Legendary Hero is an Academy Honors Student – 293



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In the middle of the training ground.

Three girls were standing.

One of them.

Ar was perking his ears and couldn’t control his excitement.

‘You can learn Auror skills directly from Aron!’

What an honor!

While Are’s blue eyes are shining brightly.

Eiran glanced at Berkia standing next to him.

‘I can’t believe I can learn with my ancestors.’

Fairy Knight Berkia.

A great hero who led the elf race after the end of the Age of Calamity.

As a disciple of Luna the progenitor of the nebula he was the guardian of the elves until the day he ended his life.

That’s why Eiran liked Berkia’s heroic stories as much as Luna.

This is not simply because she is the ancestor of the family and a great hero.

Berkia in the story was always proud.

As a disciple of great heroes I always did my best not to tarnish their names.

Eiran who had been timid since childhood could not help but be captivated by the story.

I can’t believe I can learn martial arts from the great hero Aron along with a hero like that.

‘How! ‘I’m shaking!’

It was when Eiran looked nervous.

“Why are you glancing at me like that earlier?”

Berkia glanced at Eiran and asked.

“yes? Oh no! therefore! that! that!”

Eiran who was embarrassed while looking at his slightly sharp eyes soon lowered his head and spoke with a red face.

“Oh you’re beautiful.”

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Berkia who was staring at Eiran who spoke in a hushed voice said.

“Are you pretty enough too?”

“Really?”

Berkia looked at Eiran who was genuinely happy as if he were suspicious.

Despite Berkia’s eyes Eiran just smiled innocently.

Shashak-! Berkia approached Ar.

“You know. “Isn’t he a little strange?”

“It looks normal.”

“Is that normal?”

Berkia slowly opened her eyes.

“Is there something about the way you look at me that is so vague and passionate? Are you in love with me? “Then it would be difficult.”

“I don’t know Eiran’s tastes but I think it’s normal to be vague and passionate.”

It was when Berkia looked at Ar with strange eyes.

“Sorry for being late.”

Aron appeared in the training hall.

“Aron!”

“Huh?”

Like an excited cat Ar pounced on Aron.

“it’s awesome! “I respect you!”

“Go away!”

Ar chases after Aron who is scared and running away.

Looking at that Berkia fell into serious trouble.

‘Are these guys perverts?’

Aron took a deep breath as he looked at the three girls standing in front of him.

It was a little scary to see Ar’s eyes sparkling so passionately that it seemed burdensome.

But Aron also had a question for Ar.

“Hey… you.”

“yes!”

“You said you can sign language freely right?”

“yes!”

Berkia opened her eyes wide.

‘You can use sign language freely like Master Aron?’

“Do you want to show me?”

“All right!”

Ar caught his breath at Aron’s words.

The reason Aron can hydrate freely is because of his unique breathing.

It was a technique that forced the expression of hydration by stimulating the blood of a prisoner flowing through the body through breathing.

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Aron’s unique breath was passed down to the beasts in later generations under the name [Breath of the Brave].

However Aron’s unique breathing wavelength could not be realized so sign language was still not achieved.

At the time of the entrance exam.

By conquering Aron’s world with Leo he obtained Aron’s breath as a reward for conquering it and gained the ability to sign language.

‘It’s my breathing.’

Aron’s eyes widened as he saw Ar’s breathing perfectly matching his own.

‘But I’m not handling my sign language skills properly.’

Aron said while looking at Ar who had succeeded in sign language.

“Can you use howling?”

“Of course! Should we do it now?!”

“for a moment…!”

“Koooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

The roar of a ferocious beast rang out.

Berkia and Eiran elves with sensitive hearing covered their ears without realizing it.

Aron cupped his face.

Ar looked up at Aron with twinkling eyes hoping for praise.

“Aya!”

“What are you doing?”

Berkia fed honey balm to Ar’s head with a tearful face.

After a while white-faced people gathered around.

“What’s going on!”

“I heard something unusual just now!”

Ar shook his head as he looked at the training hall that quickly turned into chaos.

“It’s no big deal.”

Aron calmed the soldiers and sent them away.

“Yes I roughly understand.”

Aron nodded.

“You can’t control your strength properly whether it’s sign language or howling.”

“yes?”

Ar opened his eyes wide.

I’ve heard similar things before.

‘The Black Rabbit told me that.’

