I Became a Crazy Swordsmanship Instructor in the Game

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Iner Wilson was locked in his dorm room.

If I buried my face in a pillow and covered my ears, I could forget the flow of time in complete silence for a very short while, but what came at the end was anxiety and impatience like madness.

‘What should I do?’

My lower stomach hurt as if someone was tearing it, and I went to the bathroom several times even though nothing came out.

Chanya Woo Jechu, a 3rd year swordsmanship student who watched the scene, clicked her tongue in pity.

“That’s why you should have lived a little nicer normally. Iner.”

She hails from a minority tribe in the Gelones Forest, located in the northern part of the continent. She has light brown skin and dark hair. He was one of those people that Iner couldn’t act carelessly because he was big and his physical strength was much stronger than that of boys his age.

But now Iner was nowhere to be seen.

“That mouth! please! Even if it’s just for a little while!”

Iner shouted nervously, but Chanya only laughed.

“Like that, I close my eyes and close my ears… … No, this isn’t it… Anyway, even if you stay like that, nothing will change. you should try to solve it Iner.”

“What do you know? How do you know what kind of situation I am in, what kind of heart I am!”

“That is none of my business. Iner? I don’t even know why you, the humanities department, bothered Cheryl, the magic department, in the first place. If the child’s patience had been a little more lousy, the arrow flames in your frail body… ? No, is it a flaming arrow? I think I would have blown something like that anyway.”

At Chanya’s words, Iner let out a blank laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

“Ha, are you saying that now?”

“You should be grateful for what you say. I want to beat you up so that you can’t even make a sound, but your situation is too bad for that.”

Iner bit his lip and muttered in a very low voice.

“… On the savage subject.”

I heard that it was a bright-eared car, but I wasn’t particularly angry. From her point of view, Iner was a weakling who would throw up everything in his stomach and collapse with one fist, and if he raised his fist in anger, that would be tantamount to harassing the weak.

Then someone knocked on the dorm door.

“Iner Wilson. Are you inside?”

It was a beautiful and kind voice. Chanya knew very well whose voice it belonged to.

“yes! Here you are. Professor Oswald.”

It was Felicia Oswald, the superintendent of the girls’ dormitory. Chanya Ujechu greeted her with a welcoming expression, as he had been taking her classes until just last year.

“Oh, what a car. Are you enjoying Professor Campbell’s class?”

When she met the disciple she hadn’t seen in a while, Felicia also smiled broadly and hugged her. Chanya Ujechu was a hand and a half taller than her, so the picture was drawn as if she was hugging her.

“yes. professor. It’s all thanks. Professor takes care of me… observation… No, crackdown… consideration? That’s right, if you weren’t considerate, I wouldn’t have made it to the third grade!”

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“That, yes. Okay, so let go of this.”

Felicia, with her head buried in Chanya’s chest, carefully pushed her away.

‘Obviously he was shorter than me in first grade… .’

Felicia, who alternately looked at Chanya’s chest and her own chest, looked sad for a moment before moving her gaze to Iner Wilson.

“Are you Iner Wilson?”

“yes… What about it?”

As Iner nodded, Felicia opened her mouth to explain the purpose of her visit.

“Your uncle came to the academy to visit you. Do you have a relative named Dorvon Wilson?”

“… Uncle Dorborn?”

For a moment, Iner was so surprised that he forgot the situation he was in. It was because she was so surprised that her uncle, who had been kicked out of the family when she was very young, came to visit her.

* * *

“Uncle Dorborn?”

“It’s been a while. My little cat!”

They stopped by the cafe terrace in the central square and shared a simple hug.

Dorvon Wilson hadn’t changed that much from the man in Iner’s memory. His unshaven face was shaggy with a beard, and his buttocks supported in hugs were the same.

A slightly unpleasant earthy smell emanated from his body wearing a black robe. However, Iner was only happy because he knew how much Dorbon loved him in the past.

He bought me anything he asked me to buy, and did almost everything he asked me to do. All she had to pay was to sit on his lap and play with him.

“… Didn’t your uncle get kicked out of the family?”

“It was. It was because the road wasn’t right, and I don’t really have any grudge against the family. Has it been eight years now? You weren’t even half my height back then, but you can be called quite a lady now.”

“Thank you, Uncle. So how have you been?”

Dorvon Wilson smiled strangely at his nephew’s question.

“To go into detail, it would be quite a long story. After leaving the family, I learned magic. If my nephew, whom I love, is in trouble, I should consider myself successful enough to solve it casually.”

Surprised, Iner widened his eyes.

“… Uh, how did you know? Has the rumor spread that far already?”

Dorvon Wilson chuckled as if he knew it.

“I said this from the look on your complexion, but you seem to be really struggling with something. This uncle might be able to help with something, so let’s talk about it.”

