Tale of the Fake Hero - Chapter 305
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Season 3: Episode 113
Patisserie Dune Jeraye began instructing three dedicated cadets on July 15, 1676 AD.
It was Camilla, Sharon, and Olier.
The College of Cardinals’ interest and devotion towards the 979th class was so great that all of the instructors were assigned to training the 979th class.
Senior Instructor Rinoya Dune Jeraye was the instructor, and the other instructors were assigned as dedicated instructors who could watch over each cadet.
Camilla and Sharon… … .
Patish felt a vague sense of destiny at being entrusted with the discipleship of his friends who had died in the war that scholars had recently named the ‘Black Summer’, had completed their missions, and were now no longer able to meet.
in fact…….
What should I say… … .
When he becomes Dune and the two of them become Alters and break up… … .
It even occurred to me that perhaps the fate of these three people was destined to end this way.
Those disciples… … .
If you want to come into my arms… … .
Those two are either dead, dying, or about to die… … .
While guiding Camilla and Sharon, the voices and smiles of their friends kept overlapping, so Patisserie often cried quietly at night in the dormitory, hiding in the smoke of cigarettes.
– Ram, what if this guy turns our disciples into smokers too?
– What should I do if I have to come and hit him?
– Try it. What can you do while I make your students into the best smokers who surpass me? The authority of the instructor of is absolute.
– This guy is so evil that even the would cry!
– That’s right, that’s right! I have to tell the elders of Oju!
I told you I was coming to beat you up, you bad guys… … .
Since you can’t come, there’s no reason to make your disciples smoke cigarettes…
If you were here, I was thinking of making an excuse for you to come here… … .
“Bad years… … .”
Of course, Olier’s guidance was not neglected either.
Camilla and Sharon were already far beyond Olier’s skills. It seemed like there wasn’t much to teach them.
In addition, Olier had many similarities with his own situation of not having a mentor as a supporter. In that sense of kinship, Patissier trained and guided the three students with the same affection.
“Florette actually had a hobby of stealing, so when she was hungry, she would sneak down to restaurants and steal food.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. We benefited from that. He always brought us our stuff.”
“Could it be that you were trying to create an accomplice?”
“That’s right, that’s right. Anyway, that girl was so good at using the extreme swordsmanship, so that kind of training must have helped.”
Often, really often.
Patisserie told stories of those days to her friend’s disciples.
“Ever since she was a cadet, Laminea was different from others. I thought she was really arrogant because she was the youngest student to enter school, but she was never that polite.”
If there were any photos left, they were shown.
In the story, there were times when Chin-woo’s disciples laughed through the deep veil of sadness that hung over their faces, and every time that happened, Patisserie was secretly very happy.
Floret and Laminea are dead.
Death was irreversible. There was no reunion with the dead.
The disciples had to accept the fact. They had to accept the fact as reality.
Of course, the patissier herself.
Epilogue of the prequel, I, Become a warrior like you (5)
Camilla’s swordsmanship seemed simple, but was resolute.
In the simple yet decisive chain of strikes and stabs, the opponent collapsed without even being able to properly maintain his stance, and among the cadets, his skills were truly outstanding.
It was too extreme to be called the Ten-Character Way, and relatively mild to be called the Eleven-Character Way, but it seemed to have been influenced by what he saw and learned from Vinessa and Ashir.
Camilla was also the most skilled in the art of drawing among all the successors of the Ten-Character Sword.
If you compare it with the orthodox ten-character chart, it may not be able to catch up with Laminea, but if you look at it from the perspective of the Baldo-Ten-character chart, it will sufficiently catch up.
The pastry chef gave Camilla full marks for her evaluation.
It wasn’t favoritism.
Since there was no fault to be found, no points were deducted, so the score inevitably had to be full marks.
Sharon was also perfecting her extreme swordsmanship, which was eerily sharp.
The level of swordsmanship that follows not only the breathing but even the flow of the opponent’s consciousness must have been honed to a blade-like level in countless battles with the demons.
The only person who could deal with Camilla was Sharon, and the only person who could deal with Sharon was Camilla.
“Ouch! What is that!”
“It’s a new sword technique I’ve developed just to kill you, Jasha! Bullet Sword! Since you keep getting faster and faster, I don’t have time to pull out the blade, so I tried to just shoot you with the handle like a gun and smash your head in, but it works amazingly well!”
