VIP Early Access
Eksklusif untuk member VIP
Password Protected
Chapter ini dikunci dengan kode khusus
Chapter 37 - The Great Challenge of the Perennial Failure(1)
“Although I was someone who received no one’s expectations······.”
“······.”
“I will show them. That I can do it.”
A heavy and serious line, one that some might find cringeworthy.
But none of the audience laughed at Lumian.
Eṅũ.ṁ а̂ . іd̈
It was because they were already immersed in the poignant atmosphere he had created.
Rather, many people expressed curiosity at Lumian’s words. That he received no one's expectations, just why would he say such a thing?
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
The answer to that came out right away.
“That guy, until last year, he was last in his grade.”
“He was overwhelmingly last. He failed every time and had to retake exams······ I never thought he’d make it to the finals. He suddenly got first place on the last exam, but still······.”
Stories about Lumian popped up from here and there.
Е n.u mā
People then looked at the stage with expressions of understanding.
Indeed, if he was someone who had always been at the bottom, no one would have had any expectations for him. Perhaps they even thought of him as pathetic.
But to have come this far meant that he had completely overcome that pathetic past.
Therefore, the spectators did not laugh at Lumian. Rather, they began to look at him, who had clawed his way up from the bottom, more favorably.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
Of course, Cal Krone’s case was different.
Pfft.
Е̄ n ǔ m̆ а̃ . і́d
He let out a slight laugh.
He had met countless guys so far who had stood in this spot to defeat him, who claimed they had not rested for a single moment and had worked hard.
And he had made every single one of them kneel before him.
This guy would be no different. He admitted that Lumian had surprised him somewhat, but now that he had decided to give it his all, the game was over.
‘Be satisfied with having brought out my full power.’
Cal Krone’s smile vanished.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
His cold expression, as if wearing an iron mask, exuded a dangerous yet alluring feeling. Screams erupted from the mouths of several women.
The referee’s voice announcing the start of the match was heard. Cal Krone immediately advanced toward Lumian.
BANG! CRASH!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Footsteps that erased the distance in an instant. And seven attacks swung in an instant.
A groan escaped from between Lumian’s teeth. Having barely managed to defend, he staggered and took a step back.
Ӗ nu̇ m_а
One step, Cal Krone’s body retreated backward.
And with a single breath, another fierce assault began.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!
CRASH! BANG! BANG!
Cal Krone’s attack was overwhelming.
It was fluid yet sharp, and also heavy. It was beautiful and merciless, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly made of steel.
Е n.ǔm̌ӑ.і̄ d
At the shocking skill, unseen at the cadet level, all the spectators held their breath.
It was only after Cal Krone finished his more than twenty attacks and stepped back that a breath escaped their lips.
“How was it?”
“Hoo, hwook, heup.”
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
Lumian could not answer Cal Krone’s question.
Though it was a brief exchange, his exhaustion was palpable. Watching his ragged breathing, Cal Krone smiled alluringly again.
W̄ èbn̄ó v̈ е̂l Е́ n ǔ m̊ ǎ
“I’m coming again, so show me. That you can do it.”
Finishing his words, Cal Krone rushed in for a third time.
Lumian raised his sword with a hardened face.
***
CRASH, BANG!
The sound of sword against sword endlessly echoed throughout the stadium. Almost no other sound was heard. If anything, it was only the sound of breathing.
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
It was a strange thing.
This was not an art gallery where silence was enforced, nor was it a concert. It was a Swordsmanship Festival where one should be shouting and cheering for someone.
To watch the match quietly without saying a word on such a stage, what was that supposed to mean?
But no one raised a question about it.
BANG!
CRASH!
W̊ е́b̌ n о̄ v е l E̊ nūm а
CRAAASH!
“Tch!”
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
Cal Krone, who had attempted three consecutive vertical slashes, stepped back with an annoyed expression. His gaze was fixed on the opponent before him.
He was already exhausted to the limit. It seemed that if he pushed just a little more, he could suppress the last-place student’s rebellion and easily claim the honor of victory.
