I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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Steam rose from the body that had just been bathed.

“Huh-heung, heung-heung-heung~”

Rizriel Youssef hummed and wiped her wet body with a dry towel.

She has been having a busy day without a bird to open her eyes these days.

Originally, the future that would come to her, who had been pushed to the bottom in the battle for the succession, would have been very cruel.

If he was unlucky, he might have been assassinated without even knowing a mouse or bird, and if he was lucky, he would have been sold as a waitress in a high-end salon.

But there was no need to be afraid anymore.

Because I had the strongest hand in my hand.

Just remembering that fact made me smile.

‘Sister, brother. You don’t have a golden seal. Then what should I wear?’

She wiped herself thoroughly, checking the flab on her body with her fingers. Just the right body that doesn’t feel too thin or chubby.

In order to create a perfect body that would not be divided into likes or dislikes, she tended to put a lot of effort into it.

‘Even though the person who should be using it doesn’t seem interested.’

Philip Oswald.

The owner of the Golden Seal and a swordsmanship instructor at the Privia Academy.

If she seduced him well, Rizriel would be able to seize the real power of Yousef Corporation much more easily and quickly.

But somehow Philip didn’t seem to have any rational feelings for her.

Of course, it didn’t matter if it wasn’t really that kind of relationship, but it would have been nice to get a little closer.

It was always Rizriel who felt sorry for her, and Philip had to let go of her hand and entrust the golden seal to another Youssef.

In order to hold him a little tighter, and even for personal feelings, progress in the relationship was not an option, but a necessity.

“… How do you flirt?”

“yes?”

The maid who had just come to bring her clothes asked again. Lizriel blushed and waved her hands.

“No, I didn’t mean to you.”

“… Please?”

Lizriel said nothing and put on the red nightgown the maid had given her.

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“huh?”

Then she suddenly noticed that there was something strange attached to her clothes. There was something like thin paper sandwiched between the heavily sewn sleeves.

‘What is this?’

Lizriel, tilting her head and fiddling with her sleeve, immediately took out the paper from between her sleeves and brought it close to her face.

It was a palm-wide piece of paper folded several times.

It felt like a confidential letter, so she opened it.

“… what’s this? Delrin. did you do this?”

I looked at the maid and asked. She widened her eyes and shook her head.

“no! I’m not. There is no reason for me to joke like that.”

“Then who is it? Is the content a bit strange? You are currently being targeted for assassination by our organization… As soon as you receive this letter, do you evacuate to the third place you think is safe?”

At the bottom of the letter was a pattern that Rizriel had also seen somewhere.

It was in the form of a thin dagger piercing the part where the black crescent moon intersected.

The moment she saw the pattern, Rizriel felt the heat still remaining in her body cool down at once.

“… Delrin. Really, really, you didn’t do it, did you?”

Maid Delrin cried when she saw that Lizriel’s complexion had turned pale.

“I really am not. miss.”

“I would rather have been you… .”

Rizriel also had a teary face. It wasn’t just his expression, he really wanted to cry.

If this pattern was the same as what she knew, it was because from now on, it was as if she was living a terminally ill life.

“… Delrin. If anyone comes looking for me after today, tell me you don’t know where I went.”

Lizriel ran out of the bathroom without hesitation. Instead of opening the door and jumping out the window, the maid Delrin had to swallow her screams.

“It’s a surprise. Why are you here?”

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Philip received a visit a little before midnight.

The maids knocked on the gate like ghosts, to the surprise of realizing that a war had broken out.

The person who opened the door was none other than Rizriel Youssef.

She was wearing only a thin nightgown, which was torn in places and had twigs and leaves hanging from it.

“What’s going on in the middle of the night? What is that again?”

When Philip asked, Lizriel looked straight at him instead of answering.

“What is the shape of the crest embedded in the golden seal?”

Philip, noticing that her expression was very serious, answered sincerely.

“It looks like a blue dragon.”

“What was I wearing when you and I first met?”

“Was it a red dress and a fur scarf? I guess it was.”

After hearing the second answer, Lizriel let out a big sigh of relief.

“… Please look at this.”

When she handed out a note, Philip took it and opened it.

You are currently being targeted for assassination by our group, so upon receiving this letter, evacuate to the third place you feel is safe.

According to an old pact, I will do my best to block the blades against you, but I cannot guarantee that you will be safe.

Hide yourself and take care of yourself until we contact you separately.

“This… .”

Philip noticed a familiar pattern and nodded.

‘Crest of the Crescent’.

It was the symbol of the ‘Crescent’, the most dangerous group of assassins in the land.

“I think you should know this too, Philip. It seems that information about the golden seal has leaked out. Either from you or from me. As long as you’ve come this far, the source of the information doesn’t matter. It is important that one of my brothers or sisters know that I have a golden seal.”