“Hehehe, being so cruel is exactly like being a villain. It suits you very well.”
“Eat some shit! People who laugh like that are usually villains.”
“Then let’s do this. Justice is whoever wins!”
“While you were talking cowardly!”
Even in that dialogue, Floret often wiped her eyes because her daily life from her childhood overlapped.
– Okay, should we try to establish some discipline against Let today?
– You’re being a jerk! Alright, come on!
Camilla and Sharon’s combined record was 78 wins and 76 losses.
Sharon also got perfect scores on all the other tests, but Camilla ended up graduating at the top of her class because she had two more wins in the sparring test.
For reference, the two never lost a single match against their 979th class mates.
Roberis was one-armed (this would gradually regenerate once the Payqueer body modifications began), so he was actually the lowest in swordsmanship.
Of course, he excelled in strategy and tactics theory, history, and magical power management, but for Payquerier, his talent in swordsmanship was given greater priority.
Although they were of the same class, there was a clear hierarchy, and Camilla and Sharon, as the oldest members, received the respect of all their peers and juniors for their skills and achievements.
Camilla was even an officer awarded the highest military decoration at the age of eighteen.
‘Compared to him, Olier… … .’
You’re falling behind, just like me.
You may think it’s a difference in experience, but it’s actually a difference in will…
“Those two may look like they’re smiling, but they’re not.”
Patisserie spoke to Olier, who was watching the sword fight between the two men with his fists clenched helplessly.
A heavy feeling of pressure.
The immense pressure of not being able to bring shame to their dead master continues to pull the two upward as a firm belief.
“Those two have to be perfect. Because their teachers were perfect. Now they can’t be acting up.”
So, I can’t tolerate being weak or being seen as weak in the eyes of others.
With you… … .
It’s different from us… … .
Olier, you are looking at those two people with envious eyes right now, but in those two people’s eyes, you are the one they envy the most.
“We have a teacher who is like a parent to us.”
Although he was inferior to the other two, Olier Vladipaire also had the spirit of a boneless warrior, as befitting a later member of the Flame Dragon Sword Sect.
It is strong.
It’s a talent.
But Patisserie could vaguely tell that this child would become a Dune, just like herself, and not an Alter.
“What are you talking about?”
“The ones the Holy Sword chooses… … are not ordinary people like us.”
The noble Supreme Swordsmen choose only noble representatives, just as they are noble themselves.
And that nobility is… … .
The world of childhood, so beautifully and dazzlingly built, is only firmly established in the midst of a single collapse.
“Only when you see your teacher, your family, your friends die, is that complete… … You must have the heart of a warrior.”
“yes?”
“Ollier, don’t be disappointed if you are not chosen by the Holy Sword. You are more human than you think.”
The road is… … .
The road those guys walk on is… … .
The horse is a warrior, and he spends his whole life shedding blood, and dying in that blood… … That is the path of asceticism.
“To put it simply, it is not a path that ordinary people like us can walk. You will come to know it someday when you become like me.”
* * *
January in Asran Village, a remote village at the southernmost tip of the continent, was bustling with the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs.
January 12, 1677 AD.
The cries of humans were added to the cries of nature, and the cries of the newborn baby that Laminea gave birth to were heard far across the sea.
“Daughter.”
The old midwife from the village who delivered the baby laughed heartily as she carefully cut the umbilical cord.
“I hope you will become a healthy and good daughter like your mother.”
The villagers treated the young couple who had just settled in their remote village with great interest and curiosity.
The groom’s name is Ranen.
The bride’s name was Irene.
Seeing the young groom struggling to walk properly and the pregnant bride struggling to make ends meet, the villagers assumed that there must have been some untold trouble in the countryside and did not ask any further questions about the story.
Ranen is Aydin.
Irene doesn’t know what Laminea is.
The villagers gave the couple work, and the couple made a living through that work.
“Okay, Daddy, hug me first.”
Aydin hesitated.
I…….
Someone like me… … .
How can someone like me, who survived the death of others, dare to embrace this kind of life?
“Hug me, Ranen.”
Lamine whispered in a hoarse voice.
“Please hug our daughter tightly.”