······He wondered how many times he had thought that.
He did not know. He had already given up on counting.
W̄_ë b ñо̊ v ё ľ Е́ n u̇ m̆ а́
“Hoo, hoo.”
“Keoheok, keuheup, heueup, haak!”
Cal Krone’s shoulders heaved as he took deep breaths.
He had prided himself on having more than twice the stamina of others, but he soon found himself feeling tired and worn out. Of course, it could not be compared to Lumian. That guy looked like he was on the verge of death.
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
That was why it was even more absurd.
How on earth was that guy still standing?
Ẇ е b̃n̂о̆v еl̂ Е nù m̀ а
In a situation where not only his stamina but also his mental strength and willpower should have hit rock bottom, how was he still managing to receive his sword?
As he was thinking that, Lumian’s footsteps headed toward him.
And a diagonal slash of immense power came in.
CLANG!
“Ugh!”
Cal Krone, who had quickly raised his sword to block the attack, wore a dumbfounded expression.
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
To even attack in this situation. It was absurd.
It was also unacceptable. Although he had been momentarily careless, allowing an attack from a guy who had been pushed back so much had deeply wounded his pride.
He let out a loud roar and rushed forward.
“Kraaaaaap!”
CRASH! BANG! CLANG!
And once again, the storm of the steel butterfly began.
Еnù m̌.а̄ .îd̄
Cal Krone’s wing beats poured down cruelly, and Lumian blocked them. Staggering, coughing. He blocked them with great difficulty, screaming with his body and mouth.
After enduring like that for 30 minutes.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
Cal Krone had no choice but to acknowledge Lumian Calard.
“Heok, heok, just how, heup, hwook, how can you endure, heup, this long?”
“Keuheup, heok, heo-eok!”
Now, Cal Krone’s breathing had also become severely ragged.
Е̂ nu m̂ а
Of course, Lumian’s condition was much worse, but that was the same as it had always been. Rather, a sense of fear that he might be the first to hit his limit at this rate took root in Cal Krone’s mind.
Leaping back, Cal Krone glared at Lumian with burning eyes. As if demanding an answer.
The thought that it was not good to give his exhausted opponent time did not even cross his mind. He was only thinking that he had to get an answer from Lumian’s mouth somehow.
Perhaps he had read Cal Krone's mind.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
Having barely caught his breath, a low monologue poured from Lumian's lips.
“I was the perennial failure who everyone laughed at and mocked.”
Wèb̈ n̄ о v̆ e l Ënu̇.m̂ a
“······.”
“Classmates, seniors, juniors, professors, no one, no one had any expectations for me. No one ever told me I could do it.”
It was clearly a monologue.
It was by no means directed at Cal Krone. The sound itself was not loud enough to be heard by people far away.
The words flowed out slowly and weakly, like an incantation to steady his own heart.
But everyone watching the stage through the magic video could hear his monologue.
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
“So, I can’t collapse now.”
“······.”
“Until I show them, I can’t fall.”
With those words, Lumian’s feet moved again.
Cal Krone, who had been overwhelmed by Lumian’s spirit, snapped back to his senses. And with a grunt, he rushed forward to meet him.
The match resumed once again.
W̃ёb́ n̂ о̆v̄ ê l Е n̈ üm.ӑ
It was a desperate and beautiful sight.
The handsome nobleman, whose frowning face was still comely, and the tenacious challenger who staggered but never fell, was like a well-choreographed play. No, it was filled with a deep emotion that a mere play could not contain.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
The audience, unable to even think of whom to cheer for, could only watch the stage with their hands clasped together.
‘The atmosphere is even better than I thought.’
Of course, Teoro was different from them.
He scanned the faces of the audience with a cold expression, devoid of even a trace of emotion.
Ẇ е́b̈ ṅо́ v е l̃ Е̇ṅ u m̆а
‘I thought the lines and actions were a bit over the top, but because the atmosphere was well-established, it wasn't a problem.’
The atmosphere in the stadium was now completely as he and Lumian had intended.
He could tell just by looking at the audience’s eyes. They were now imagining Lumian’s past in their own ways.
