I Became the Teacher of the Imperial Family’s Bastard

055. Girgoor (2)

It took quite a long time to feel a sense of reality.

Girgoor pondered whether the changes that had occurred were temporary or permanent.

He thought deeply about how much of the author’s words were true and how his own curse had been lifted.

But, even so, there was only one conclusion he could draw.

For the past few hundred years.

The curse that no one had been able to lift was a curse that could be lifted with a single gesture from Yuren.

‘How?’

He drew the air with that switch.

Then, was it the power of the switch?

‘…No.’

Girgoor had gathered all kinds of information about supernatural abilities to break this curse.

He had never seen or heard of such a powerful artifact.

So, if there was a possibility, it was the eyes.

That was a conclusion drawn from ancient knowledge.

‘The greatest supernatural abilities are contained in the eyes.’

The supreme abilities dwell in the eyes and rewrite the world of that existence.

Therefore, the world of the superhuman is different from that of the ordinary person.

What he had to admit was that Girgoor’s eye, which had given half to Rabon, was also of that kind.

“Haha…!”

He was ecstatic at having found a clue.

But despair surged at the fact that it was not in his hands.

“Are you laughing? I don’t find it very funny.”

At the sight of Yuren tilting his head crookedly, Girgoor had no choice but to withdraw all his plans.

Revenge, the re-domination of Igrosia.

Such things can be done anytime if you have the time.

But Yuren?

Those eyes? Haejune?

‘…No.’

They must not disappear. They must not become dangerous.

It was the answer I had desperately sought.

I couldn’t give up.

So, Gilgoor bowed his head.

It was the first time.

The experience of becoming completely submissive in front of someone.

“…I’m sorry.”

The experience of apologizing.

“I apologize. I tried to use you.”

The experience of feeling a burning impatience.

“I swear. On my heart. On all the curses that make me who I am.”

Gilgoor met Yuren’s eyes with desperate eyes.

“Let’s talk again. I’ll do my best to help you.”

Calculations are meaningless.

As long as those eyes are with Yuren, Gilgoor could only be bound by a leash for life.

* * *

I listened to the story again.

And then, the first emotion that surged was indignation.

‘So, you were hiding this much.’

Each and every one of them.

– The way I found the information is because of my eyes. The curse on my eyes is ‘Cheontong’, the ability to share others’ vision and manipulate their will. I shared it with my servant… Rabon. When Rabon roams around Igrosia and grasps the situations with Cheontong, that information comes to me.

– I tried to use you. Fortunately, your plan was useful to us. Conquering the region, attending the central meeting, approaching the dagger. I tried to infiltrate by getting involved in that. As long as I could meet the kid, I could somehow make a move.

– …Yes, I tried to push the battle situation onto you. The dagger is a huge organization. It is Igrosia itself. To get into the core, you have to fight all the prisoners of Igrosia. That is… something Rabon and I cannot do.

They didn’t reveal the source of the information.

They didn’t reveal their true purpose.

In the end, they tried to push us into a dead end.

After confessing all those things, Girgoor spoke.

“I’ll replan. To ensure there are no hitches in the completion. Above all, to avoid anything that might upset you. Give me just a little time.”

Watching him say that was quite refreshing.

The smile disappearing from his face, which had always been relaxed, the way he corrected his posture, and all the other things.

Above all.

“I am desperate for you. I don’t think what you showed me was a lie. So, I will show enough sincerity in my apology.”

I got what could be called a reward.

“I have a secret stash. It’s a secret even the little one doesn’t know. I’ll take something out from there for you. You’ll definitely like it.”

“Where is it?”

“The core of the center. There’s a secret passage. I’ll guide you there once you enter.”

In Igrosia, where all sorts of artifacts overflow, this old monster had especially taken something he considered special.

The sturdiness of armament is important.

Some people spout nonsense like a craftsman doesn’t choose his tools, but if you think about it a little, the answer is clear.

The better the tools, the more exceptional the craftsman’s abilities become.

Especially for a knight like me, the importance was even greater.

“There are only a few weapons that can withstand aura.”

The body is steadily being perfected.

The need to use aura will only increase.

But look.

If it weren’t for the sacred tree, how many weapons would I have ruined in battles by now?

No need to worry.

Every time I unleash aura, I would have broken a legendary sword.

“That doesn’t mean I can keep fighting with a switch all the time.”

So obtaining a weapon is a boon.

Of course, it wasn’t free.

“Ah, you’re the only one receiving it. Though it’s a sign of apology… these are things I gathered with quite some difficulty. Things that can’t be priced. So let’s make a deal. For one item from that place, release three curses I want.”

“You ask for a lot.”

“I said it’s something worth that much. You’ll be satisfied with this deal too.”

Confidently, I decided to wait and see for now.

“Pressing too hard isn’t good either.”

Although I had gained a perfect upper hand, using it solely for intimidation is the way of third-rate individuals.

The best way to utilize this is to make the opponent perceive this situation as a ‘deal’.

That way, cooperation increases.

The opponent will take the initiative to gain rewards from me.

