Di sebuah ruang terbuka di suatu tempat di Constel. Prospek tahun pertama, Pielott von Ribanche, berdiri diam sambil memegang sarung pedang di pinggangnya. Ia tidak mencabut pedangnya lalu mengayunkannya, juga tidak sedang beristirahat. Ia hanya berdiri tegak dan bernapas dalam-dalam. Seolah-olah itu adalah latihan. '...Senior Frondier bilang butuh waktu baginya untuk kembali.' Beruntung atau tidak bagi Pielott, saat semua orang sudah kembali ke Constel, hanya Frondier yang tidak masuk sekolah karena alasan pribadi. Sepertinya kepala sekolah sudah tahu tentang situasi Frondier, jadi tidak ada yang perlu dikhawatirkan. Tentu saja, latihan Pielott yang setiap hari dihajar juga dihentikan sementara. Awalnya ia senang akhirnya bisa beristirahat, tapi setelah beberapa hari, ia malah kembali berjalan ke tempat latihan ini, tempat ia dulu dihajar setiap hari. Bukan karena ia merindukan hajaran itu, tapi pertumbuhan yang bisa ia rasakan jelas selama latihan telah terhenti. 'Aku tidak bisa berbuat banyak selama perang.' Ia sudah agak rendah hati setelah terus-menerus dikalahkan Frondier, tapi Pielott pada dasarnya adalah pria yang kesombongannya tak terbatas. Kalau ini sebuah game, ia pasti langsung menantang Aster dan dihajar, menjadi pahlawan yang sedikit menyimpang kalau beruntung, atau penjahat kalau sial. Melalui latihan dengan Frondier, Pielott merasa dirinya jelas menjadi lebih kuat dari sebelumnya. Ia sudah agak bisa mengatasi serangan Frondier, dan stamina-nya cukup meningkat sehingga tidak mudah lelah lagi. Namun, meski begitu, Frondier tidak memasukkan Pielott ke dalam gentongan. Bahkan, bukan hanya Pielott, sangat sedikit siswa Constel yang ditugaskan ke pertempuran gentongan. Tentu saja, tidak ada sama sekali di antara siswa tahun pertama. '...Aku masih kurang.' Namun, meski begitu, Pielott berharap ia menjadi pengecualian. Pielott sudah memiliki persepsi bahwa ia adalah murid Frondier. Sekarang perang sudah berakhir dan penilaian terhadap Frondier berbalik, ia bahkan ingin menyombongkannya ke mana-mana. Karena itu, ia berharap Frondier mempercayakan sesuatu padanya, tapi itu tidak terjadi. Saat Pielott menghela napas dalam-dalam hingga membuat tanah amblas, salah satu temannya yang dulu ikut berguling (?) bersamanya menghampiri. "Jadi kapan kau akan mencabut pedangmu?" Itu Dier. Pria yang awalnya dinilai lebih tinggi dari Pielott oleh Frondier. Saat ini, mereka berdua sama-sama belajar dari Frondier tentang kekurangan masing-masing. Pielott terutama fokus pada aspek mental, sementara Dier, sebaliknya, fokus pada aspek fisik. "Aku tidak akan mencabutnya." Pielott menjawab. Dier memiringkan kepalanya. "Apa, jadi kau hanya akan terus berdiri seperti itu?" "Ya, itu latihannya." Dier tidak sepenuhnya memahami kata-kata Pielott, tapi untuk saat ini ia mengangguk. Kalau dipikir-pikir, Senior Frondier sepertinya pernah memberikan latihan serupa pada Pielott sebelum pergi berperang. "Kapan Senior Frondier akan kembali? Bagaimana kalau ia kembali tahun depan?" "Itu mungkin terjadi. Kalau begitu kita akan punya junior juga." Memang, waktu tahun ini berlalu dengan cepat. Saat mereka kembali, sudah sekitar waktu musim gugur perlahan berganti. Dari situ, Frondier bilang akan tinggal satu bulan lagi, jadi kalau ada yang salah dan ia tertunda lebih lama, ia mungkin benar-benar kembali tahun depan. "Di antara siswa tahun pertama berikutnya, apakah akan muncul prospek lain yang