“Just because my uncle knows this, I don’t think he can help anything… .”

“What could it be? But I can do more than you think. Iner, dear nephew.”

After thinking about it for a while, Iner sighed and told his uncle, whom he hadn’t seen in eight years, about the story of Camilla, Cheryl, and Sendor Büsen.

Upon hearing the story, Dorvon Wilson put his hand on his niece’s head and reassured her as if he were casting a spell.

“… okay? It’s a big deal. I don’t know why someone like a princess is in a place like this. But, if that’s the case, maybe I can help.”

A menacing light briefly flashed in his eyes, but Iner didn’t notice.

“Let’s meet that instructor first. If we talk well, it might be resolved.”

* * *

Phillip, who came out to the backyard for training, performed a sword attack with Neria. Philip felt a strange sense of exhilaration as a powerful current that was incomparable to swordsmanship wrapped around the sword body.

―Wow, master is so amazing. To reach the level of an Aura Master at that age, because of the master’s greatness, Neria’s heart skips a beat, her breathing becomes rough, and her hair grows dizzy. I’m sure you’ll become much stronger. I love you, the most wonderful master in the world!

“Ahh!”

Philip hurriedly let go of Neria and covered his ears. I even felt dizzy because of Neria’s apnea praise I hadn’t heard in a long time.

– Wow! Oh, my master!

“Ah, sorry.”

Philip picked up Neria again and put it in his hand.

―I thought you wanted me to praise you like this because you kept pulling out the sword steel. Or you say no. Why are you throwing people?

Philip, who had been listening to Neria’s words, answered as if he was dumbfounded.

“… are you a sword Can’t you throw some swords?”

―I heard it, but it makes me feel bad. Besides, you didn’t just throw it, you threw it away.

“I threw it out, what do you mean by that? I was just a little surprised and dropped it.”

―Please be careful next time. I am a delicate sword.

After the pointless conversation, Philip wiped the sweat from his forehead. After a long personal training session, I felt that my swordsmanship skills had improved. Even if it didn’t really increase that much, of course.

-Here comes the little boy. master.

Neria announced the appearance of Lua. Philip waved at Lua, who was approaching with a bottle of water.

“What’s happen?”

“There is a guest, Instructor!”

“customer?”

Philip tilted his head. It was because there were no guests scheduled to visit. If someone close to her had visited, there was no way Lua would say that she was just a guest.

‘hmm?’

A sudden sense of ominous energy turned Philip’s gaze toward the drawing room.

-Son. A necromancer has entered your house. What are you going to do?

Freevia’s voice echoed in my head. Thanks to that, Philip learned that the identity of this ominous energy he felt was that of black magic.

‘A necromancer? Warlock?’

I don’t know what happened all of a sudden, but if the customer’s true identity was a necromancer, there was only one thing to do.

‘You have to kill it. what.’

Philip headed to the drawing room with Neria wrapped around his waist. There, a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard in a ceremonial robe was waiting for Philip.

The man respectfully bowed his head to Philip, the landlord. Beside him, he saw Iner Wilson, whom he had seen earlier, clinging to him.

“Ah, are you Instructor Philip Oswald? I’m sorry to see you like this. My name is Dorvon Wilson, and I am Iner Wilson’s uncle.”

As he got closer to the man, Philip felt an aura of corruption. It was thick, sticky, dirty mana.

“Ah, yes. Nice to meet you. What did you come to visit?”

“As a grown-up in the family, I couldn’t get over my little nephew’s difficulties. If you don’t mind, I want to talk a little and sort things out in a positive way.”

“okay. Could I ask you just one question? Mr. Wilson?”

“of course. Instructor.”

Dorvon Wilson nodded as if it were natural. Philip asked, looking at him with a gaze that seemed to see everything strange.

“With what kind of confidence did you come to a city inhabited by people? You’re a necromancer. Did you suddenly get tired of living?”

The moment Phillip finished speaking, Dorvon Wilson’s eyes turned black. Facing the dark eyes that didn’t even show white, Philip felt the gloomy mana trying to invade him.

It was a powerful curse magic.

However, before the magic could pierce Philip’s skin, Philip’s sword moved first.

It was the next moment that Dorvon Wilson’s head fell.

“… ?”

Iner’s eyes widened. Realizing the situation, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and screamed.

“Quaaa! uncle!”

Phillip sighed and pointed at Dorvon Wilson, who had lost his throat with the point of his sword. Even though his throat was cut, not a single drop of blood flowed from his body.

“That is not your uncle. Iner Wilson. It is a fake body made by splicing corpses together. Your uncle is probably already dead.”

Iner didn’t understand Philip’s words and screamed.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you just kill my uncle?”

“Well, it’s not.”