Anyway, there was one more thing I gained for that reason.

“Hehe, brother. It’s an honor that you have chosen this Peto!”

I gained a welcome contact.

Peto, the former reconnaissance captain and current thug of Igrosia.

He is the contact between Girgoor and me.

“Alright, let’s do well.”

“Of course!”

I recalled the words I heard while looking into his bright eyes.

– Hmm, it’s more of a curse than magic. I told you. Cheontong manipulates the opponent’s will. It’s possible to control them like a puppet by planting suggestions. Of course, if the opponent’s mental strength is strong, it can backfire.

This guy’s will was weak, so he got brainwashed.

It certainly makes sense.

I’m rather grateful.

‘His reconnaissance ability was top-notch.’

I plan to keep him around and use him effectively.

It was after such an event.

When I returned to the hideout, the prince asked.

“What is it? The secret to taming that sly kid.”

“I managed somehow.”

“You don’t intend to tell me?”

“It’s a family secret, I can’t tell you this.”

“Hmm…”

I didn’t lie.

As far as I know, the Tongkwean and the Divine Tree originated from within the family, didn’t they?

The prince quickly understood.

“Well, it turned out well in the end.”

Then he drew his sword.

The basement of the hideout, a space isolated from the outside by Beatrice’s magic.

In other words, an improvised training ground.

It’s roughly the time when the plan is set.

Additionally, attending the meeting as per the original plan has not changed.

Isn’t there fundamentally one more thing besides capturing the fake Girgo?

– As for the outsiders… Sorry, I couldn’t find out even with Cheontong. It was impossible to connect since I wasn’t wandering outside, and even if it was possible, I wouldn’t have approached. It’s dangerous to recklessly touch those who have even absorbed the little ones.

Outsiders.

In other words, those involved in Rebecca’s case.

They are meticulous.

Isn’t it too optimistic to hope for a situation where we don’t fight to the core or don’t fight to the end while chasing those guys?

Therefore, it is necessary to adapt the crown prince to various situations a little faster.

“It’s been a while since we had a sparring.”

“Yes, I haven’t had any lessons since coming here.”

“Why not? Didn’t I throw you into the battlefield under the pretext of training every time?”

“If I can’t handle a few dozen minions at once, I should put down my sword.”

I wonder what he’s sulking about.

There’s a grand intention to adapt him to one-on-many combat.

I picked up the switch.

The crown prince took a stance.

“So, what’s the pretext this time?”

“It’s not a pretext. Isn’t there a situation that might arise?”

If the opponent is strong… I’ve trained him too much on that.

He’s a person who grows every time he’s beaten, so I’ve already created experiences by beating him.

However, there’s one thing that’s bothering me now.

“Do you know the combat method of the dagger?”

“They fight wrapped in artifacts or curses. Aren’t they the ones who risk their lives to kill their opponents?”

“Yes, that’s enough to know.”

How to deal with magic and curses.

The crown prince lacks knowledge or experience in this area.

I didn’t intend to teach this in advance…

“The swordsmanship you’ve been wanting to learn so much. I’ll teach you just one thing.”

“Swordsmanship?”

“Spell Slash. You can call it that.”

The prince’s eyes widened.

Soon, the prince smiled brightly.

“You’re finally teaching me now?”

He seemed pleased.

He set aside his expectations.

“You won’t be able to do it perfectly. Regardless of your level, it’s a technique that can’t be completed without me.”

“Nothing is impossible for me.”

“Then you’ll find out today.”

The prince’s body was at the peak of an expert, and his mana was already close to that of a swordmaster.

But there was one thing.

That one thing, called experience or enlightenment, was lacking.

Of course, it couldn’t be filled immediately.

But, it wasn’t that nothing could be done.

‘I can mimic it. My body might get a bit damaged, though.’

Even with my body, which had just reached the mid-level of an expert, it was possible to mimic the sword intent.

The prince, too, if he understood the principle, could do it once or twice.

He could cut through a deadly curse.

So, how do you teach that?

The answer was always the same.

Just as the prince had done to me, I had no choice but to use the same method.

“Let’s get hit a bit. There’s nothing faster than learning with your body.”

Spell Slash is ultimately swordsmanship.

Especially for the prince.

In the future, that man would reach a level where he could reproduce Spell Slash through calculation and intuition, without even seeing or feeling the texture of the spell.

In the end, for that man, there was no faster way to learn than to repeat and master the same sword technique.

So,

“Hey, shoot.”

“Yes.”

Boom―!

Beatrice cast a spell towards the Crown Prince.

It was the moment the Crown Prince turned his body to avoid it.

“Ah-ha.”

*Smack!*

“Ugh!”

She approached and struck his calf with the sacred tree.

The Crown Prince glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

Well, what are you going to do about it?

“Don’t dodge, you should cut.”

The Crown Prince smiled crookedly.

A vein bulged on his forehead.

* * *

Beatrice had always thought that way.

That Yuren’s position as the Grand Duke of Callios was an alliance to overcome some external threat together.

