Juniang spoke to me after she returned to the nurseâs office.
âFor your subject selection, you have been assigned to me.â
âWhy?â
âNo one came to me. Itâs just the natural progression of things...â
It was a sad reason on both sides.
Of course, I didnât make that obvious. I just asked, âThe young heroes have been assigned teams, right? Do you know who is on my team?â
âYeah. Should I tell you?â
I nodded.
Iâd been with Evan, Mir, and Sharyl last time.
But my actions had already deviated from back then. Since I had one less point, it wouldnât be odd if I was placed with a different team.
However, Juniangâs response was truly unexpected.
âYouâre alone.â
âPardon?â
âYouâre a one-man team. Youâre alone, though itâs only temporary.â
â...How did that happen?â
âItâs probably a penalty for getting injured. Self-preservation is part of being a good hero.â
â...â
âSo why did you fight the Instructor of the Hunt without knowing your place? That man doesnât know how to go easy.â
Heâd said he was holding back quite a bit.
However, the plan had been a success. My original goal had been to get hospitalized so I could meet Juniang.
But a one-man team...
Wasnât this situation better for me?
Of course, since I was alone, it would be difficult to make it into the higher ranks in this test.
At my continued silence, Juniang said, âDonât feel too down about it; itâs only for this special test. You will be assigned a fitting team later.â
âIs that so?â
âOf course, the gap between you and the rest will be enormous by then, but letâs focus on completing the camp.â
â...â
Why was a priest by trade so bad at consoling others?
â...By the way, Instructor, thereâs something I want to ask you.â
âWhat is it?â
âHow does a high priest get selected?â
Juniang glanced at me and asked, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhen Bednicker chooses someone, they donât just casually investigate and research the candidateâs background and career. From what I know, there werenât many points in Instructor Juanâs life when the cult couldâve made contact with him. One thing we know for certain is that he wasnât born a cultist.â
â...â
âMeaning he became a cultist because they recruited him... but to be recruited into such an important position as âhigh priestâ, has he really contributed enough for that?â
Juniang looked away from me for a moment before picking the cigarette up from the table and lighting it with a match.
Tsch.
âDo you know about the cult leader?â
âI donât know too much.â
âThat guy...â
Fuu...
Her voice, mixed in with the smoke, reached my ears.
âKnows how to control dreams.â
â...Like a dream demon?â
âYeah.â
I blinked at the information I was hearing for the first time in my life. Then, suddenly, I had a thought.
âIs this perhaps top-secret information?â
âYou noticed. Itâs my repayment to you for revealing your own secret. Donât go talking about it anywhere.â
â...â
âAs a controller of dreams, the cult leader doesnât care about time or space. If he wants to meet someone, he can just enter their dreams. It hasnât been confirmed, but Iâve heard that he can make you feel hundreds of different things in a single nightâs dream.â
âHmm...â
âOf course, just because he has met someone doesnât mean he can fully control them. And I donât think itâs easy for him to use it either. Thatâs why most of the high priests who have died were people without name or status.â Juniang lowered her voice and continued, âIf Juan is a high priest, heâs a very special case among high priests.â
That was likely the case.
An executive of a secret organization with a deep history... Most people selected for such a position would come from within the organization and would have been nurtured for said position.
Or perhaps theyâd be an orphan without any records.
As someone from a famous house, Juan didnât fit either case.
â...â
The photograph Iâd found in his drawer flashed through my mind, but I decided to ignore the pointless thought.
âDid you talk with the knight captain?â
I was talking about Rook.
âYeah. I relayed your story as well.â
âWhat did he say?â
âHe said he would follow along for now, but heâll move by his own judgment.â
So he was going to hide and look for an opening this time as well?
I thought he might be overly cautious, but since I had seen the results of his cautiousness, I could accept it.
âWhat are you going to do about your test tomorrow? Are you going to take it?â
âIâm thinking of skipping it for now... but could I look at the buy list just in case?â
âSure.â
I received the buy list from Juniang and looked through it.
âBy the way, has Calzark said anything?â
Juniang shook her head.
