I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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As he touched the box, a majestic voice resounded in Philip’s head.

—… who arrived here I will test your qualifications.

Philip nodded, knowing that it was originally like this.

“Ah, yes.”

-Do you know what’s inside this?

“I know. It is the golden seal of Youssef.”

-What are you trying to accomplish with it?

Phillip replied boldly, as if nothing had happened.

“I will use it for self-interest. I want to make money.”

A moment of silence followed.

– Passed. You are qualified to be my successor. If you were talking nonsense, I was going to burn your head and kill you… Tsk.

The dignity in his voice disappeared in an instant, replaced by that of a frivolous old man.

Philip said with a smile.

“I will use it well.”

―Well, yes. eat well

As soon as the voice disappeared, the box opened. Philip took out the golden brooch it contained and held it in his hand.

“Whoa… .”

The voice just now belonged to Corinne Youssef, a legendary tycoon and tycoon.

Philip also did not know much about the person. It was just that he was the only mortal to win the bet with the dragon.

But I know how to use this brooch.

Because I invested at least 100 hours to figure this out.

Originally, when you touch this box, several random options appear, but if you choose an altruistic option such as helping someone or world peace, you either die immediately or receive dozens of curses, making it better to die.

‘… I figured this out by hammering it into my body.’

Philip raised his sword spirit, dug out the glowstone stuck in the ceiling, and put it in a separate pocket.

It was easy so far, but the next step was the problem.

Because I had to deal with merchants who had been living off someone’s back all their lives.

‘Yousef’s Golden Seal’ was only a means to an end. Philip’s goal was to take this to Yousef Company, meet the current head of the Yousef family, and be recognized as a special member.

Philip came out and took the brooch he got from the box with his hand.

Soldering marks were visible on the surface of the brooch emblazoned with a fire-breathing dragon.

“I have to tear this off.”

Philip pulled out Neria and raised his sword again.

—… … I don’t think so. If I’m wrong, I’ll break the brooch?

It was as Neria said. As I brought the brooch to the swaying sword, it seemed that I would have to rely on heavenly luck to cut out only the soldered parts due to its unstable shape.

“Can’t you fix the sword technique, this?”

―Then that’s sword steel! In the first place, master, how do you use your sword skills? From Neria’s point of view, Master is good at number fights and psychological warfare, and his swordsmanship level is just that of Neria’s sixth master, right?

“What level is that?”

—… It’s like a mercenary who has excellent talent but has no luck and hasn’t learned properly. Would you eventually lose to someone who has mastered high-level swordsmanship since childhood?

“Then you are saying that you can only use sword skills when your swordsmanship level is high? I think a little differently.”

-What are your thoughts, Master?

“… Swordsmanship and magic are two different things. Neria. I can assure you this much. In the first place, the human body is made of matter, and mana is energy that is manipulated by non-material will, so it doesn’t make sense to be good at swordsmanship and handle mana well.”

―Neria doesn’t know what the master is talking about… .

“To put it simply, your skills as a swordsman and your ability to manipulate magical powers may complement each other, but they are not synonymous. This is what I feel while researching the Moonlight Sword, but if you approach it creatively, you can do something like this.”

– What are you talking about, really.

As Philip concentrated and controlled his breathing, he could feel the magic flow through his body.

‘… I can feel that mana is accumulated in the Danjeon.’

The unmanned people create a virtual space in this organ called Danjeon and gather their magic there. It was the same with Philip before he was possessed.

But now Philip was uncomfortable with something.

The power called magical power was basically energy with some degree of cohesion.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to accumulate magic in the body, no matter how long research and development went through.

Philip raised his right index finger. Soon, magic flowed through his fingers, and the magic power was compressed to form a single shape around his fingers.

—… uh… How did you do it?

I heard Neria’s startled voice.

“How to do it, I formed an aura on my finger.”

-Is that what happened? Fingers than that! Are your fingers okay?

Philip replied, gnawing at the solder marks on the brooch with his aura-clad fingers.

“Of course it’s fine.”

―There’s no way it’ll be okay! If you pull out the aura directly with a person’s body, the skin will burst… … Oh, are you really fine?

“I didn’t pull it out myself, I just formed it around my finger.”

―How on earth… ?

“Do you know about centrifugal force and gravity?”

―Neria doesn’t know that.

“Then I’ll tell you later. good. It’s open.”

When I opened the brooch, it was filled with sand. As the sand poured out, a ring with an ultramarine jewel was revealed.

Philip put the ring on his left little finger and walked back to the store.

* * *

The Academy’s shopping district was a difficult place to make a lot of profit.

It was because the floating population itself was small, and during the vacation period, it was no different from a dead commercial district.

However, because of the advantage of being able to make friends with young aristocrats or famous professors in academia, if it was a large trading company set on the continent, it had a branch in the shopping district.

Of course, the same was true of Youssef Sanghoe.

They had a great influence enough to step into trade between countries, but they were famous for not doing anything just because it made money.

In the first place, it did not engage in commercial activities targeting general customers, but did business with historic families, mage towers, or transnational military groups called ‘Sword Gods’.

‘But with this ring, the story will change.’

Philip stood in front of the Yousef store building, fiddling with the ‘Yousef’s golden seal’ on his finger.

The branch of Yousef Firm, which has been completely remodeled from a yolk building in the shopping district, started working even though it was still early in the morning, so a guard was guarding the entrance.

“stop. who are you?”

They were guards with swords, not spears or halberds. Philip felt an unusual momentum from him.

“good morning.”

“yes. good morning. Do you have any business… ?”

Philip, who looked like an aristocrat at first glance, greeted him first, and the guards also greeted him with an awkward expression.

