Chapter 272

With Siegfried’s appearance, the usual hectic meal time became even more busier, and I finally finished my meal and decided to take him to the arena.

Siegfried continued to make excuses that the energetic appearance he had shown for the first time was difficult, but as soon as he saw Laika, who appeared from under the table, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

“Hummy...Ship...Pearl...! That’s a Welsh Corgi!”

I didn’t know what it was called in another world, so I just called it a shepherd’s dog, but Siegfried, who didn’t care about that, was busy petting Laika while talking about terms from his previous life.

[The main owner. It’s burdensome.]

The guy who accepts Cheryl or Ragnis as if he’s happy in the world when petted by him is a demon dog with strong tastes. While moving, holding Siegfried, who could not hear Laika, Cheryl and Griffith quietly followed and expressed their anticipation.

I think it’s probably a trick to get something from our sparring... Since there are two people with a much higher level of swordsmanship than the warrior’s swordsmanship, it’s burdensome.

“If you had such a cute dog, you should have brought it to the Empire!”

“I didn’t have it then, and now it’s become a demon dog, but it’s definitely a demon sword.”

“...ok?”

He, like me, didn’t have the knowledge of crafting a magic sword, so he showed a bewildered expression and said he didn’t understand. There was nothing to do on the way to the training ground anyway, so when I explained roughly how the demonic swords were made in the early days, Cheryl and Gleewills admired Laika’s performance in the battle, and Siegfried lamented the broken personality of the demonic sword makers. did. Then he nodded and talked to me about what was so satisfying.

“As expected, I see people astonishingly. If it were others, I would have been blinded by their performance and would have used them as demonic swords, but my younger brother doesn’t even care about that?”

“Better a cute dog than an ugly thing that needs to drink blood.”

“That’s right. How’s that different from human sacrifice? Then what does he eat now? Can he replenish his strength with a regular meal?”

“With the advice of experts, we have taken alternative measures. There is no need to drink blood anymore.”

I was worried that Siegfried would get blinded by the Leica and make a fuss about getting a magic sword himself, but luckily he understood that much and didn’t ask me about the Leica anymore.

“Your brother is having a very eventful life too? He hit the devil, the demonic sword, and even the traitor’s neck. Now he’s a former court mage’s apprentice and an academy assistant? He really lives without a good day.”

“Thanks to the simple goal, the work to do is clear.”

“But it’s not as easy as it sounds. Aren’t there a lot of people who can’t get their bearings even in good conditions?”

“Like the warrior?”

“Ayy. I’m still a nobleman.”

“What is a nobleman?”

“That, what are you talking about? It means I’m doing well.”

Anyway, it’s hard to pretend not to know when you talk to this person. It feels like I’m on my nerves to tackle each one of them even in a conversation that isn’t a big deal... but I don’t particularly hate these actions that evoke nostalgia for the past. Will there come a day when I can reveal that I am a person from the same neighborhood and talk about it? In the past, I hid it simply to keep an eye on the situation, but now it was difficult to say because my back stomach was Lady Epaga.

“Stop talking nonsense and prepare to show off your swordsmanship. Shall I say that a person with a level of bravery is just that good?”

If a guy with no talent talks about it, it would be considered a joke. For some reason, when I heard a voice coming out of my mouth, I went up to the arena with Siegfried, who was getting nervous, and I shared a moderate sum and looked at swordsmanship.

“How is it? Haven’t you developed some roots?”

Siegfried, who does not pay any attention to those who still look up to him, speaks confidently and attempts an upper-level attack. Attack and number of attacks that are used as the basis for most swordsmanship without anything special. It was a counterattack and block action, but it was very special just to show off longsword swordsmanship without hesitation with that crazy-sized greatsword.

Every time Siegfried’s sword is swung, it makes a sound that I want to express, rather than splitting the wind. The size that can be seen with the naked eye and the weight that can be felt through the split wind and the speed that contradicts it creates a strange sense of disparateness.

“Did you choose longsword swordsmanship yourself?”

“No. A professor recommended it? He said there’s no problem wielding it anyway.”

After all, it seems that the professorship of the Imperial Academy was won by playing cards. The unidentified professor who taught him by properly changing some of the movements that he couldn’t take because it was a greatsword was great, but Siegfried, who learned it this way, was certainly not unusual.

After 5 minutes of sparring, correcting and checking my posture little by little, I was able to achieve significant results.

“The warrior’s learning ability seems to be a kind of blessing.”

“... Huh? What do you mean by that?”

“It’s literally. It’s not that you learn quickly because you’re a genius, it’s just that you master it repeatedly. It’s a very strange sensation.”

A level of learning ability that allows others to acquire a skill that would be halfway acquired by practicing 20 times in about 3 times. It was almost clear when compared to the experience in the Empire.

“Compared to the previous Dalian, I can see it. Unnecessary movements and habits are not something that can be eliminated in such a short period of time, but even most of them have disappeared.”

“Maybe that’s genius?”

“No. I know this because I’ve dealt with geniuses. The warrior lacks mastery and lacks all the actions associated with it. Bottom defense and mid-half lateral slash. Didn’t you practice roughly?”

“Chibeol...? Can you see that?”

Siegfried’s sincere admiration was indeed worth seeing, but it only stood out because it was so clearly different from other movements. And now, as Siegfried repeats the corrections I made in Dalian, it becomes even clearer.

Every time you wield it, it feels like skipping through several stages of a trial and error process.

“It’s not that I look good, it’s that there’s a difference in perfection between movements that require a lot of practice and those that don’t. There’s no such thing as a genius. If you tell me one thing, I’ll fix it right away and even try to find an improvement point.”

“Is that the story of the younger brother painting his face with gold?”

“He’s talking about him. He.”

When he pointed the wooden sword at Cheryl, the eyes of the onlookers and Siegfried were all focused on him. It might be embarrassing at this level, but Cheryl didn’t show much reaction, befitting a confident owner who proudly calls herself a genius.

What was certain was that performance was a definite blessing, rather than simply being gifted with natural talent. It was because Siegfried was saying that it would not be an absurd story to acquire all the knowledge of the academy before graduation, as long as he put in the effort.

I mean, regardless of field. Certainly, a warrior is a warrior.

“Somehow... it’s strangely easy to study...”

His belated realization made him lose his senses, but his face was not like that of a warrior.