âNo. He hasnât said anything.â
***
The schedule for the young heroes usually ended at 10 in the evening, and other than those on night watch, the instructors usually went to sleep at 11.
Meaning that after that time, it was possible to leave the camp without anyone noticing.
Step.
Hearing the footsteps, Juan looked away from the particularly dark night sky.
âYouâre here.â
â...â
Calzark revealed his presence.
Juan spread his senses for a moment, confirming that no one else was nearby, and nodded.
âYou came alone, as you promised.â
âI didnât promise anything. Iâm not here to talk either.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Calzark reached behind his back.
Juan noticed too late because of the darkness: Calzark had a long spear strapped to his back.
A spear that Calzark threw in front of Juan.
Clang.
âPick it up.â
âWhat?â
âFor the first time in a while, letâs spar, Instructor of Spears.â
With a grim expression, Juan asked, âDo you not trust me?â
âIâll ask you this instead: why should I trust you? Because we were comrades? Because weâve known each other for a long time?â
âI said I would give you an explanation you can accept.â
âDonât speak nonsense. Do you still not know? Iâm not educated. It doesnât matter no matter how much you talk.â
Schwing.
Calzark drew his sword.
âItâs been five years since I last saw you. I had to chase that damned snake around, so I wasnât able to focus on honing my swordsmanship... What about you? Mr. Instructor of SpeaâMartial Arts.â
Calzark kicked the spear up with the tip of his foot.
âIf youâre the person I knew, then you wonât have skipped out on your training no matter how busy you became. Letâs do this. If your martial strength hasnât changed since five years ago, you will die by my hands here today.â
â...Hah.â
Juan smirked.
âInteresting.â
* * * * *
* * * * *
Come alone?
What nonsense.
That was what Calzark thought in his heart.
If Juan had noticed that he was a suspect, he shouldâve shut up and brought evidence that could prove his innocence.
Then Calzark would attest to his innocence.
Of course, Calzark trusted Luan, but Luan couldâve misunderstood something.
...Of course, Calzark knew the odds of that was minuscule.
He had learned that that small kid wasnât ordinary back in the mountain range.
Howeverâ
Clang!
When the gap between them shrunk, Calzarkâs sword slammed into the body of the spear.
Juan was the one who stepped back.
Crunch.
With just this one attack, Calzark realized.
Yeah. He had changed.
Becoming weaker was still a change.
The spearmanship Calzark had experienced five years ago had been much sharper than this.
Meaning this man hadnât trained his martial arts in the last five years.
Then whatâ
The man who had swung his sword until he got sores on his hand, the one who had purchased every martial arts book that money could buy...
For five long yearsâ
Creak.
Calzark ground his teeth, and flames danced in his eyes.
âWhy did you devote yourself to the cult, Juan!â
Slash!
He bisected the spear in one strike.
After disarming Juan, Calzark kicked him in the chest.
The moment Juan faltered and fell over, Calzarkâs sword moved to his jugular.
A drop of blood dripped down his sword.
âIf I said it was to save Barbara... would you believe me?â
Seeing Juanâs defeated smile, Calzark gritted his teeth once more.
âShut the hell up. Thereâs no way that you, a man of the Imperial Guard Unit, wouldnât know that the cultâs most common lie is promising to bring people back.â
âThinking about it now... were we like this when we first met? In that barren wilderness in the south, the cult performed quite a few revival rituals. The Keltron Mercenaries, Hero Institution Heroes, and Imperial Palaceâs first joint mission ... do you remember, Calzark? That was when you, Barbara, and I first met.â
â...â
âWe liked Barbaraâs smile.â
Calzarkâs tone softened as he said, âBarbaraâs death is unfortunate, but the living must continue living.â
âAre you being serious when you say that?â Juan glared at Calzark. âNow that I think about it, you never asked me how she died. Answer me, does Barbara not mean anything to you anymore? Or... did she never mean anything to you?â
âYou...â
âThinking about it, that would make more sense. You ignored the living Barbaraâs affection for you while you ran off looking for your dead siblingâs soul.â
Kekeke. Juanâs disturbing laugh echoed out.
