I Became the Only Non-mage in the Academy-Chapter 253: Knight King (4)

“Does your power come with any side effects?”

Side effects?

At Merlin’s words, I recalled the Energy of Defying Heaven.

A power that denied everything.

This power, which rejected all but oneself, was not purely convenient.

“So far, it seems I don’t have any.”

“That’s fortunate. Powers like that usually demand some sort of price.”

At Merlin’s words, I nodded quietly.

“As for me, I replicate a portion of the King’s Garden. Even that causes all sorts of curses to age my body. This beard is the proof.”

Merlin stroked his beard.

“Honestly, this isn’t even severe enough to call a side effect. For using the power of that being, this level of consequence is nothing.”

Merlin stopped there and adopted a solemn expression.

Looking ahead.

“King, that’s not the right path.”

“…Is that so?”

The King of Knights slowed his steps and walked alongside us.

As dimensions overlapped on Earth, countless entities descended. Beings called gods and beings called heroes. And among them, one came to Britain.

If the King of Knights was the king of knights, then, in Northern Europe, there existed one known as the king of warriors.

The warrior Sigurd, who pierced the heart of the evil dragon Fafnir with a spear.

Step, step. He was guided by a squire. In this nation, proud to be called the kingdom of knights, even low-ranking heroes—referred to as “novice heroes”—served as squires.

Yet this so-called novice was rather strong.

‘No, that’s not the point.’

Sigurd reminded himself of his purpose for coming here.

Lee Seo-ha.

To search for the one called the Savior, Lee Seo-ha.

His lover, Brynhild, would be better suited to assess such a person, but for some reason, Odin sent him instead. Thus, it was his mission to accomplish.

“Haha, were you perhaps missing me?”

“…This is just me answering the summons.”

“At times like this, you should say, ‘Ershil, I missed you.’”

It sounded like lovers bickering.

Golden hair as if forged from sunlight and eyes that held stars. The famed illusionist of the Merchen family, Ershil Merchen.

Beside her stood a man.

An unmatched beauty.

He wore black slacks that didn’t suit him, a simple black short-sleeve shirt, and a casual hoodie over it. The hoodie bore strange patterns, and he wore black gloves—a mismatched outfit.

Yet his face made everything else irrelevant. It felt as though there was a halo glowing behind him.

“Oh, we have another guest.”

“…It’s Sir Sigurd.”

“Oh? You know Sir Sigurd?”

Sigurd looked at the unmatched beauty who had mentioned his name.

Odin’s great warrior.

The champion of the gods.

What made Sigurd even more intrigued was that the man spoke their language.

“Pleased to meet you. I am Sigurd, warrior of Odin.”

“I am Lee Seo-ha.”

“Savior, Lee Seo-ha. I know of you.”

Lee Seo-ha felt a pang of embarrassment at Sigurd’s words.

The nickname “Black Flame Dragon” was better than being called Savior. Yet, even that name triggered some secondhand embarrassment.

‘It’s not bad, though.’

Though it made him feel a bit tingly, the embarrassment was overwhelming for now.

“There are great expectations for you in this subjugation. Not just from me… our lord god is also very interested.”

Odin.

Lee Seo-ha pondered that name.

Previously, when he had infiltrated the territory of Nazi Germany, he had used Destruction of Heaven.

Zeus and Odin—both had reacted to his skill.

‘What about now?’

Lee Seo-ha habitually touched the hilt of his sword.

The hilt of Black Heaven. Initially, it was to silence Black Heaven’s mouth, but it had since become a habit.

While fiddling with the hilt, he spoke.

“Such interest is unwarranted.”

“No, it is not.”

Sigurd said, walking.

“Are you heading to the conference room?”

“Yes, quite a few people are waiting.”

“Indeed.”

Sigurd smiled.

From beyond the door, tremendous auras could be felt.

Some were as ferocious as beasts, others as majestic as flowing water.

And then.

Lee Seo-ha’s aura was indiscernible.

Even though he was right there, it felt like nothing was present. Like an illusion. Had Ershil not spoken to him, Sigurd might have overlooked him entirely.

Lee Seo-ha observed Sigurd.

The one who might serve as a mentor figure to Kim Seo-hyun. But that was now impossible. Kim Seo-hyun had absorbed all of the Saintess’ abilities and inherited her memories.

‘I can’t gauge him.’

He studied Sigurd.

The Sword Saint’s talent had erased his presence. This allowed for covert movement, but it was unclear if Sigurd had noticed or not.

Thump.

His heart beat a little faster, reacting to his draconic lineage.

If Kim Seo-hyun and the Saintess were beings created from a dragon’s heart, this man was different. He had slain the evil dragon and absorbed its blood.

“You’re quite an exceptional warrior.”

A dignified voice said.

Hair like ebony cascading down. A face imbued with contrasting concepts of purity and allure. With mischievously curved eyes, the Heavenly Demon appraised Sigurd.

“You look rather human. My eyes are blessed as soon as I arrive in this world.”

“Do they?”

“Yes. Where I was, this level of quality was almost nonexistent.”

The Heavenly Demon said while snacking on fries.

“More than anything, the food here is delightful. This world has so many delicious things.”

“Here.”

“Thank you… gulp… whew. I must say, this McCol drink is truly excellent.”

“…Ghost, demon.”

Ershil looked at Lee Seo-ha with fearful eyes.

Lee Seo-ha wore an aggrieved expression.

