Chapter 57
Ceres, who had been silently watching the scene, let out a cold, harsh truth.
“You have no talent for the sword.”
“…I know.”
“You’re terrible at it.”
“I know.”
“Really, terribly, horribly bad.”
“I said I know!”
You don’t have to emphasize it so much!
“Then why do you keep doing it?”
Why are you still trying to learn swordsmanship, even though you know you have no talent, and even after suffering like this?
She was genuinely curious.
Antonion’s academic grades were excellent. He didn’t need to cling to swordsmanship, a skill he had no talent for. Why was he so desperate, with such bitter eyes? Ceres couldn’t understand.
Antonion, who had been biting his lips, finally spoke after Ceres sternly told him to stop, as his lips were bleeding.
“…Because I like it.”
“What?”
“Because I like it!”
“…….”
“Even if I’m bad at it, if I like it, I can still do it, right?”
The boy, filled with anger and sorrow, shouted while panting.
He had heard this countless times.
From the professors to his fellow swordsmanship classmates, everyone had repeatedly suggested that he switch majors.
But he didn’t want to.
“I’ll become like him.”
“Him?”
“The founder of our family.”
“…The Mercenary King?”
Ceres looked at Antonion with a slightly absurd expression.
Was he saying… he wanted to become a mercenary later? Not even a knight?
“Do you like being insulted?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“No, just wondering.”
Ceres let out a short sigh, recalling the countless mercenaries who visited her shop.
Misinterpreting her sigh as his sister scolding him for being immature, Antonion’s voice grew smaller.
“Just because I have no talent doesn’t mean I can’t dream.”
“…Dream?”
Nod!
His oldest memory was his father’s voice telling him stories about the founder of the Drow family, the Mercenary King, as he was falling asleep.
Tom, the founder of the Drow family and the great Mercenary King.
Every time he heard stories about him, he would shout to his father that he would become a cool mercenary like him when he grew up.
“Hey, not everyone achieves their dreams when they’re young.”
Ceres scratched her cheek. It was so unexpected.
She had thought he was very rational and cold for his age, but maybe not?
She had no idea he had such an absurd dream.
Can you just suddenly change your character like this?
“But I still like it.”
“The sword?”
Nod!
Despite being completely drained, he nodded vigorously at that question.
Seeing Antonion like that, a faint smile finally appeared on Ceres’ lips.
Her gaze turned to the B-group students sprawled on the ground, panting.
Noticing this, Antonion continued in a weak voice.
“Everyone likes the sword….”
That’s why they endure it.
Even if they’re ignored and humiliated, they still come to the training ground every day because they like the sword.
“Hmm.”
Ceres, like Antonion, quietly observed the eyes of the children filled with anger, resentment, and sorrow.
“Do you want to beat them?”
“Huh?”
“Do you want to make those kids who treated you like this clean up after you?”
“Well….”
Of course!
After all we’ve been through!
‘Hey, just quit. You guys can’t even use a sword.’
‘You’re best suited to crawling on the ground.’
‘What? You want another round? You guys with no skill are just showing off.’
One by one, the children who had been sitting stood up, gritting their teeth.
The sorrow they had endured came rushing back.
If they could just punch those faces even once, they would have no regrets.
Countless times, they had thought about charging at them and biting them, regardless of swords or anything else.
‘But….’
Why is she asking this?
No matter how they felt, they were quite self-aware.
So they knew.
No matter how much they trained, it was impossible to beat the A-group kids who had been systematically trained since childhood and were still receiving training now.
“You guys….”
Ceres, still crouching, quietly watched the children who had gathered around her.
Seeing their faces, the corner of her lips subtly rose.
These kids’ eyes are quite something, huh?
“Do you want to learn the sword from me?”
***
“What? Where did these guys go?”
“I don’t know. As soon as class ended, they all rushed out of the classroom like they had honey smeared somewhere.”
“All of them?”
“Yeah.”
The A-group students, who had entered the training ground as usual, were puzzled when they didn’t see the B-group kids who should have been there.
“Did they finally give up? Took them long enough to figure it out.”
Iron, the son of Count Belgial, chuckled.
His friends beside him also sneered.
“They were bound to end up like this, so why did they act so stubborn? It’s funny that it took them half a year to realize how powerless they are.”
“But thanks to Iron, we got separate classes, right?”
Iron Belgial was the one who had petitioned to divide the swordsmanship classes based on skill.
Of course, his father, Count Belgial, had a hand in it. He hated having to take classes with those who had no skill and came from poor families.
It was one thing for regular classes, but it was hilarious to see them pretending to wield swords.
We told them every day to know their place, and they finally got it.
“This is boring. Let’s go.”
“Yeah.”
With no more business in the training ground, Iron and the other A-group students leisurely left the place.
***
“Uh, um. Sis?”
“What?”
“Are you really telling us to climb that?”
“Yeah.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously.”
“Us?”
“Yeah, you guys.”
“…….”
Antonion and his friends were overwhelmed by the massive stone mountain in front of them and couldn’t speak for a while.
When Ceres first suggested they learn the sword, everyone was puzzled. They had never heard that Antonion’s sister had learned swordsmanship.
The most baffled, of course, was Antonion.
‘What is she talking about! What sword can she teach?’
‘Just try learning it once. You won’t regret it.’
…Since when did our sister learn the skills of a scammer?
With her suspicious smile and the way she coaxed them like a snake charmer, Antonion and the other kids flinched and took a step back from her.
‘What do we have to lose?’
But they all nodded at her next words.
Yeah, no matter what happens, it can’t be worse than this, right?
But….
“Where exactly is this?”
At the voice full of doubt, Ceres chuckled.
“Training ground.”
To be more precise, it was the training ground she, Grace Ellsia, had frequently used.
“Why is something like this inside a cave?”
“Who knows? Why would something like this be here?”
“Stop playing word games!”
Antonion frowned and stomped his feet.
When they first followed Ceres into the mountains, they thought they were heading there for physical training.
They knew their basic physical strength was significantly weaker than the A-group kids, so they followed without complaint.
But the place she took them to was a cave deep in the mountains.
Before they could even voice their confusion about the cave, their eyes widened like lanterns.
After passing through an iron gate deep inside the cave, an unexpected space appeared.
“A stone mountain… Is that really a stone mountain? Why is something like that inside a cave?”
“How would I know? What’s that waterfall, and what’s that river? And that snow mountain that doesn’t match the season… Eek!”
“Crazy, that’s real snow! Why is there snow in this season? Am I going crazy?”
They pinched each other’s cheeks and stepped on each other’s feet, as if to check if they were dreaming.
I don’t know why they sacrificed their friends instead of themselves, but anyway.
But amidst this, only Antonion’s arrow of suspicion was aimed at Ceres.
“Sis, what is this place really! How do you even know about a place like this?”
“I found it while taking a walk, just taking a walk. It takes less than 20 minutes to get here from home.”
“And you expect me to believe that…!”
Ceres looked at Antonion, the only one who managed to keep his wits among the shivering kids, with a satisfied smile.
Shouting at his heavenly sister, this kid is really getting out of hand.
She wanted to establish the hierarchy right then, but decided to postpone it.
“Don’t worry. You won’t die.”
“Don’t joke! That’s not what I’m worried about right now!”
“I’m not joking.”
No matter how much you get hurt here, you won’t become disabled or die.
Because…
‘This is a magical space.’
A magical space created by our Arthia.
That stone mountain, the snow falling on that mountain, it’s all a training ground created by magic.
The most important thing is.
‘The training effect is maximized.’
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