That they wouldn’t have actually formed a master-servant relationship.

It wasn’t just Beatrice who thought that way.

Most people who knew Callios and the political circles of the system still speculated that way.

Callios only kept Pharos by his side for legitimacy.

…or so they said.

But now, that thought was changing to some extent.

*Smack!!!*

“Ugh…!”

“Adjust your arm position.”

Today marked the third day.

Beatrice continuously fired spells of the 3rd to 4th rank at Callios.

It was the output that most of the artifacts possessed.

Callios instinctively tried to deflect it with mana or dodge by turning his body.

Each time, Yuren struck Callios’ body to stop him.

“Cut. Not blocking, not deflecting, but cutting. That’s the key.”

“How…!”

“Imagine cutting. Your Highness can do it.”

“This crazy human…!”

“Didn’t you say you could do it? No such thing as impossible… This is why those who only talk big are the biggest problem…”

“…Wizard. Cast the spell again.”

It seemed as if Yuren was scraping away at Kallios’s insides, making him move according to his will.

And it became clear that Yuren’s knowledge of swordsmanship was far superior to Kallios’s, and he had the ability to see through all his movements.

Indeed.

Yuren was actually teaching Kallios swordsmanship.

There was a sense of amazement about that.

If we were to consider other things, it was like this:

‘Provocation, weak.’

Every time Yuren spoke, Kallios would grit his teeth and try again at the failed task.

It was clear that what lay beneath was sheer obstinacy.

Who would have thought the prince’s true character was like that?

Anyway, Beatrice gladly cast the spell.

Part of the reason was that it was somewhat enjoyable to torment Kallios.

But that feeling didn’t last long.

Smack!

“Ugh!”

“Trying to bounce back with mana again. Because it’s Vera.”

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“Unintentionally…”

“What’s the difference between you and a beast? Acting on instinct.”

“Your mouth is really…”

“Talking back to your master?”

“…Yeah.”

Smack!

“Ugh!”

“Watch your language. A bit.”

Yuren struck Kallios’s stomach with a switch.

Kallios gasped and drooled.

Beatrice also recalled that moment.

The moment when she was fused with the demon, beaten with that rod, and her arm was torn off.

Osooso―!

A chill ran down her spine.

Watching it made her feel nauseous.

Beatrice tried to endure it.

‘…He hit me to save me.’

So she could willingly erase such painful memories.

At that moment, Yuren spoke.

“Hey, cast the spell again.”

“…Yes.”

Fwoosh―!

The third-tier flame magic formed on Beatrice’s prosthetic hand.

Beatrice, once again, shot it at him without a hint of mercy.

It was then.

“You damn…!”

Thud!

Kallios stomped his foot.

An instrument appeared on his face.

Immediately, he gripped his sword with both hands and pulled it towards his body.

Beatrice held her breath.

That movement was too familiar.

He resembled Yuren so much that he overlapped with him in that moment.

“Die!!!”

Kwaaang―!

Kallios unleashed a sword strike.

It split the magic perfectly in half, filling Beatrice’s vision.

Beatrice, stunned by the shocking sight, froze.

Just before she was hit,

Thunk!

Before she knew it, Yuren appeared in front of her and deflected the sword energy into the air.

Beatrice looked at Yuren with surprised eyes.

Yuren, staring at Kallios, spoke.

“See? It can be done.”

Kallios blinked.

Then he looked blankly at his own hand.

“Huh?”

“If you keep getting hit, your body will get used to it. Let’s do a bit more while you’re getting the hang of it. Ah, I’ll make sure your body recovers somehow, so don’t think about whining.”

“Uh… okay…”

Slowly, Yuren moved behind Kallios again.

And then he spoke to Beatrice.

“Hey, shoot the magic again.”

But Beatrice couldn’t do it right away. She just let out a hollow laugh. Because Yuren’s words, ‘Your body will get used to it if you keep getting hit,’ were too absurd.

She couldn’t believe what was happening.

‘This is ridiculous.’

Magic cannot be cut.

The completed magic conglomerate has its own inherent organic nature, so cutting it would be like cutting the ‘spell’ itself.

How can you cut an invisible concept?

The reason Yuren could do it was because he had the ‘Tongue of the Demon.’

Then what about Kallios?

What on earth is this man who did this without even having eyes?

“Hey! Try it again! I think it’s working!”

Beatrice felt her blood run cold.

Because the man, who had a dumbfounded expression, then smiled brightly and picked up his sword again, didn’t seem human at all.

However,

Whoosh―!

The fireball thrown to deny it met the same end this time as well.

Slash―!

The magic was cut even more perfectly than before.

It didn’t explode but was sliced.

A sense of euphoria settled on Kallios’s face.

Beatrice’s gaze turned towards Yuren.

Yuren remained indifferent, as if it were only natural.

‘What on earth are you making?’

The question couldn’t escape her lips.

The rising emotion was fear.

For the first time in her life, Beatrice felt a sense of terror at the total amount of talent an individual could possess.

It was the day before the meeting.

＜ Gilrogo (2) ＞ End