All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 48

In any case, he couldn’t find out anything more with the seal in place.

Then the next thing to do was decided.

“Heo-heok!! Heo-heok! S-spare me! I-I can’t die like this. Ian. No! Master Ian! You’re a student, right? Don’t you know what happens when a student attacks an instructor? Killing those two was, I-I’ll cover it up…”

-Thud!!

Covered in tears and snot, he pleaded desperately.

Was it because of the fear of losing his most precious thing, his life?

Hastings kept begging Ian to survive.

But Ian’s expression didn’t change.

Hastings had also prepared to kill him and clean up the mess.

So, he would use that, and he swung his sword, and Hastings grabbed his neck.

Red blood flowed from between his fingers.

As the blood overflowed, he slowly crumbled.

It was quite a pathetic end for Hastings, who had dominated the Academy for a long time.

“Is it okay for a student to kill an instructor?”

A voice was heard from behind.

Ian turned his head slightly, returned his sword to its sheath, and said.

“What does it matter? It’s fine as long as I don’t get caught. So? Are you planning to spread it around? Clan Lord?”

It was the Clan Lord of the Sword Flower Clan.

Ian had already noticed he was there, so he wasn’t particularly moved.

“No. I’m not interested in those guys. Threatening and dragging you in isn’t the Sword Flower Clan’s way.”

“Even if I joined the Sword Flower Clan through blackmail, I wouldn’t follow you.”

“That’s right.”

The Clan Lord, who had watched this situation from beginning to end, slowly approached Ian and said.

“What caught my attention was your movements just now, Ian.”

“Ah. Yes.”

“Your sword is optimized for killing.”

That’s a misunderstanding.

It wasn’t optimized for killing, but only optimized for killing and destroying.

As Kirke said, the Clan Lord was skilled at killing, so he was only conscious of that.

“Do you know what’s most important for someone who learns the killing sword?”

Someone who is intoxicated with killing loses themselves.

They feel joy in killing people and become engulfed in madness.

To keep them in check, there was something they absolutely had to know.

“That is…”

“Knowing exactly who you are. If you don’t, you’ll just become a crazy killer consumed by bloodlust.”

“…You know.”

The Clan Lord, who had been trying to give him a lesson and bring him into the Sword Flower Clan, was quite embarrassed.

“Anyway, I’ll trust that you’ll overlook this incident.”

“What’s the price for keeping it a secret?”

“Let’s just end it with not adding another corpse.”

“That sounds like you’ll kill me if I don’t keep my mouth shut.”

“Then what did you think it sounded like?”

Ian said indifferently under the moonlight.

Facing that arrogance, the Clan Lord pondered.

He had seen it earlier, so he had to admit it.

Ian was a genius.

He was very curious to see how far that young man could go if he grew up properly.

Perhaps he could become a strongman who surpassed even the Sword Saint, the Forest Keeper, or the Emperor.

‘What a waste.’

If he grew up well in a few years, he would become the best talent to take over the Sword Flower Clan.

That’s why the Clan Lord proposed.

“Join the Sword Flower Clan.”

Ian was strong but arrogant.

That arrogance could help him grow, but it could also become a dangerous knife aimed at his neck.

Could Ian, with that arrogance, really survive to the end?

The Clan Lord didn’t think so.

“The Sword Flower Clan will protect you until you grow up.”

“There’s no merit in that.”

“What’s wrong with the Sword Flower Clan? No one can look down on the Sword Flower Clan.”

“There are many forces that immediately attack or cut off cooperation when you mention the Sword Flower Clan.”

“That’s just… you have to think of it as weaklings whining.”

“And there are many hostile forces.”

“Are you afraid of making enemies?”

“It’s annoying to have enemies because of something I didn’t do.”

Ian’s way of life was bound to create enemies.

But there was no need to become an enemy because of something someone else did.

“Those who seek you will increase.”

“I heard from Count Killord that the number of people targeting me has increased because of you, Clan Lord.”

“That’s probably true.”

“Thanks to you, my price has gone up a lot. I’m grateful for that.”

Ian said lightly to the Clan Lord and grabbed the three corpses.

As he dragged the corpses away, the Clan Lord quietly followed him.

“There are ogres over there.”

“I know.”

Kirke had already confirmed it.

Just as Hastings had intended, Ian was going to throw their corpses to the monsters as food.

As he went down with the Clan Lord, there was a habitat where three ogres were staying.

Ian threw the three corpses at them.

-Krrr…

As the lumps of meat fell from the sky, the ogres gleefully tore apart their corpses.

Meanwhile, Ian collected Bohemond’s bow and other artifacts and erased the remaining traces.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“I said it before.”

The Clan Lord walked calmly towards Ian. As he approached close enough to almost touch him, a pleasant floral scent tickled his nose.

“I will be watching you.”

“You have nothing else to do.”

“Let’s see if you say that later too.”

Ian’s attitude would eventually cause trouble.

And if he appeared and saved him when that trouble came?

Then Ian would know the dignity of the Sword Flower Clan and sincerely reach out to him. If he took that hand, it would be over.

‘That kind of guy always keeps his word.’

Most of those who know their strength keep their word.

Because their pride is as strong as their strength.

That’s why the Clan Lord twisted the lips inside the mask into a slight smile and turned to leave.

Watching him, Ian grabbed Bohemond’s bow.

“Is there really a need to do that?”

He had thought about killing him, but it didn’t seem like the Clan Lord would cause any particular problems.

And what if problems arose?

It wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before, and this was also a joy and stimulus in life.

Ian stopped paying attention to the Clan Lord and turned his attention to Bohemond’s bow.

“Let’s create a circle.”

With Kirke’s words, magic extraction in the Predeon Continent style began.

It was different from the way of this world, which simply took only a part of the magic.

The method of completely absorbing the magic, ignoring everything, began, and a huge amount of magic was extracted from Bohemond’s bow.

-Crack. Crackling…!

With that suction power, Bohemond’s bow lost its light.

While it was breaking and cracking everywhere, Ian led the forcibly extracted magic to his heart.

‘There’s a lot of magic being missed. It seems like it’ll be a bit short, so I’ll have to use other artifacts too.’

When you pour water into a bottle with a small spout.

The water doesn’t all go into the spout and spills out.

Likewise, the magic that he couldn’t accept was about to scatter into the air.

“Myaaaa~.”

At that time, Myane, who was on Ian’s shoulder, cried.

At that one cry, the magic that was escaping began to return to his body.

The overflowing magic began to gather again in the small spout.