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Chapter 230
Perhaps… it’s not an organization targeting Isna.
It might be a single being—sothing with imnse power.
Without knowing the nature of the enemy, all they could do was act cautiously.
Catsey calmly analyzed the situation and ca to a conclusion.
“I will follow your decision, Father.”
“Good. You’ve made the right choice.”
* * *
The truth is, I wanted to talk after seeing Isna wake up.
But that had to wait for another ti.
Catsey, head of Mielephon, had promised to contact once Isna regained consciousness.
Until then, all I could do was wait.
One concern lingered… was it truly right to leave Isna in Mielephon’s hands when the Red Moon was after her?
Still, I had to admit—the Sword Saint was there, and Mielephon itself was incredibly powerful.
lissa woke up half a day after Isna had left.
She rose almost instinctively and headed straight to the training hall, sitting at the center and tuning her aura.
Even at a glance, she was skillfully wielding techniques of Expert-high or greater.
She hadn't reached the Master level yet, but that was only a matter of ti.
Inside her body now rested an imnse amount of aura she could never have cultivated on her own.
Then, without a word, she drew a practice sword and began swinging.
Compared to the version of her I saw when I awoke from Labyrinthos, the difference was vast—almost incomparable.
It would be best to leave her alone for now, to process the insights she had gained.
[You will soon be able to receive mories from the new Hall.]
I nodded at the familiar voice of the Library.
‘Do I know what they are yet?’
[Once the download is complete, you’ll be able to confirm.]
Right.
I could now obtain the mories of the Spirit Hall.
But there was no rush, as I could manifest power using magic or other thods for now.
The strength of spirit arts lies in how rapidly one can grow with enough talent—but even that held little aning for now.
As I arrived at the mountain cabin where I usually worked, the faint sound of tal striking echoed from below.
Luna must have arrived ahead of .
Not that it mattered.
What was important right now was the commission.
I had received a short-term teaching request from the Imperial Academy, but I had never developed a formal curriculum before.
I was all about practical training.
I barely had any evidence that my thods were effective.
In fact, lissa was the only case I had—and even then, she had been brought back from near-death by Luna more than once.
When dealing with a group—especially those less gifted than lissa—my kind of intense training might end up doing more harm than good.
KANG! KANG!
As I descended into the underground workshop, I saw Luna striking a glowing-red ingot with her bare hands.
Being a natural-born angel, she had a peculiar love for fluttery, delicate clothes when no one was watching.
Her pure white garnts were completely out of place in a workshop like this.
Yet they remained spotless, unaffected even when briefly touched by flas.
“Ooops~ my hand slipped~ Oops, my hand slipped~”
Couldn’t she do sothing about that ominous song?
Just watching her hamr a red-hot ingot with bare hands made determined to avoid marital argunts at all costs if we ever got married.
“Leon, you’re here?”
“What are you making?”
“Just a simple tool.”
Would you even need a tool to refine a Millennial fruit?
At least she wasn’t hamring the fruit directly…
I glanced at what she was crafting—it had a strange, curious shape.
“What is this?”
“A mold for ferntation.”
Ah.
I left her to it and started picking up so ingots from a corner of the workshop.
Then I placed them on the workbench and reached out with my hand, saying playfully:
“Abracadabra~”
Wooooong!!
Of course, the activation of the Heart of the Machine God that caused the ingots to mix wasn’t magic.
In an instant, they bypassed the interdiate steps and began taking shape.
What I created was a small dagger.
Then, using a small amount of fairywood I had received from the elves, I carved a handle, attached it, and finished it with a leather strap.
It looked like it had been mass-produced in a mold, but the Heart of the Machine God didn’t produce things crudely—it simply skipped steps.
KAAANG!!!
I struck a nearby tal lump hard—leaving a massive dent in the once-solid chunk.
anwhile, the dagger I had made remained perfectly intact.
“Durability test complete.”
For the base weapon, this level of durability was more than sufficient.
I placed the finished blade in a suitable spot and began gathering spiritual energy.
The energy followed my fingertips and started to perate the dagger.
If the spiritual energies liked the dagger’s shape, it would remain as-is, but sotis they altered the form.
