I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

* * *

It was late afternoon.

Sheryl, a work scholarship student, thought as she dusted the bookshelf.

‘What was on the menu tonight? Croissant? Danish?’

It was a privilege for working scholarship students to eat at the employee cafeteria, which is famous for its delicious food. I couldn’t remember the exact menu, but I was salivating, so it must have been a pretty tasty menu.

She tied her long dark-brown curly hair into a tight ponytail and adjusted her round, horn-rimmed glasses. If you organize two more bookshelves from now on, today’s work is roughly finished.

Three days before the start of the semester, the empty library was both her workplace and her playground.

She was the only one here, except for the very occasional visits by professors or instructors who had not returned to their hometowns.

Looking at the endlessly stretched bookshelves and smelling the old paper, I didn’t feel too bad, but I couldn’t help but feel chronic loneliness.

“… Don’t do this. You can’t love a lowly woman like me.”

Follow the main character of the novel ‘The Fatal Maid’ you read yesterday,

“A girl doesn’t deserve to hold a sword? under! My sword is not worth it for a lowly man like you. come on I’ll break that proud nose!”

If I didn’t work while muttering the words of the famous female knight ‘Elvera’, I would be so bored and lonely that I didn’t know what would happen.

“Be strong, Princess. Shining jewels and beautiful dresses are worthless on the battlefield than a single drop of sweat shed on the training ground… huh?”

Cheryl suddenly felt a presence. As soon as he turned his head, he realized that he was way too late.

“Suck!”

I closed my mouth and looked at the young man I don’t know how long he had been standing there.

Shiny blonde hair and white skin. In front of her eyes was a handsome young man who seemed to have the word ‘Scion’ carved into the shape of a human face.

The young man didn’t particularly laugh at her. He just stared at Cheryl with a cute expression,

Cheryl just wanted to fall from somewhere high.

‘please! I’d rather laugh. I’d rather laugh at you! Don’t try to console me. please!’

Her earnest wish did not come true. Philip had never learned to laugh at students.

“… .”

An awkward silence passed.

The young man, Philip, tried to clear the atmosphere by clearing his throat.

“Kheum, I think I came at a bad time, I’m sorry.”

Cheryl, a curly-haired girl, was teary-eyed, her face and the backs of her hands red, and Philip did not know how to soothe her.

“Your pronunciation is pretty good. I thought I could be a theater actor.”

“ah… thank you.”

“Then I have a book to find.”

Hearing the half-dead voice, Philip quickly moved away. The bookshelf he was looking for had to walk for several minutes from the entrance.

“… … sniff.”

Ignoring the poor girl’s whimpering, Philip went to the bookshelf of history books.

―Uh, Neria is all shy. That lasts a really long time. By the way, master, what are you looking for here?

When Neria, who was wrapped around her waist, asked, Seville answered in a low voice.

“The secret book.”

-A secret book? Is there anything like that in the academy library? Not a family secret vault or dungeon?

The Secret Book was literally an item for learning secretly handed down skills.

It was usually the property of aristocratic families or armed groups, and it was difficult to even see it unless a special event was held.

There were five such secret books at the Pribia Academy. What Philip covets is one of them,

‘Moonlight Sword. Nothing suits me right now.’

“This academy is over 200 years old, so there are a lot of secrets that people don’t know about.”

―People don’t know, so how does the master know?

“… just?”

―Care. Can you tell me something?

‘It’s like a needlessly sharp knife… .’

Philip groaned and searched the bookshelves.

‘Moonlight Sword’ was one of the hardest skills to obtain in the Heroes Academy. Basically, if you don’t have a proper background knowledge of the world view, it’s hard to even get a clue.

Originally, I had to gather information about the ‘Itunda’ continent from various areas inside and outside the academy, get hints from that information, then use those hints to find clues, and finally find them in the academy library.

Its content was to arrange the books in a certain order in a certain space. Even so, if someone borrowed the book, they had to wait endlessly for it to be returned.

“But it’s vacation right now, right?”

-Who are you talking to? Did you talk to that girl earlier?

Philip ignored Neria and rolled his eyes nonstop.

‘found.’

After finding two books in the history section, Philip headed to the geography section this time.

―Master Neria, I’m bored.

“Wait a minute, I just need to find a few more books. Oh, here you are.”

Next was the literature section. There were twice as many books here as in the other districts.

―Uh, this is the book Neria’s second owner liked.

Philip, who had been browsing the bookshelves for a while, turned around at Neria’s words.

The title of the book is ‘Moonlight and Girls’. It was the book Philip was looking for.

“Ah, thank you.”

—… Master, do you like hugging and kissing girls?

“What? Oh, is this something like that? Maybe your second master… … no.”

He had no intention of opening the forbidden box. It is best to keep the past buried in the past.

‘As expected, this body is a fraud.’

Even Philip’s eyes were a fraud. Vision, discernment, body vision, everything was perfect. Thanks to this, it was easy to find the book I wanted by simply scanning the bookshelf without looking carefully at each book.

After finding a total of six books, Philip headed to the western corner, the Unclassified Area. There was an old desk on the wall below the window, and a small bookshelf was visible on top of it.