“Did the branch manager go to work?”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“I don’t have any prior commitments, but I will probably cancel the ones I have and try to meet me. Please tell the branch manager. Philip Oswald brought the golden seal.”

“… All right. Please wait a moment.”

“I see.”

After a moment of conflict, the guard opened the front door and said a few words to the person inside.

The family of Count Oswald was a prestigious family with close ties to the royal family.

‘I had to wait a long time in the game, but it’s nice to have a noble status.’

It was difficult for the main character, who was a commoner, to snoop recklessly at Yousef Company.

Even if he tried to find the golden seal and meet with the branch manager, he would often not meet him, and it was difficult to make an appointment without raising his reputation level in advance.

Even the story of the golden seal could not be brought up.

“Excuse me. I will guide you myself.”

Philip entered the store building following the guards’ guidance. When several of the merchants from the company ran into Philip, they bowed their heads politely.

“If you wait for a while in the parlor, the branch manager will be back soon.”

The guard escorted Philip into the living room and stood motionless by the open door.

Philip looked around the lavishly decorated living room for a while before sinking into a luxurious leather sofa.

‘… what. This.’

It was a comfortable sofa that made me wonder what was inside. I was about to fall asleep in an instant.

He waited for the branch manager to appear with his legs crossed. However, after waiting for several minutes, the branch manager did not appear.

“How long should I wait?”

“That, the branch manager is handling an important task… .”

The guard blurted out his words as if he was embarrassed. Philip laughed.

‘I’m sure it came out like this even though I said I brought a golden seal.’

For Philip, who was well aware of the meaning of ‘Youssef’s Golden Seal’ to the Sanghoe, it was clear what the branch manager was thinking.

“Go and tell. I’m only going to wait for three minutes from now, and if you don’t come to see me within that time, I’ll go to another branch. She probably knows what I mean.”

“no… that… .”

A drop of cold sweat fell on the dignified guard’s face. He was afraid of taking care of the back because he knew how dirty the temper of the branch manager of this store was.

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“You have 2 minutes and 50 seconds left. Time goes on.”

“Ah, I see.”

After making a decision, the guard moved quickly. Exactly 30 seconds after he disappeared, I heard the sound of a hasty climb up the stairs, and a young beauty in a silk dress hurriedly entered the drawing room.

Philip sat cross-legged and raised his hand.

“Are you here?”

Lizriel Youssef, the head of the Freevia branch of Youssef Firm, looked at Philip with bated breath. A few drops of sweat flowed down his exposed shoulders from the sudden, rapid movement.

On the hand he raised, he saw a ring with an ultramarine blue jewel.

Philip clicked his tongue a few times as if he felt sorry for her.

“Then why did you weigh people?”

Rizriel Youssef bit her lip slightly. I was angry and ashamed, but there was something more important than that.

‘… It’s like a f*cking idiot.’

Rizriel Youssef looked at the handsome man in front of him.

Philip Oswald. A famous maniac that few people know among noble families.

She had also heard rumors of him.

Having a riot at a social party, or committing a crime against your sister’s maid. Things like the beating of several heirs of aristocratic families.

‘To think that a foolish scion who had no future appeared in front of me with a golden seal. Does this make sense?’

She was the real daughter of Oslei Yousef, the owner of Yousef Firm. That’s why he knew about the existence of the ‘Golden Seal’, which only his immediate family could know about.

An object that symbolizes the qualifications of a ‘special member’ who has not appeared even once since the death of Corinne Yousef, the third president of the club.

‘… No, it can’t be a real seal in the first place. How could that idiot get that?’

Rizriel’s mind became complicated in an instant.

Philip looked at her and thought with a smile.

‘That girl. I think the brain freeze came right.’

Of course, Philip knew who she was and who she was.

Rizriel Youssef was the youngest member of the direct line of Youssef Corporation, which had the right to succeed. Unlike her ambitions and abilities, she had little power or influence.

So the harder it went, the better it was for Philip. Anyway, Philip was the top in this position.

“Aren’t people’s words the same as words? Miss Youssef. Am I asking for too much? I just want to be treated the way I deserve.”

“… Confucius. Could you take a moment to check the golden seal before I treat you as you deserve?”

Director Lizriel asked cautiously.

“Whatever you said.”

Philip imbued the ring on his finger with magic. Then, the light from the ultramarine jewel spread wide like a flashlight, and when it touched the drawing room wall, the shape of a blue dragon appeared.

It was the symbol of Elion Yousef, the founder of Yousef Firm. It couldn’t be an imitation because it was a pattern that only the direct line of Yousef Company could know.

Then a high-pitched hiccup sound was heard.

“… Hey!”

“Are you done now?”

When Phillip asked, Branch Manager Lizriel nodded, blushing with embarrassment.

“yes… hi! Excuse me, hehehehe, there were many. hi! please forgive me… hehehehe… .”

Lizriel, who bowed his head respectfully, shook his shoulders greatly from the hiccup. Philip almost burst out laughing.

‘It’s cute.’

Rizriel Youssef was quite popular in the community. The other characters with the surname ‘Yousef’ were overly impersonal and only maintained businesslike relationships until the end of the game.

However, only Rizriel would joke around when intimacy was raised, or even offer intimate skinship when choosing a female lead.

And because of his unique tsundere personality, he secretly sent a lot of letters.

If you take ‘Yousef’s Golden Seal’ to another branch, Rizriel, who lost the succession competition, will be killed or relegated to a dangerous place such as the Great Desert or the Northern Front.

Because of that, Philip always took the seal to Rizriel after he perfectly figured out the golden seal route.

“… Go get a glass of water and come. Let’s talk after that.”

“yes… Hey!”

At Philip’s invitation, Lizriel quickly left the drawing room.

From now on, she was destined to be Philip’s stockholder.