melampauimu?" "...Aku bahkan tidak tahu apakah aku masih prospek atau bukan." "Haha, setelah dilatih Senior Frondier, kau tidak akan berpikir begitu..." Dier, yang berbicara sambil tersenyum, berhenti bicara. Ia menutup mulutnya sendiri, bukan karena orang lain. Menendang tanah, aura naik hampir bersamaan. Tubuhnya membelah udara saat ia melesat, ia mencabut pedang pendek yang dibawanya dan memegangnya dengan pegangan terbalik, menyerbu ke sisi kanan Pielott. Pedang pendek itu, diayunkan dengan sekuat tenaga, memblokir sesuatu, tidak, tubuh Dier berputar setengah putaran, terombang-ambing oleh kekuatannya. Sesuatu yang masih memanjang itu membelokkan lintasannya secara aneh dan menyerbu ke arah Pielott. Pielott mengayunkan pedangnya ke bawah dan menghantamkan sesuatu yang terbang itu ke tanah. Sebuah manik transparan, seukuran kuku jari, ia tidak akan bisa memblokirnya jika bukan karena 'mata' Dier. Melihat lebih dekat, manik itu terikat pada seutas benang, dan lintasan aneh tadi sepertinya karena pengaruhnya. Manik itu dengan cepat terbang kembali ke arah asalnya. Dan dari jauh, pemilik asli manik itu, seorang pria, berjalan ke arah mereka selangkah demi selangkah. "Bisa memblokir manikku di udara! Penglihatan yang luar biasa!" Pria itu berkata dengan kagum. Kalau tangannya tidak kosong, ia akan bertepuk tangan. Ia mengepalkan kedua tinjunya, mungkin memegang benang. Meskipun tidak terlihat jelas. "Tapi kekuatanmu kurang dibanding penglihatanmu yang bagus! Fokus pada latihan yang lebih sederhana untuk sekarang! Ah, tapi apakah itu masih penting sekarang? Kalian berdua akan mati di sini hari ini! Hahahaha!!" Pria itu tertawa riang, seolah baru saja melontarkan lelucon. Anehnya, baik vitalitas maupun niat membunuh meluap di matanya. Pielott berkata, tercengang melihat pemandangan itu. "Serangan yang akan membunuh kami jika kami tidak memblokirnya, dan bahkan setelah mengubah lintasannya sekali, ia mengubahnya lagi. Ia baru saja melakukan percobaan pembunuhan dua kali." Bahkan sambil berbicara, Dier masih mengepalkan dan membuka tinjunya, seolah tangannya masih mati rasa. "Itu sangat brutal. Untuk manik sekecil itu." "...Bagiku, bukan kekuatan yang menjadi masalah, tapi aku tidak bisa melihatnya dengan baik sejak awal." Pria itu, yang diam-diam mendengarkan percakapan mereka, mulai memutar manik itu menggunakan benang di tangannya. Flick, flick, flick, bentuk melingkar dengan aura yang naik muncul, dan pria itu mendekati mereka seperti sedang melakukan akrobat. "Namaku Adolf! Pewaris Wrath, iblis peringkat kelima! Ingatlah! Tidak, tidak perlu!" "Maaf! Kalian mungkin tidak mengerti apa yang kukatakan, kan? Tapi perkenalan diri adalah aturan bagi iblis! Ingat ini juga! Tidak, tidak perlu─" Adolf terus mengoceh dengan bersemangat sendiri. Dier dan Pielott mengambil kuda-kuda dengan wajah tegang. "Kalau iblis, Belphegor juga iblis." "Dia mungkin lebih lemah dari itu." "Senior Frondier mengalahkan Belphegor itu sendirian, kata mereka." "Tapi kita berdua." Saat Adolf mengoceh dengan bersemangat sendiri, kedua orang ini juga hanya berbicara di antara mereka sendiri, sama sekali mengabaikan apa yang dikatakan Adolf. Kecocokan mereka sungguh sempurna. "Apa yang akan Senior Frondier katakan jika kita kalah? Di depan kuburan kita." "Bukankah ia akan menatap kita dengan mata dingin itu dan berkata 'Menyedihkan'?" Mata mereka menyala bersamaan. "Itu sama sekali tidak boleh terjadi."