The scorn Lumian must have received.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
The ridicule Lumian must have received.
The patience, willpower, and effort Lumian must have poured in to overcome it!
Еn̄ u̇m̈ а́
Those things would be painted in their minds in their own ways. In hundreds, thousands of forms.
And among them, there would not be a single story that was not beautiful.
At this point, it could be said that a much more favorable atmosphere had been created than he had initially thought.
‘Still, the women’s expressions are a bit worrying.’
Teoro observed several women with sharp eyes. They seemed to be in a dreamlike, dazed state, swept up by Lumian’s poignancy.
But Teoro could tell. The moment Lumian struck down Cal Krone, the well-crafted play would shatter and they would wake up from their dreams. And an atmosphere unfavorable to Lumian would be formed once again.
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
Perhaps they would not be able to accept Cal Krone’s defeat and would hurl insults at the winner, Lumian.
Cal Krone’s influence over the ladies was that great. It was so strong that it was difficult to overcome even with all sorts of theatrics.
‘As expected, winning carries too much risk······ Let’s stick to the original plan.’
Having made his decision, Teoro sent a signal to Lumian.
It was just a simple hand gesture, but Lumian caught it with uncanny perception. And he gave a slight nod.
Seeing that, Teoro shook his head.
Ё ňùm ā
To think he had been the last in his class all of last year with such monstrous skill and monstrous vision. It was beyond common sense.
Of course, Teoro’s bewilderment was not important to Lumian right now.
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
Only finishing the final match splendidly mattered. He put strength in his eyes.
“Haaaaaap!”
Just at the right time, Cal Krone was rushing in.
Judging by his eyes and his spirit, it seemed he intended to put an end to this long fight with this one blow.
Е̌ ňu mа
Lumian welcomed it as well. He rushed forward to meet him with an exhausted expression.
For the record, his exhaustion was not an act. He was genuinely so tired he felt like he was going to die.
The aftereffects of overusing his Aura image were far too great. He wanted to collapse into bed and sleep right this instant.
Of course, even in such a difficult state, he still had more than enough ability to create the ending he wanted.
Dilarang mengopy novel dari Enuma.id.
“Haaaaaaaht!”
Lumian let out a rough roar. Along with it, his sword extended with a heavy momentum.
Е n̂u̇m̈ а̄
At a similar speed to Cal Krone’s sword. Toward a similar area.
However, Lumian’s sword failed to hit its intended target and came to an abrupt stop.
Having placed his sword next to Cal Krone’s neck, he gasped for breath.
“Heok, heok!”
“Hup, heup, haak!”
And it was the same for Cal Krone.
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
The two participants, each with a sword at the other’s left neck, heaved out ragged breaths as if they were about to collapse at any moment.
The referee watching them rushed over and shouted.
“S-stop the match! Stop the match!”
“What, what happened?”
“He said stop?”
In a situation where he could not declare a winner, the referee announced the suspension of the match. And he entered into a conference with a few match officials.
E̊ñu̇ m а̀. ĭd̃
People were surprised by the completely unexpected result and started voicing their own thoughts.
“What, what happens now? Is it a draw?”
Baca cerita ini hanya di situs resmi Enuma.id!
“Lumian was at a disadvantage the whole time, wouldn’t it be a bit off to end it like this?”
“Hey, he should be praised for creating a tie while at a disadvantage. It makes even less sense to give Cal Krone the win just because he was pushing before.” “Right, right.”
The reaction that Cal Krone should win on points was in the extreme minority. Most of the audience, and even the referee, match officials, and Knight Department professors, thought it was right to rule it a draw.
But there was one person who did not agree with either opinion.
Е n̂ u̇ m̌ а
Sir Buckal, a high-ranking knight of Jenas who was watching the finals from a seat of honor, gripped the armrest of his chair tightly and thought.
‘Lumian······ that child, he’s deliberately hiding his skills!’
Konten Bab Belum Tersedia
Bab ini belum memiliki konten teks atau sedang dalam proses penyuntingan.
