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Chapter 38 - The Great Challenge of the Perennial Failure (2)
Honestly, he had not known at first.
He had merely been admiring Cal Krone, who was displaying skills far greater than in the semifinals.
But as his gaze shifted to Lumian, who was desperately and tenaciously enduring and resisting, Sir Buckal began to feel a slight sense of incongruity.
‘If it hadn’t been for that last attack, I probably would have never known. I would have just been left with a nagging feeling.’
Perhaps it was for dramatic effect. Lumian’s final attack was much more obvious than before.
Е n u m̀ а
Watching the scene where the sword was swung with the exact same speed, same angle, and same power as Cal Krone’s, Sir Buckal became convinced that Lumian was hiding his skills.
And he was astonished.
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To manipulate a match against Cal Krone, a talent who would rank among the very best even in Jenas!
Was this truly the skill of a 15-year-old knight cadet!
‘A talent greater than even the first commander of the Black Panther Knights!’
The eunuch knight, Ryan Promhart, considered to be on par with the greatest talent in history, King Philip III of Knights.
Ѐ n̆ u m̃ā
He felt that even his talent paled in comparison to this child named Lumian Calard.
Sir Buckal had to struggle immensely to stop the muscles in his face from twitching.
‘For now, I’ll keep this to myself.’
He did not know why that boy was hiding his skills, or why he chose a draw instead of a victory.
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But it was a relief. Not many people should know about his talent.
Only he and the Kingdom of Jenas should know the value of a true gem.
W е̌ b̃ñ оv̄е̂ l̂ Еnu̇ m a
He quickly looked around.
Fortunately, the knights of the Tarajan Kingdom, including the professors, seemed not to have noticed.
Good. I should also stop showing it and just stay quiet.
Thinking that, Sir Buckal put a broad smile on his face and clapped.
He looked as if he was deeply moved by the fierce battle between the two cadets.
***
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“We will now begin the award ceremony. The awardees, please come forward.”
With the Knight Department Head’s words, Cal Krone, Lumian Calard, and Teoro Shutgaren stepped forward.
There were two co-champions and a third-place winner. As many had expected, the honor of co-championship was bestowed upon Cal Krone and Lumian.
The third-place winner was awarded a plaque and prize money, while the co-champions were awarded a plaque, prize money, and a small additional prize.
“Cal Krone! Cal Krone! You were amazing!”
“Lumian Calard! You did well!”
Е̄ n̈u m а
“Teoro Shutgaren! Good work!”
Every time Sir Buckal, the specially invited high-ranking knight from Jenas, presented a plaque, the cheers of many people followed.
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At this moment, everyone was of one heart and one mind. The audience looked at the three participants with warm eyes and applauded, blessing their futures.
Lumian Calard, Cal Krone, and Teoro Shutgaren were all pillars who would bring glory to Tarajan. There was no reason to take sides and fight now that the results were decided.
“Waaaaaaaaah! The best! Everyone is the best!”
“Seniors, you all did a great job!”
Е ňû m̄а
All the spectators, regardless of age or gender, sent their unsparing cheers to the three of them. Their voices mixed to create a great roar.
Lumian quietly closed his eyes and savored their voices.
Of course, he filtered out the men’s voices. His sensitive hearing was selectively receiving only the women’s voices.
“Kyaaaaak! Lumian! You worked so hard!”
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“Oh my gosh, I think I’m going to become a fan starting today!”
“Knight Department, second year, Class E? Should I go visit him sometime?”
Е nŭṁ а . і.d̊
“Hey! You shouldn’t just go visit and disturb him!”
‘No, please do visit!’
He could not confirm their faces, but it was fine. Since their voices were pretty, their appearances were surely excellent as well.
With a bright smile, Lumian slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the people who were still cheering for him, he recalled the hardships he had endured during the Swordsmanship Festival.
‘It was very difficult and arduous······ but I did it.’
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That was right. He had done it.
He had succeeded in holding his own without being pushed back by that madly talented owner who attracted people’s attention and interest just by existing.
This was a victory of stagecraft, a victory of effort. If he had not honed his Aura image while cutting back on sleep, and if he had not practiced fiercely last night following Teoro’s instructions······ today’s glory would never have been.