This wasn’t something he gave to the Heavenly Demon by choice. Like Kim Seo-hyun, who developed martial arts with the Heavenly Demon, the Heavenly Demon was greatly influenced by Kim Seo-hyun.

The Heavenly Demon was introduced to peculiarities like Sol’s Eye, McCol, and mint chocolate milk.

Despite these bizarre foods, the Heavenly Demon, a medieval figure for whom spices were a scarce concept, enjoyed them immensely.

He learned later, but by then it was too late.

The Heavenly Demon’s palate had evolved to match—or exceed—Kim Seo-hyun’s.

“Britain’s sins are indeed profound.”

“…I can’t argue with that.”

Ershil looked at Lee Seo-ha with an exasperated expression.

Upon arriving at the conference room, some magical force was activated.

‘Don’t resist.’

I accepted the magic.

It wasn’t the type to harm me.

Rather, it was closer to magic that assisted with interpretation.

Suppressing the Energy of Defying Heaven, I surveyed the surroundings.

The conference room was quite interesting.

It was filled with gazes measuring me. Some were curious.

“Is that the famous Savior?”

“Ridiculous. I can’t read anything. Is it true he single-handedly defeated the Sword Saint?”

“Most of the people here are upper-tier or higher…”

“Has a mortal god finally emerged?”

The last remark drew everyone’s attention.

“The Returnee had the talent to become god. His flaw was loving humanity too much, so much that he ignored the restrictions placed by the world to protect humans.”

“So, do you think this person will follow in his footsteps?”

“That’s just my opinion.”

Ignoring the others, I took my seat.

“This is my spot.”

“Hm, this seat suits me just fine.”

Kim Seo-hyun and the Heavenly Demon sat to my right and left, respectively.

“…You’ve become even more of a monster?”

“Did you think I’d just sit idle?”

At Ershil’s question, Kim Seo-hyun smiled brightly.

I looked at Kim Seo-hyun.

She had always pretended to be a man, but now she was completely transformed into a girly girl.

She tied her hair, which reached down to her waist, making it close to a bob.

And she made no effort to conceal her chest, which was visible, nor her clothing, which had a boyish charm.

“To think you’d enchant a man into becoming a woman.”

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

At Ershil’s words, I recoiled.

Kim Seo-hyun smirked meaningfully, as if she didn’t mind driving other women away with this.

“Looks like everyone is here.”

The person seated at the center of the room spoke.

An old man with the same golden hair as Ershil and a stern expression spoke solemnly.

“Let’s begin the meeting.”

“Is there even a need for a meeting? With a force like this gathered.”

I looked around.

It seemed humanity had pulled in most of its strength. Most of those present were upper-tier individuals.

I even spotted Hassan, the hero of the Middle East, whom I had encountered in Japan a while back.

‘It’s been a while.’

When my eyes met Hassan’s, he mouthed those words and nodded his head at me.

This drew surprised glances from those around him.

Though I didn’t remember his name clearly, I recalled he was quite prideful. I had gone in strongly from the start, and it turned out to be the right approach.

“The enemy is the Nazis. A nation that has survived over half a century against the entire world and flaunts its power.”

“Attacking their head seems like the best option.”

When I casually suggested this, everyone’s gaze turned to me.

Interest and unease… I refrained from saying more.

“The head?”

“There’s no point in killing countless Nazi soldiers. Picking an elite force to strike at Hitler would minimize damage.”

This strategy wasn’t because I was some genius tactician.

When dealing with the Nazi Empire, the least damaging and most reliable approach was to target their leadership with a select group of elites.

Everyone else would be pulled back to deal with Nazi soldiers.

However, the moment I proposed this, most people in the room wore displeased expressions.

“The risk is high.”

It was a good plan, but if it failed, the consequences would be severe. The elites chosen for this mission would have to face Hitler directly.

The head of the empire of evil.

His name was deeply engraved in Europe.

Yet, among those gathered here, most were…

“It’s meaningless.”

To put it bluntly, none of the people here were anything less than elite.

Each one was directly managed and highly valued by their respective nations. If any of them wanted to relocate, their country would offer countless benefits to accommodate them.

“That strategy seems extremely risky.”

“I agree with it. Most of the people here are so-called upper-tier chaff anyway.”

A mocking voice taunted the heroes around us.

The speaker, an entity with ferocious, beast-like magic, made no effort to hide it.

“Form a team of top-tier elites to take down Hitler? If he summons whatever demonic ally he has, it’ll be truly dangerous.”

“Crude tone, but the meaning is correct. The Nazis are preparing for their final battle. As much as I hate agreeing with him, targeting Hitler with elites is a viable option.”

“Isn’t everyone here highly capable? With such strong personalities gathered, even a perfect strategy might face resistance.”

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“I agree.”

Sigurd added his voice.

“To confront Hitler, the bare minimum requirement is upper-tier strength. Others might succumb to mental attacks and fail to function. So, this method is the most reasonable.”

“I agree as well.”

The Heavenly Demon raised her hand.

“You, woman. What skill do you have to contribute?”

One of the frowning figures directed his displeasure at the Heavenly Demon, seemingly targeting her among the supporters.

“Interesting.”

The Heavenly Demon didn’t respond with hostility. Instead, she smiled, as if she found it amusing.

“In this era, or the one I came from, while the processes and outcomes may differ, strength ultimately decides everything.”

The Heavenly Demon stood up.

“Come on, kid. Let me teach you a thing or two.”