Philip smiled awkwardly.

Her guess wasn’t true, but I had to think so unless I knew the context.

Philip had almost complete knowledge of the whole affair.

“What are you going to do now? If he had been designated as the target of Crescent’s assassination, he would have nowhere to go.”

The group of assassins, ‘Crescent’, was famous for killing those who directly pointed them out.

Among the rumors that circulated like ghost stories, there were rumors that Crescent had assassinated a nobleman in the middle of a procession of knights marching through the city, or that a bishop was killed in front of a large crowd in the midst of a Thanksgiving celebration. .

No wonder Lizriel was so afraid.

She bit her lip at Philip’s question.

“As the letter instructs, third, hide in a place you deem safe. In my case, it would be an academy. I intend to seek protection from Dean Graham and Head Professor Panoi, who I do business with.”

“Then I’ll keep it until the moment I meet the dean or head professor. You seem to be running fast, so take a break.”

At Philip’s suggestion, Lizriel looked at him with a moved expression.

“I could be a target for Crescent just because I am here. Are you still okay?”

Philip nodded lightly.

“Are you fine.”

Of course, he answered because he knew that an assassination attempt would not be made immediately.

‘The fact that this event came out means there is an assassin among the academy students.’

It was one of the weighty sub-stories in its own way, so Philip remembered it clearly. Within the main character’s line of sight, that is to say, there would be an assassin belonging to Crescent who was in the first year of swordsmanship class.

A full-fledged assassination attempt was to be made from the moment Rizriel began receiving Graham’s protection as dean Rossell at the academy.

“Thank you very much. Philip. I will definitely repay this favor someday.”

Of course, there was no way Lizriel knew that.

She just thought Philip was willing to take a risk for her sake.

“As soon as the sun rises, try to contact the dean. Until then, I will be by your side.”

“… yes.”

Rizriel replied in a possessed voice. Philip patted her on the shoulder and made sure she could rest comfortably.

* * *

“… what? Crescent? Those f*cking f*cking assassins?”

The next morning, Philip accompanied her to the academy. Dean Rossello Graham was away at the moment, so the only place he could go was the head professor’s lab.

Emile Panoy examined the note with the Crescent pattern on it and clicked his tongue.

“The lady is also in a lot of trouble. Why did you get caught by such crazy people? I won’t ask why, but I want to offer my deepest condolences.”

Lizriel nodded with a dark expression.

“The news has already been sent to the headquarters of Yousef Trading Company. It’s shameless, but I want to ask for your protection until the situation is resolved.”

The head professor nodded happily.

“The dean will be back later in the afternoon, so stay by my side until then.”

For such a strong man, the Assassin’s attack was not such a lethal threat. Besides, inside the academy was a safer place than I thought.

No matter how outrageous the assassins were, Crescent couldn’t cause a big accident in this place full of children from powerful families.

“… Thanks for the favor. I will definitely repay this favor someday.”

Philip gave comfort to Lizriel, who had found some composure.

“Don’t worry too much, it will be resolved sooner than you think. I will try my best too.”

She nodded vigorously. The head professor, who was watching the scene, narrowed his eyes.

“… You look strangely friendly. What is it?”

Philip answered right away.

“A friend.”

“Oh yeah? Well, if you are, that’s it. Then you go get ready for class.”

The head professor waved his hand as if he understood roughly.

After exchanging eye contact with Lizriel, Philip left the head professor’s lab.

It was time to play detective.

‘… I’m really glad I didn’t hit my head on the ground.’

If he had to find the assassin from the beginning without any information, he would have had to invest at least five days. However, Philip had already identified the four candidates.

‘There will be no presence. Must be a silent character. It should have a relatively neutral body type.’

Assassins disguised as students usually met these conditions.

In order to investigate from the main character’s point of view in the game, he had to move according to the school schedule and conduct exploration activities in his spare time, but Philip was currently an instructor.

If there were no classes in the morning like now, I could move freely for several hours.

“Instructor Oswald. Are you here?”

“ah. Instructor.”

He ran into Instructor Diana as he passed through the hallway. She smiled lightly and let him know that Felicia had called him.

“The professor is looking for you anxiously. It looks like you have a desk full of papers to sort, and you asked me to help you sort it out.”

Philip thought for a moment.

Then, in a coy voice, she whispered to Diana.

“I have an urgent business right now. I’d appreciate it if you could say you didn’t see me.”

Of course, Diana wasn’t going to lie, and Felicia was sure to get upset, but people’s lives were more important.

Diana stared at Philip as if it were nothing special.

“… Is that so? Then suffer.”

Philip thanked her and followed the trail of the first candidate to the student dormitory.

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