Ar’s tail swayed gently.

“How should I explain this? “I decided to think about it a little more first.”

Aron crossed his arms and thought for a moment before looking at Berkia and Eiran.

“Airan. “You seem a lot like Berkia.”

“Me with him?”

“Such sweet words….”

Berkia opened her eyes and Eiran was so happy that he didn’t know what to do.

“Yes it’s as if Berkia and I are blood relatives.”

Ar and Eiran trembled at Aron’s words.

“What about it?”

“It smells the same.”

‘As expected of you Aron.’

‘Be sharp!’

If it is discovered that Eiran is a descendant of Berkia the attack will fail.

It was when Ar and Eiran looked nervous.

“so. “If we spar with each other wouldn’t there be something we can learn from each other?”

“I guess so.”

Berkia nodded and pulled out her sword.

“Pull out your sword. Stick with me.”

“It’s an honor.”

Ar’s eyes sparkled.

“Aron! Do I fight with those two too?”

“no.”

Aron shook his head.

“First kneel down and try.”

Good!

Ar quickly knelt down in front of Aron.

“Close your eyes.”

Ar closed his eyes.

“Concentrate and don’t move for a while.”

“What are the effects of this practice?”

“Mental discipline.”

“okay! If you don’t want to be swayed by power you definitely need to increase your concentration!”

‘When you become calm you won’t attack me anymore.’

Ar didn’t know.

The fact that Aron the hero he respects is truly afraid of him.

***

Runia looked at Katariu in front of her with a nervous expression.

Fiora was pecking at the chocolate that Runia had given her next to her.

Katariu looked at Runia with a sour face.

“What do you think is the nature of flame?”

Runia answered Catariu’s question.

“I think it’s immortal.”

Katariu giggled at those words.

“Why?”

“Because the flame of Phoenix burns forever.”

“okay. “It’s an answer worthy of an elf who wields the phoenix’s flame.”

Katariu rested his chin.

“But you’re wrong. The essence of flame is destruction.”

Katariu’s eyes fell coldly.

Runia trembled.

“Even Phoenix faces ultimate extinction. “Even the flames we emit are not perfect.”

Hwareuk-

A white flame appeared in Katariu’s hand.

“Not even my flame King of Phoenix can burn forever. “Because I am not immortal.”

Katariu clenched his fist and the flames flew out.

“Of course there is a flame that really never goes out.”

Katariu with an alluring smile spoke in a low voice.

“A hateful flame of disaster that sets the world on fire.”

Runia’s face turned white.

Katariu smiled when he saw that.

“Have you seen it?”

You can’t forget if you try to forget.

A primordial evil that brought overwhelming despair with just a small fragment.

Katariu smiled deeply at Runia.

“A hateful black flame that could only block the white flames of the Phoenix King who has been called [Flame Emperor] for generations. Even the flame is a fire that burns the world. Therefore the essence of fire is destruction.”

“Yeom… Jeyo?”

“huh? “It’s a very famous story that the Phoenix King’s second name is [Flame Emperor] right?”

“That’s right.”

It’s a story that wasn’t famous during Runia’s time.

Because the Phoenix King’s lineage disappeared after the Age of Calamity.

The reason Runia was surprised was simple.

[Flame Emperor].

That’s because it was the same name as Luna’s magic that Leo had taught Luna to Luna which she ultimately failed to complete.

“Of course that perverted old man talks about how the essence of fire is creation and all that.”

A golden flame bloomed in Katariu’s hand.

“that?”

“It is the flame of Dweno. “The old man said he would teach you the essence of the flame right?”

Katariu curled the corners of his mouth.

“It means he will give his spark to you.”

“Give me a spark…? “Is that possible?”

“huh. “It is possible if you have a flame equal to mine or the Great Spirit of Fire.”

Runia’s eyes widened at those words.

In other words Dweno’s flame was equivalent to the Phoenix King and the Great Spirit of Fire.

“When a flame catches a flame stronger than itself it burns even more fiercely.”

‘I… take the flame of Lord Dweno….’

Katariu chuckled.

“Well I think it’s absolutely impossible for you to catch Dweno’s flame.”

“Why?”

“Because Dweno’s flame is special.”

Katariu adjusted the essence of flame entrusted to him by Dweno to eye level.

“Dweno’s flame burns longer than the flames of the Phoenix King or the Great Spirit of Fire.”