The ti it takes to complete a spirit weapon varies, and I couldn’t say for sure if it would form as quickly as the one I made for Falling Blossom.
Fortunately, it didn’t seem like this one would take too long.
After a few hours of silently watching the process, Luna ca and sat beside , resting her head on my shoulder as if she had finished her own work.
“What kind of weapon will it be?”
“I don’t know. We’ll find out once it’s done.”
The dagger, now gathering spiritual energy at a steady pace, emitted a faint glow.
Blue currents, like static electricity pulling on hair, flickered around the blade—appearing and disappearing repeatedly.
Then… the shape of the dagger began to change.
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Apparently, the spirit didn’t like the dagger form very much.
Eventually, the final product was revealed—a beautiful and cleanly designed sledgehamr, with a bit of wood mixed into the tal.
“A hamr, huh.”
“The shape doesn’t really matter.”
Spirit weapons usually take on the form the spirit desires.
This was actually better.
Occasionally, when it took on a form difficult for a person to wield, it beca hard to use.
As the light surrounding the hamr slowly faded, Luna reached out and picked it up.
"Oh... Feels good in the hand."
"You probably won’t be able to use it anyway."
"So, what kind of power does it have?"
At her question, I quietly picked up the hamr and began communing with the spirit weapon.
"Its na is 'Utopia'."
A new spirit weapon with a na that was already unusual—Utopia.
I swung it through the air.
And then I uttered the activation phrase.
"Open."
Crack!!
With a shattering sound, in an instant, the workshop transford into a vast flower garden.
The energy consumption was far greater than Falling Blossoms, but fuel efficiency wasn’t important.
It wasn't just an illusion.
The scent of flowers and the cool breeze made it feel like an entirely different space.
Right.
Just like that spatial control ability I saw in the realm with the demon tree.
Maybe the reason this weapon was created was triggered by my experience fighting the demon tree.
That thought crossed my mind.
"An array?"
"Sothing like that."
It was about completely taking over a space to create sothing like a formation.
If Hwa Ryeong the formation master saw this, she’d probably freak out, but this was only the first awakened ability of the new spirit weapon, Utopia.
"Oh, this would be great for combat training."
"That’s exactly what I thought."
Unlike a simple illusion like a Paradise Artifact, this was a real illusion with substance.
Training in this space allowed actual physical improvent.
In short, Utopia’s best use was as the ultimate training ground.
Quite a bit of ti passed since that day.
Catsey had said she’d contact when Isna woke up, but there was still no word from Mielephon.
I wasn’t sure if there was another reason for the silence, but for now, I decided to wait.
I had accepted a request, after all.
I’d been to the Imperial Academy before.
I had t Professor Roml to submit lissa’s re-enrollnt application and helped him out with supervising exams.
"Oh ho! Welco, Lord Leon."
"Good to see you again, Professor."
"Luna ca with you too, I see."
"Nice to see you."
Luna gave a short reply, holding a small tallic object in her arms.
It looked like a small box, probably containing the Millennial Fruit inside.
"Whew. You have no idea how relieved I am that you ca. I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had a mont to breathe."
"Is this a season when a lot of new students arrive?"
"Normally, no. But this ti, a lot of things happened all at once."
He smiled gently as he offered us so fragrant coffee.
"Thanks for accepting the request."
"I’m not exactly great at teaching others, though."
"I’m sure you’ll do well. The academy already has a curriculum manual in place."
He handed a stack of docunts.
The docunts detailed the academy’s educational policies and teaching thods.
"Is it okay for to see this?"
"Nothing wrong with it. Unless there's sothing in there I don’t know about?"
"No, nothing like that."
I skimd through the manual, then asked the most important question.
"So, who exactly are the students I’ll be teaching? I gathered from your letter that I’d be responsible for lissa."
"That's correct. But the students you'll be in charge of are not new students."
"Then who are they?"
"To be precise, they are students who have fallen behind in their studies."
In other words, repeaters—or underachievers.
"Hmm…"
"Originally, they would have received academic warnings and been expelled."
"Expelled, huh…"
"But most of those students are commoners. Kids who didn’t receive a proper education from a young age, so competing with those who got elite training would’ve been tough."
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