‘Teoro, thank you!’
The gratitude he felt for Teoro and the satisfaction with the result made Lumian’s smile even wider.
Watching him, Professor Karen, who was standing next to the Knight Department Head, smiled contentedly.
Е n̄ u mа̊
‘That kid. He has talent, but he must have been training to the bone in secret!’
Indeed, even if he had realized his talent late, there was no way he could have reached such a state without a blood-vomiting effort.
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He must have been undergoing desperate training somewhere he could not see since the end of last year. Then he must have had a moment of enlightenment and improved by leaps and bounds.
‘It’s not just Lumian.’
Cal Krone and Teoro Shutgaren were just as admirable.
They, too, had improved their skills far more than he had known. Their efforts must have been no less than Lumian’s.
Е n̆ ū m̄ а
Professor Karen smiled gently.
With his eyes welling up, he prayed for the future of his three disciples, who were full of both talent and passion.
And at that time.
“······Fuck. Having the time of his life, what a show.”
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Boomer Simpson, who was lying in the infirmary a little away from the Swordsmanship Festival stadium, had a face full of discontent.
Completely forgotten from people’s memories, he muttered to himself again.
Е̄ n̄ů ṁа .i d̈
“Fuck.”
***
Lumian Calard, who had returned to his dormitory after finishing all his schedules.
He suppressed the urge to collapse and sleep right away and opened the wooden box he had received as a prize.
Then, a single dark-colored pill revealed itself.
Lumian picked it up with his hand and brought it to the tip of his nose. A pungent medicinal scent wafted out.
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‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen this.’
The identity of this was a Power ball.
It was an elixir made in the knight kingdom of Jenas, and it boasted quite a hefty price tag.
Although resistance to its effects built up easily, making it less effective when taken more than once, it guaranteed a definite effect at least the first time.
‘Cal Krone has probably already eaten it, but this is my first time.’
Grinning, Lumian tossed the Power ball up and caught it.
Е n̄ùm̀а . ï d
As the son of a country lord, there was no way he would have come across such an elixir. He was pleased with the unexpected gain and tossed the Power ball into the air again.
And he opened his mouth wide to match the timing of its fall.
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SLIP, the pill that entered his mouth instantly melted and flowed down his throat.
Swoosh-
Not long after taking the Power ball, he could already feel its effects spreading.
Lumian focused his mind and began his Aura cultivation. Elixirs were by no means items to be consumed carelessly.
Е́ n ǔm̈ a .i̊ d
It was important to convert the mana contained in the elixir into Aura as completely as possible, and to minimize the loss of energy in the process.
But a great many Aura users found this process difficult.
‘In the case of an Aura user, it’s hard to absorb even a quarter of it properly, and even people who have reached the level of Expert find it difficult to take more than half.’
Of course, the story was different for a Sword Master.
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They, who were masters of Aura control, could make more than 80 percent of the elixir’s effect their own.
And Lumian, who had the memories of Ryan Promhart, was performing his Aura cultivation with a goal of 85 percent.
Е n̊u m а̌
‘If I were at my past life’s level, I could suck up close to 100 percent, but······ now I’m just an Expert at best.’
Of course, even as an Expert, he was incomparable to other ordinary Experts.
The reason his current level was low was because his Aura reserves were low, not because his Aura manipulation was unskilled.
Of course, due to the lack of physical completeness and the durability of his Aura passages, control as excellent as in his past life was impossible, but he judged that around 85 percent was certainly possible.
But in the end, his judgment was wrong.
Of course, it was not wrong in a bad way. Rather, he showed an absorption rate that surpassed his expectations.
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“Hmm······ about 90 percent.”
Not bad, Lumian muttered to himself and checked his interior.
The Aura, which had increased quite a bit compared to before, satisfied him. It seemed that the quality had improved compared to what his past self had eaten.
‘With this much, I’ll be able to maintain my Aura image much more smoothly.’
Lumian nodded his head.
The Swordsmanship Festival was over, but people’s gazes on him were not yet over.