âCalzark, are we so different? We are both obsessing over someone who is already dead.â
âIf Barbara could see you now, she would curse.â
â...â
âShe would punch you in the head and tell you to stop focusing on something so stupid. Thatâs the kind of woman she was.â
â...Yeah. Stubborn beyond belief, she was,â Juan said with a bitter smile.
Calzark gritted his teeth.
âDie.â
The determination in his eyes was interrupted by a flash of hesitation, but it only lasted a short moment.
Stab.
Calzarkâs sword pierced Juanâs neck.
The sound of gurgling blood...
A disgusting feeling spread through Calzarkâs hand.
Looking directly into the eyes of his friend, he withdrew his sword.
Splash.
Blood squirted out from the wound. Juan stumbled a bit before collapsing face-first to the ground.
â...â
Calzark staggered a little as he moved away and leaned against a nearby tree.
The clear sound of forest insects irritated his ears.
Calzark suddenly felt like he was going to throw up.
He suddenly realized that it had been quite a while since he had last killed a person. He had stayed in the mountains for a long time, only killing monsters.
But this feeling of disgust didnât seem to only come from the act of killing.
â...Youâre right. She was stubborn.â
She was too generous to me. The moment Calzark swallowed those words...
âYeah. If sheâd been a little more flexible, I wouldnât have needed to kill her.â
He heard a voice he never expected.
Calzark responded on instinct.
âWhat?â
Crack!
Something flew in and cut into Calzarkâs abdomen.
Calzark instinctively swung his sword to cut it away, but this unknown entity was so tough that not even a mark was left by his sword.
Bang!
Calzark was pushed back and nailed to the tree.
His face contorted from the pain he felt in his stomach.
Drip...
The something that had pierced his abdomen disappeared slowly, and he heard Juanâs voice from a fair distance away.
âI was planning on cutting you in half at the waist, but you reacted immediately... youâve gotten stronger, Calzark.â
âYou...â
âDespite being stuck in those mountains for many years, I guess your growth never stopped. What an envious amount of talent.â
Juan slowly rose, brushing his clothes.
â...That is what my past self wouldâve thought. But not anymore, Calzark. Even with you in front of me, I feel confident. This must also be the blessing of the great god of disaster.â
The hole made in his neck by Calzarkâs sword continued to flow with blood, but Juan didnât seem to be in any pain or discomfort because of it.
â...Juan.â
âDid I look like a tragic person? Or did you think I devoted myself to the forces of evil because of some noble ambition? Did you really think someone like that could have reached the position of high priest?â
Juan let out a wicked laugh.
âYouâre too naive, you idiot. You lost all your sense after living in the mountains for too long. You were much sharper than this in the past...â
â...You bastard.â
âGoodbye, Calzark. You were once a friend. To be honest, it wasnât good to see you.â
A green tongue flicked around Juanâs mouth.
It seemed that that tongue was what had struck his abdomen.
Disgusting...
Calzark couldnât help but sigh at himself for having that thought in this situation.
The moment the tongue flicked toward him again, a sword flew in from behind Calzark.
Clang!
They clashed in midair, and the tongue was deflected.
The sword that had intercepted the attack landed in front of Calzark, and he noticed it was much worse for wear than heâd expected.
âIt seems our roles have swapped compared to when we were in the mountains.â
Calzark forced a smirk.
â...You brat. I pierced his head that time.â
âThat was a small fry.â
With the sound of steps, Luan revealed himself.
Juan tilted his head in confusion.
âYoung Hero Luan? Leaving the campgrounds without permission will lose you pointsââ
âCalzark came here alone out of respect for you.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Luan picked up the Sword of Seven Sins and placed it in its sheath on his hip.
âI donât know if itâs because you were friends or because you were both grand masters, but heâs too inflexible.â
â...â
âWhereas our Lord of Blood and Iron says this: never converse or negotiate with cultists...â Luan smirked. âNow I understand why.â
âAha.â Juan smirked as well. âSo it was you, the one who exposed my identity.â