Academy's Genius Swordsman

Chapter 213

Chapter 213

HEL SCANS

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[Note: With more context revealed, it has been made clear that Zafia is a male. Not female. Going forward, Zafia will be referred to as He/Him. We apologize for any inconvenience caused in your reading experience.]

This is Zaifas handwriting.

Ronan narrowed his gaze as he looked at the parchment. He had seen Zaifas scribbles before when they drank together in Parzan. It was unmistakably Zaifas handwriting.

Im sure.

The parchment he held was a collection of letters addressed to Barka. The date of receipt was separately noted in the lower right corner of each letter.

Arranged in chronological order, the letters were all worn to the point where the edges were torn. Some were in particularly bad condition, with torn edges patched together as if they had been torn apart and then stuck back together.

He must have read them a lot. But was Barkas claim true?

Suddenly, Ronan recalled Barkas words inside the ice cave. Barka had mentioned that Zaifa had mentioned his name in a letter.

Could it be

Doubts that had been lying deep within him began to surface. Seeing Ronan suddenly stop in his tracks, Adeshan raised an eyebrow.

Ronan? What are you doing over there?

Just a moment hold on.

Ronan raised his hand, signaling for Adeshan to wait. This couldnt be ignored. He began to read the letter as if he were captivated by something. The first letter had arrived eight years ago.

Little brother, are the soldiers gathering as planned Although I have made a pact with the Emperor, but damn it.

Ronan muttered curses as he read the letter. It was nothing short of a rebellion plan. Beneath the instructions lay confidential information about the Imperial Army.

Jaegers words were wrong. He had mentioned that Zaifa and Barkas relationship had completely deteriorated after Zaifas surrender, but that was clearly misinformation. Zaifa was in fact closely allied with Barka.

That damn cat!

It felt like being hit by an axe of disbelief. Ronan continued to quickly scan through the next letters. They contained increasingly rebellious content.

Until just three years ago, Zaifa had been talking about the liberation of the North and the Empire becoming a heap of ashes. Every word seemed filled with venom. It felt like he could understand why Navirose had warned him.

There was a profound sense of betrayal, but at the same time, it felt pitiful. Ronan wondered what could have happened in the past to make a person become like this. Occasionally, the vague reminiscences of memories with his childhood sweetheart would offer fleeting glimpses into the past, hinting at what might have been.

Did he say his entire family was killed?

In the letters, Zaifa expressed more hatred towards the Empire than anyone else. Although there was a mention of Nebula Clazier at one point, the main topic was always the anger towards the Empire and the consolidation of the North. As Ronan read on, he grabbed the next letter.

Today, while carrying out a mission, I met a guy named Ronan huh?

His eyes widened as he saw a familiar name. Judging by the date, the letter was written about two years ago. It contained the events of the day when he, along with Aselle and Zafia, dealt with Nebula Clazier on Wyverns.

He was quite amusing In terms of interest, hes on par with the Swordmaster I mentioned before, Navirose A little brat who hasnt even reached twenty yet, yet he carries a sense of justice

Ronan realized that Zaifa had been closely observing him. It seemed that standing up against the giant organization Nebula Clazier had piqued his interest.

From then on, the tone of the letters began to change. The main content was no longer about hatred towards the Empire, but rather about plans for the future and precautions to be taken.

Hes a remarkable guy. He even asked me to help move. Can you believe it?

Having heard Ronans words, I conducted an investigation. Those guys are much more dangerous than we thought Brother, be careful of Nebula Clazier. Now is not the time for us to fight amongst ourselves

There was no more talk of rebellion in the letters from around this time. As the dates approached the present, the venom seemed to lessen.

The recent letters mainly consisted of brief updates, along with a recurring theme emphasizing that now is not the time for rebellion, and everyone must unite their strength to eliminate those fanatics. It seemed that Barkas temper had flared up, as evidenced by the fact that all the letters from this time period had been torn once and then reattached.

Two months ago, I drank with Ronan we were attacked by a guy named Darman at the summit of Parzan

The last letter detailed events that occurred at the Festival of Swords. Zaifa no longer referred to Ronan with derogatory terms, such as a brat. The letter ended with the assertion that the northern forces needed to unite and fight against Nebula Clazier.