I carefully held the child in my arms, but my mind went blank and tears started to flow out without me realizing it.
This crying… … .
This pulsation… … .
I was so amazed by the presence of light that permeated this warmth that I shed tears.
‘Life is so heartbreaking and so lovely.’
This is life and light, and this is the loving providence that the Creators gave when they created the world with light, love, and peace… … .
“Smile, Ranen.”
Be fruitful and multiply… … .
After giving birth and giving birth… … .
I shed tears in awe and amazement at the great providence that sustains faith and life.
“So you don’t know who the newborn is.”
And I cried because I felt sorry for my daughter’s fate, who had to live in this world that was becoming increasingly cruel and sad as darkness encroached.
“So smile.”
But he cried because he regretted that he had no time to walk that pitiful fate together.
“So that the child can hear his father’s laughter as much as possible.”
That cry, that kind of cry must have been. And that cry must have been the cry of that day’s separation, which was coming soon and was approaching every moment.
“Ranen, me too, me too misses our child… … .”
Aydin carefully laid the child down next to Laminea.
Laminea forgot even the pain of childbirth and just looked at the child’s face.
The eyes were so clear, clearer than any lake, that his own face was reflected in them.
“Hello? It’s Mom. It’s me, Mom.”
Lamine felt herself bursting into tears just from saying that one word, “Mom.”
This one moment… … .
Just for this one moment… … .
To meet you for this one moment… … .
It seems like I and my mother have lived through repeated brutal battles in that cruel world.
It’s so small… … .
It’s so warm… … .
This is life… … .
Laminea felt an inexplicable sadness at the lofty providence of creation hidden in the command to be fruitful and multiply, in which people give birth to people who resemble them and watch their growth.
And also, over that sadness… … .
On that near day, as the sadness that came from knowing that their separation was destined to happen spread, Laminea’s eyes also became transparently wet.
“Ranen, let’s go with that name… … .”
Laminea had spent every night since the war thinking about her child’s name.
My uncle Cheongseong… … .
As you gave me your name… … .
Because I wanted to give such a beautiful, wonderful, and rich name. I wanted my children to feel that emotion too.
“What did you call it… … ? Was it La Camilla Tel Kaisen Belu… … ?”
“This is La Kamila Tel Kaisen Kidero Belru.”
On that day of worry, Aydin said something.
That is a proverb of the Dragon Tribe, which means, ‘All encounters are a gift from the gods.’
Camilla’s name, when translated as a verb, means ‘gift’.
– Kaisen means ‘fate’, and La and Tel connect the two subjects to form the meaning of ‘meeting’. Belu is interpreted as ‘the will of creation’ or ‘by the gods’.
The moment she heard that, Laminea knew that Aydin had remembered this proverb for her and had prepared and recited it for her.
And this adage is… … .
No one else… … .
Just for yourself… … .
I also knew that the providence of creation had been passed down through the history of the Dragon Clan to this day. So I made a decision right away.
If you have a daughter, Ratel.
If you have a son, Kaisen.
Let’s give this name to the children.
It would have been nice to have both of them and give them names, but just conceiving one child was already an infinite blessing from creation. It was unconscionable to expect anything more.
“Ratel, Mommy, Mommy is here. What should I do? Just because Ratel was born like this, just because she came out alive like this, Mommy is so happy and joyful… … .”
Lamine began to cry.
It wasn’t because the meeting with the child that only happened in dreams, dreams that could never become reality, came true.
In that dream… … .
In that dream… … .
Right next to her, there was Camilla, who was surprised to see her child holding her wiggling fingers.
– Wow, Master. This guy’s grip strength is no joke! He’s so big, I’ll take a finger on him. I’ll beat up all the guys who try to flirt.
Why is it that in this place where I am so happy and joyful, you are not there and only I am there… … .
Why can’t you be together… … .
Why am I alone here, in this place without you, I… … .
– Don’t worry about anything. I will train your children to be able to beat up any common rascal.
* * *
Lamineia conceived again a year later with the utmost blessing of creation and gave birth to a child a year later, in 1679 AD.
It was a son.
The name was Kaisen.
That child later grows up and becomes the great hero Charillion, who cuts down the absolute being of the abyss with a single sword and makes eternal spring bloom.