‘In honor of the unfortunate genius Master Otem.’

‘Discussing the golden age of swordsmanship.’

‘The dragon of the Rundah Mountains.’

‘Moonlight, and the girls.’

‘Aware of the sword – Subtitle: Everything about the sword’

‘Dedicated to genius.’

If you arrange six books in the right order on this bookshelf, you can get a secret book.

The order is none other than the rule of thumb.

From noble mtl dot com

‘Master Otem, in the golden age of swordsmanship, in the Rundah Mountains, realized the moonlight through the sword, and offered it to the genius.’

The story of the ‘Moonlight Sword’ was a sword master named ‘Otem’, who disappeared after being active for a long time, woven the realization he suddenly gained while looking at the moonlight into a sword technique.

As soon as the books were placed in order, a faint light leaked between the pages of the books. The light formed a thin stream, stayed in Philip’s hand for a while, and then disappeared.

“… .”

Philip quietly closed his eyes until all the contents of ‘Moonlight Sword’ settled in his head. This was not a book, but a secret book of the kind passed down as knowledge.

―Oh my God, this is the first time Neria has seen something like this. what? what kind of book is it?

“I’ll have to find out about that now.”

Originally, the ‘Moonlight Sword’ was not a secret book to learn.

The difficulty of obtaining it was so high that it was unmatched, and unless you were a person who likes to collect information about the game one by one like Philip, you didn’t even know that such a thing existed.

In addition, only one of the secret books could be learned in the system.

Contrary to other S-class secret books, including the method of building magic, that is, ‘Simbeop’, and containing herb food that can be used from the beginning, ‘Moonlight Sword’ had to accumulate magic and train the body to a certain extent to be able to taste it.

The minimum condition is to deal with the inspection. It was a story that it would be difficult to even enter if you do not have that level of swordsmanship and magical power.

The problem was that the game was almost unconditionally game over due to lack of specifications before the condition was achieved.

Philip also tried various ways to use the moonlight sword somehow, but he could never progress to the middle episode after learning it.

‘But in my current situation, it doesn’t matter much if I learn it. It’s not that there’s not enough strength right now, and the acquisition conditions are already satisfied.’

As if someone had arranged it, Philip’s current situation met the exact conditions.

‘Could this be bad?’

I didn’t know because I had never used it, but there was no way that the performance of the vision that was difficult to learn was not good.

Originally, he would have chosen a different secret book, but unlike the first, Philip had room to spare. Enough to throw a number close to gambling.

The contents of the secret book ‘Moonlight Sword’ flowed into my head.

Philip could immediately understand why this type of tradition was chosen rather than in book form.

The moonlight sword was so abstract and full of high-dimensional concepts that it could not be described in words.

Rather than a real phenomenon, we discussed uncertain possibilities, and the form of the possibility was also far from intuitive.

In the first place, the approach itself was different from general swordsmanship.

An extremely refined literary trope that is hard to find even in Philip’s native world.

If I had to give an example, it would describe the process of a drop of wine spilled at a dinner turning into an ocean, something that would be incomprehensible to those who lack imagination.

It was a secret book for a genuine genius who fundamentally denied Beomjae’s approach.

‘… But why do I know roughly?’

Philip felt something in those abstract images. He had barely noticed that the information, which was difficult to explain, was talking about a huge flow.

He somehow seemed to know how to take the first steps of the moonlight sword.

—… master?

And at that moment, Neria’s voice was heard.

Philip, who instantly regained his sense of reality, looked around and saw that it was already dark.

―Do you know how many hours you’ve been doing that? Neria thought the master passed out!

Besides, an angry Ego Sword and a curly-haired girl were waiting for Philip.

“… What time is it?”

Philip asked. The poor working scholarship girl answered.

“It’s nine o’clock in the afternoon. He didn’t answer when I called… .”

Cheryl wanted to cry.

She wasn’t brave enough to touch the noble instructor who seemed to be thinking about something important. I had to skip dinner because of that, but that was unavoidable.

‘… It was the day croissants came out.’

A growl, an embarrassing sound echoed from the empty stomach. Cheryl wasn’t the only one who heard that.

‘Did you starve because of me?’

At nine, it was time for the faculty cafeteria to close. He knew about Cheryl.

A third-year student at the Faculty of Magic who was born as a commoner, worked as a scholarship student during vacation, and ran errands for professors during the semester to barely cover tuition.

He didn’t play a big role, but he was quite popular because he was cute wearing round horn-rimmed glasses.

Feeling remorse, Philip opened his mouth.

“You skipped dinner because of me.”

“Oh no! I’m fine. Instructor.”

“Are you okay? I was going to buy you some bread from Crucell Bakery as an apology?”

The moment she heard the word Crucell Bakery, Cheryl’s mouth filled with saliva.

It was a bakery targeting wealthy aristocratic faculty members and students of the academy, and despite the price, it was so famous that it was fully booked during the semester.

Of course, it’s hard to even dream of a poor working scholarship student like Cheryl.

“Sup. I’m really fine… .”

“I’m not okay, so come with me.”

Sheryl, who followed Philip, was able to return home with enough bread to eat for several days.