Е̂ ṅū m а̇ . і ď
To activate the Aura image for at least 10 hours a day and maintain comfort while doing so, his current level was insufficient. He needed to devote himself further.
With his eyes shining, he devoted himself to Aura cultivation once again.
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His thirst for women’s attention was as deep as that of a wanderer who had been wandering the desert for three days and nights.
The night deepened, but he, full of enthusiasm, seemed to have no intention of sleeping yet.
And like Lumian, there were a few others who could not sleep.
Cal Krone, who had stepped into the scholarship students’ exclusive training hall, quietly muttered.
Е̄n̂ú mа . іd̀
“Lumian Calard······.”
And pfft, he let out a laugh.
Until the semifinals, he was a guy he had not even considered. No, it had been that way until this very morning.
Although he had surprised him quite a bit, he had thought he would be the same. Like the other challengers who had tried to catch up to him, he had concluded that he too would fail to overcome his full power and collapse.
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It was a misconception.
And it was arrogance.
Ё ňu m̃а . i̊ď
‘In terms of skill, I am still superior.’
But when it came to the mental aspect, he could not deny that he had been completely defeated.
It was also an undeniable fact that he had been leading an idle life compared to Lumian, who had worked so hard.
Under the excuse that there were no competitors to stimulate him, he had gradually been rusting.
‘Now there are no more excuses!’
Cal Krone raised his sword.
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And he swung it powerfully. Diagonally, horizontally, vertically.
A formidable aura erupted from his body as he returned to his original mindset.
‘No more······.’
SWOOSH!
‘Will I let him catch up!’
SWOOOOSH!
Еn̈u m а̌
Cal Krone repeatedly practiced basic movements in the empty training hall.
His expression, for the first time in a while, was filled with a vitality that had been missing.
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***
At the same time that Lumian Calard and Cal Krone were diligently engrossed in their training, Tania Eloise was also unable to sleep.
Sitting on a chair in front of a table with her chin resting on her right hand, she recalled the final match.
Before long, a person’s name flowed from Tania’s lips.
W̆ê bn̈ о.v̆ѐl̀ Е nũ mа̇
“Lumian Calard······.”
The star of this Swordsmanship Festival was, without a doubt, him.
Cal Krone, Teoro Shutgaren, and Boomer Simpson had all been active, but at least for her, Lumian Calard was the best.
The fighting spirit he had shown, that desperation.
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And the precious co-championship that had blossomed from it!
She could not help but be moved. The image of the brightly smiling Lumian Calard still would not leave her mind.
W̌ еbnо̀ v̌ ėl Е̌n ŭ m̌ a
‘······Of course, he’s a huge pervert.’
Even that, thinking about it now, seemed fine.
All men were perverts anyway. There was only a difference between those who revealed it to others and those who did not.
The brown envelope incident was just an accident. In fact, she could say that she had unintentionally pried into his private life.
Of course, even after brainwashing herself like this, the shock from that time was not easily erased.
She kept trying to forget, but the cover of the book Boomer had dropped was vivid in her memory. And that continued to distort her favorable feelings for Lumian.
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‘······If I can’t forget, then I just have to get used to it.’
So the conclusion Tania came to was to get used to erotic books.
With a sigh, she took out two books onto the table.
They were erotic books she had secretly obtained through back channels.
Tania intended to get rid of her aversion to Lumian tonight by reading these erotic books.
‘Right, there’s nothing strange about looking at erotic things, and if you’re a man, you might want something a bit more risqué. By looking at this, I can understand a man’s perspective, Lumian’s perspective, in more detail······.’
W̆ē b́n̈о̊ v еl̃ Е̂num a
Tania’s thoughts did not continue any further.
The moment she turned the cover and looked at the contents inside, she could not think of anything else. Even Lumian, whom she had been thinking about all day, was pushed out of her mind.
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GULP
Swallowing, she slowly turned the next page.
She turned it, and turned it. And she turned it again.
That night, Lumian Calard, Cal Krone, and Tania Eloise could not sleep.
Ӗn.ù m̄ ӑ
Thus, the Swordsmanship Festival for the 1st and 2nd years concluded safely.
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