Runia swallowed her dry saliva.

“If you eat carelessly you will get sick. You won’t die but it will hurt enough to kill you? how is it? Do you want to swallow it?”

Runia took a deep breath.

“You mean you won’t die?”

Runia grinned.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“You’re brave.”

Katariu threw a golden flame at Runia with a sad look on his face.

Runia was embarrassed when she received it.

Looking at that Katariu rested his chin and smiled.

“Swallow.”

At Katariu’s words Runia closed her eyes tightly and swallowed Dweno’s flame with her mouth.

“Huh?”

Runia fell to her knees as the heat spread throughout her body.

Katariu who was coldly looking at Runia writhing in pain gestured towards Fiora who was embarrassed.

“You come and see.”

Bleep?

Fiora rolled and rolled until she was in front of Katariu.

“That look is definitely cute.”

Beep! Beep!

Fiora rolled around happily.

“But you are definitely damaging Phoenix’s dignity.”

Fiora’s movements stopped.

Hwareuk-!

The chocolate Fiora was eating burned without a trace.

Katariu stood up.

“A beautiful spark comes from a healthy mind and a healthy body. So diet.”

Katariu raised his leg with an evil expression on his face.

Woe!

The kick flew towards Fiora as if she had kicked a ball.

Wow~

Fiora got scared and started running away.

“If you don’t run fast it’s okay!” I’m going to kick you! Hahahahaha!”

Katariu smiled like an evil witch and chased Fiora around.

A world of hell unfolded in the open space of Dweno’s workshop.

Carl who was looking at the scene out the window looked fed up.

“Can I do that?”

“Leave me alone.”

Dweno took out a book from the study.

“In alchemy individual effort is important. “This is the alchemy book I wrote.”

“Can I receive something like this?”

“I shouldn’t have done it in the first place. “What does it matter?”

“yes?”

“Just read. “If you can understand it at all it’s yours.”

Dweno chuckled and patted Carl on the shoulder.

“Even if you’re not good at anything else you definitely have a talent for alchemy so give it a try.”

“…I’m sad that it doesn’t just come as a compliment.”

Carl smiled sadly.

After a while.

The door opened and Driana came in.

“Dweno! Here it is! “This is a statue that I carved with all my might!”

“….”

Dweno accepted the statue given by Driana.

“It’s original.”

“yes! “I think originality is important as an artist…”

“Did you say knife?”

“yes.”

“What do you think this is?”

“It’s a work of art.”

“Ahem.”

Driana opened her chest wide.

Dweno’s face became even colder.

“Tell me the truth.”

“…Trash.”

As soon as Cal finished speaking Dweno threw the statue of Driana towards the wall.

Flap-!

The sound of crushing clay rang out.

“Did you say Driana? “I dream of becoming an artist.”

“yes? Yes yep!”

“Knock it out.”

“yes?”

“Do not desecrate beauty! “You damned brat!!”

“Heeeeeeeek!”

“You gave up on becoming a blacksmith because you felt like you couldn’t keep up with me? Did you ever think of becoming an artist who expresses beauty with such rotten spirit? Is that kind of trash art? Art is funny! “How dare you ignore beauty!”

Dweno grabbed Driana by the collar with his clumsy hands and shook her.

The knife ran into a corner due to its brutal force.

Dweno dragged Driana to one side of the workshop and forced her to stand in front of the furnace.

“Lift the ore! “Make a weapon!”

“yes? “But I’ve been making counterfeits of Dweno’s weapons for years.”

“Rather than waste materials by making trash like that I’d rather make a counterfeit! Like weapons! What if it’s a fake? If you can just slice and hit your enemies that’s enough! “If you can block the enemy’s attack that’s enough!”

“That… the weapon is also a piece of work so how can you make the weapon with that kind of heart…”

“Why is the weapon a work of art? As long as the weapon can break the enemy’s head that’s it! How dare you put weapons and art on the same level! “This is such a bad thing to learn!”

“Hey!”

Driana was frightened by the ferocious spirit of Dweno who sincerely regarded the weapon as lower than a work of art.

Karl who was watching this from a corner muttered to himself.

‘No… Master Dweno shouldn’t talk like that!’

“Get the hammer! Put down your weapons! Because I can’t tolerate someone like you making art even if dirt gets in my eyes! “If you go anywhere and talk nonsense about being an artist I’ll kick you out!”