Bab 628
In an open space somewhere in Constel. First-year prospect, Pielott von Ribanche, stood still, holding the scabbard at his waist. He wasn't drawing his sword and swinging it, nor was he resting. He just stood straight and breathed deeply. As if that were training. '...Senior Frondier said it would take some time for him to return.' Fortunately or unfortunately for Pielott, while everyone had returned to Constel, Frondier alone was not attending school due to personal reasons. It seemed like the headmaster already knew about Frondier's situation, so there was nothing to worry about. Naturally, Pielott's training, where he was beaten up every day, was also temporarily suspended. At first, he was happy to finally get some rest, but after a few days, he ended up walking back to this training ground where he used to get beaten up every day. It wasn't that he missed getting beaten up, but the growth he could clearly feel during training had come to a halt. 'I couldn't do much during the war.' He had become somewhat humble after being constantly defeated by Frondier, but Pielott was originally a man whose pride knew no bounds. If it were a game, he would have immediately challenged Aster and gotten beaten up, becoming a slightly twisted hero if he were lucky, or a villain if he were unlucky. Through training with Frondier, Pielott felt that he had become clearly stronger than before. He could somewhat cope with Frondier's attacks, and his stamina had increased enough that he no longer got tired easily. However, even so, Frondier didn't include Pielott in the barrier. In fact, not only Pielott but also very few Constel students were assigned to the barrier fight. Naturally, there were none among the first-years. '...I'm still lacking.' However, even so, Pielott wished that he would be an exception. Pielott already had the perception that he was Frondier's disciple. Now that the war was over and the evaluation of Frondier had reversed, he even wanted to brag about it everywhere. Therefore, he had expected Frondier to entrust him with something, but that didn't happen. As Pielott sighed deeply enough to make the ground sink, one of his friends who used to roll around (?) with him approached. "So when are you going to draw your sword?" It was Dier. The man who was originally rated higher than Pielott by Frondier. Currently, they were both learning from Frondier about their respective shortcomings. Pielott mainly focused on the mental aspects, while Dier, on the contrary, focused on the physical aspects. "I'm not drawing it." Pielott replied. Dier tilted his head. "What, then are you just going to keep standing like that?" "Yeah, that's the training." Dier didn't quite understand Pielott's words, but he nodded for now. Come to think of it, Senior Frondier seemed to have given Pielott similar training before going to war. "When will Senior Frondier come back? What if he comes back next year?" "That could happen. Then we'll have juniors too." Indeed, the time of this year had passed quickly. When they returned, it was already around the time when autumn was slowly transitioning. From there, Frondier said he would stay for another month, so if something went wrong and he was delayed further, he might really come back next year. "Among the next first-years, will another prospect appear who surpasses you?" "...I don't even know if I'm a prospect anymore." "Haha, after being trained by Senior Frondier, you wouldn't think that..." Dier, who was speaking with a smile, stopped talking. He closed his mouth on his own, not because of anyone else. Kicking off the ground, aura rising almost simultaneously. His body cutting through the air as he dashed, he drew the short sword he carried and held it in reverse grip, charging towards Pielott's right side. 𝙧 The short sword, swung with all his might, blocked something, no, Dier's body spun half a turn, overwhelmed by the force. The something that was still extending strangely bent its trajectory and charged towards Pielott. Pielott swung his sword down and slammed the flying something into the ground. A transparent bead, about the size of a fingernail, he wouldn't have been able to block it if it weren't for Dier's 'eyes'. Looking closely, the bead was attached to a thread, and the strange trajectory from earlier seemed to be due to its influence. The bead quickly flew back in the direction it came from. And from afar, the original owner of the bead, a man, walked towards them step by step. "To block my bead in mid-air! Amazing eyesight!" The man said in admiration. If his hands weren't empty, he would have clapped. He was clenching both fists, probably holding the thread. Although it wasn't clearly visible. "But your strength is lacking compared to your good eyes! Focus on simpler exercises for now! Ah, but does that even matter now? You'll both die here today! Hahahaha!!" The man laughed cheerfully, as if he had just made a joke. Strangely, both vitality and murderous intent overflowed in his eyes. Pielott said, dumbfounded by the sight. "An attack that would have killed us if we hadn't blocked it, and even after changing its trajectory once, he changed it again. He just committed attempted murder twice." Even while speaking, Dier was still clenching and unclenching his fist, as if his hand was still numb. "It was incredibly brute force. For such a small bead." "...For me, it's not the strength that's the problem, but that I can't see it well in the first place." The man, who had been silently listening to their conversation, started spinning the bead using the thread in his hand. Flick, flick, flick, a circular shape with rising aura appeared, and the man approached them as if performing acrobatics. "My name is Adolf! Heir of Wrath, the fifth-ranked devil! Remember it! No, you don't have to!" "Sorry! You probably don't understand what I'm saying, right? But self-introduction is a rule for devils! Remember this too! No, you don't have to─" Adolf continued to chatter excitedly on his own. Dier and Pielott took their stances with tense faces. "If it's a devil, Belphegor was also a devil." "He's probably weaker than that." "Senior Frondier defeated that Belphegor alone, they say." "But there are two of us." Just as Adolf was chattering excitedly on his own, these two also only talked amongst themselves, completely ignoring what Adolf was saying. Their compatibility was unbelievably perfect. "What would Senior Frondier say if we lose? In front of our graves." "Wouldn't he look down at us with those cold eyes and say 'How pathetic'?" Their eyes lit up simultaneously. "That absolutely cannot happen."
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