The reading of the letters lasted less than three minutes. Ronan chuckled as he looked away from the letters.

Old geezer, being wishy-washy.

Zaifa was not a traitor. The axe did not strike his heel. Ronan realized that it was he himself who had changed him. This was the difference from his previous life that he had been searching for.

Whether intentional or not, by meeting him, Zaifa forgot the hatred and pursued another justice. Ronan felt like he understood why Barka despised Zafia so much.

The outlines of the events were starting to become clearer. Ronan was determined to continue his pursuit. Just as he was about to proceed, a broken voice from behind the door interrupted him.

Did you read that?

From somewhere, Barkas confusion could be heard. It was the Aura stolen from Bishop Teranill in the past. The shockwave, which became more powerful with each iteration, blew away all the shelves, experimental tools, and displayed corpses in the laboratory. Seeing the potential power, Ronan muttered to himself.

I should have done this sooner.

There was nothing left to obstruct their vision. The two of them looked in the direction indicated by the Blood Needle. Across the hazy dust cloud, Barka stood amidst the chaos of the laboratory.

Grrrr

Ronan and Barka locked eyes. The low growl that emanated from Barka seemed to reveal his primal nature, driven by the current circumstances.

His limbs that had been severed had regenerated. He held two large swords in his hands. Ronan, aiming his sword at Barka, opened his mouth.

Nice swords. So, is this the end of your message?

Hold on, Ronan. Somethings off.

Just as he was about to activate his Aura again, Adeshan grabbed Ronans shoulder. He tilted his head.

Whats wrong?

That isnt Barka.

What?

Ronans brows narrowed at the inexplicable words. Something indeed seemed off. The figure was much smaller than Barka and emitted a much more intense aura. However the resemblance between the two was strong enough to cause confusion. Ronan narrowed his eyes.

Then who is that?

I dont know either. But this Aura is undoubtedly Zaifas Unless.

For a moment, Adeshans face froze. She seemed like someone who had discovered a terrifying fact that she didnt even want to imagine. Amidst an awkward silence. The adversary who had been standing still suddenly rushed towards them.

Grrrr! Kraaaaagh!

This!

Ronans eyes widened. Three blades were locked together, growling at each other as if they were about to devour each other. A Weretiger boy, covered in black fur all over his body, was rushing towards Ronan.

Kuhh!

Ugh!

The force was so overwhelming that even activating Varens aura wouldnt push him back. The monstrous creature surpassed Barka in both speed and strength. It was unclear where such a creature had emerged from.

Deep scar marks were carved around his thick neck. Every time the boy opened his mouth, the stench of decaying corpses wafted out. Like Barkas other subordinates, he seemed like a corpse warrior revived by necromancy. For a moment, the boy retreated and then rushed forward again.

Kraagh!

Damn it, what the hell is this?

Clang! A whirlwind of sword strikes rained down on Ronan. There was no gap in the attacks, like a raging torrent. From far away in the laboratory, Barkas voice echoed.

Allow me to introduce Cough! My masterpiece, containing all my wishes. I was barely able to decrypt it in time

Barka!

The two of them turned their heads simultaneously. This time, it was truly Barka. His wounds were still not fully healed.

Metal prosthetics and orthoses were roughly implanted into his severed limbs. Ronan tried to rush towards Barka, but the monster in front of him wouldnt allow it.

Damn it, get out of the way!

Kreck!

No matter which angle Ronan swung his sword, the boy either dodged or parried. Sparks flew with each clash of the blades. Among the opponents Ronan fought recently, he was undoubtedly one of the top.

What the hell is this guy?

Suddenly, the words Barka said earlier crossed Ronans mind. He had mentioned something about a weapon capable of destroying both Zaifa and the Empire. Suddenly, Ronans face hardened as he faced the boy.

You, could it be

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He seemed to have realized the boys identity. A chill ran down his spine for a moment.

It was hard to believe that a person could be so evil. Though still young, the overall contour of the face closely resembled someone Ronan knew. Barka, who was catching his breath, spoke up.

Yes Hes Aradan Turkon, the son of Zaifa.

HEL SCANS

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