.”?
Compared to persuasion, making threats was simple and straightforward, making them the most efficient way of getting things done quickly.
Sighing heavily, I followed the student as he led to Delphine’s room.
I could only hope I hadn’t done too much damage.
**
Warm sunlight stread in through the window.
The clean, white marble room was a familiar sight by now. I’d been here many tis, but this was the first ti I was the one visiting.
As brilliant golden hair shimred from under the sunlight, she was sitting up on her bed while staring out the window with nary a word.
I didn’t have to see her face to know who it was.
Senior Delphine.
We were enemies in more ways than one, but now, I was seeking her help. Clearing my throat, I spoke in a cautious voice.
“Senior Delphine?”
The woman’s head slowly turned, her crimson eyes eting mine.
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