[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 327

After burning my whole body to defeat the guards, only sadness remains.

“Seriously, what am I gonna do about all these demerits?”

“How many have you piled up?”

Noa looks at me with concern.

“No clue? I might be the top of the school. I’ve been stacking them like breathing.”

“Bragging, huh?”

“Yong is really a pepper rice.”

“You’re the pride of our Wisdom Academy. Listen to the domestic horse till the end.”

Already, I’m stuck at the bottom of Wisdom Academy, so this bizarre party was formed.

But now, we’re about to break through the underground.

“Sigh. Anyone gonna help me clean up later?”

“I’ll help you, Autumn.”

Noa smiles and gently raises her hand.

“That’s our Noa. I knew I could count on you.”

“I’ll help too.”

“That’s our Yong.”

“I’m Yong. I’m a cleaning expert.”

“That’s our Daechul.”

After insuring my friends as collateral, I finally feel at ease.

“Stop worrying about such trivial things and eat some sausage. What’s there to worry about when we’re here?”

“Right?”

Shin Yong comforts me and stabs a sliced sausage with a fork, shoving it toward me.

“Ah.”

As I open my mouth, he pops it in.

Danpung does the same, constantly trying to feed me something.

“Hmm, it’s tasty but salty. Should we drink beer?”

“Excellent judgment.”

As I pull out beer from the space and hand it out, Noa stares at the space intently.

“Autumn, what on earth do you keep in that space, and how much?”

“I just buy stuff whenever I have time and store it all there. That’s why I got scolded last time for not organizing it.”

While rummaging through the space, I remember something I brought.

“Oh right. I brought this for you guys.”

When I pull out four swords, the trio’s eyes widen.

Looks like they’re sword enthusiasts after all.

Shin Yong, who was peeking in, pulls out a sword from his waist.

“I have a fine sword passed down from my family.”

“Oh? Let me see.”

Shin Yong hands over the sword.

*Ding!*

───

[Enhanced Iron Sword]

Durability: 58%

○Enhanced Cutting Power

○Enhanced Durability

Grade: Magic

───

The naming of grades varies depending on the item’s lore, but “Magic” is a grade between high-tier and rare.

If we rank it numerically, the standard grade is 1, and Shin Yong’s sword is 3.

Yu Bit-na said that grade 4, Rare, can only be obtained from high-level dungeons or towers, so a grade 3 sword is pretty impressive.

“You’ve been training hard, huh? But since the durability’s iffy, use this one too.”

Honestly, the difference is obvious just by looking.

The swords I’ve laid out look extraordinary at a glance.

───

[Jinryeong]

May it be true.

Durability: 100%

Grade: Hero

[Creator: Stove Goblin]

───

Jinryeong is slightly thicker and longer than a standard black sword.

It’s not as massive as a greatsword, but it looks hefty.

───

[Sahan]

May it be a cold death.

Durability: 100%

Grade: Hero

[Creator: Stove Goblin]

───

Sahan has a grayish hue.

It looks like a balanced longsword with no sharp edges.

───

[Cheonggwang]

May it be clear.

Durability: 100%

Grade: Hero

[Creator: Stove Goblin]

───

Cheonggwang has a silvery sheen.

It’s thinner than Sahan, making it seem like a speed-type sword.

───

[Yeongwol]

May it be serene.

Durability: 100%

Grade: Hero

[Creator: Stove Goblin]

───

Yeongwol has a pale blue glow.

Resembling moonlight, it’s thinner than Cheonggwang, a typical shortsword.

“Pick whichever you like.”

As I lay the swords on the mat, the trio stares at me intently.

Unless you’re born with a silver spoon, academy students usually have weapons ranging from grade 0 to 2, or at best, like Shin Yong, grade 3. High-grade weapons aren’t something you can buy even if you have money.

In contrast, the weapons here are Hero-grade, equivalent to Epic, which sits between Unique and Legendary.

In terms of rank, it’s grade 6.

“They look super rare. Can we really take them?”

“Yeah. Just pay me back with PT.”

“It’s a gift I brought. I didn’t work hard to get it, just picked it up from a corner of my uncle’s workshop, so feel free to use it.”

“Uncle?”

“Yeah, my blacksmith uncle. He said it’s not that well-made since he just hammered it out for practice when he was young.”

I nodded at the three companions looking at me, and they all reached out their hands simultaneously.

Even though all three reached out their arms, there was no overlap in their choices.

As swordsmen, they seemed to instinctively know which sword called out to them.

Kim Chan-yong chose the balanced, grayish Sahan. Noah picked the slightly thinner, silvery Cheonggwang.

Shin Yong went for the heaviest, dark-colored Jinryeong.

Shin Yong, holding the sword, alternated his gaze between it and his own iron sword.

“The one I used is better.”

“Not really, right?”

Surprisingly, Noah challenged Shin Yong.

“For a swordsman, skill is more important than the sword’s performance.”

“That’s true, but…”

“I’ll show you how sharp the sword I’ve been with is.”

Shin Yong drew both swords, placed the dark Jinryeong on the ground, and raised his iron sword.

“This sword has my soul engraved in it.”

Shin Yong swung down with all his might.

*Sssk.*

“…?”

*Ting!*

The sound of metal clashing came belatedly, and Shin Yong finally looked at his iron sword.

Half of it was cleanly cut off, and the head was gone.

“Hey, sorry, but your soul’s been cut in half.”

“…..”

The three companions’ jaws dropped as they watched.

“Yong-ah, did you use sword energy? That’s not an iron sword, is it?”

At Kim Chan-yong’s words, Shin Yong slowly shook his head.

“That’s an Epic-grade weapon.”

“Whaaat!!!? E, E, E, Epic!!?”

Kim Chan-yong screamed.

“Ugh, noisy. If you don’t want it, give it back.”

I reached out toward Kim Chan-yong, who hugged his sword and turned away.

“This is, uh, not Epic, but, uh…”

It seemed like Kim Chan-yong wasn’t the only one panicking.

The other two also looked like their souls had left their bodies.

“Was there such a grade…?”

“I’ve heard of it. A few S-rank hunters use Epic-grade equipment. Though it’s just a rumor.”

The three, who had been whispering among themselves, turned their gaze to me.

“All three of my friends are close-range sword-wielding idiots without any mobility skills, so they need decent weapons.”

“Ga-eul, I’m hurt.”

“Why are you hitting me all of a sudden?”

“Hehehe.”

Meanwhile, Kim Chan-yong was just giggling.

“Anyway, use it. Isn’t it weird that I suddenly brought high-grade weapons?”

The three nodded simultaneously.

“Like I said earlier, it’s not something I worked hard to get. I just got lucky. I went into a dungeon alone and found a place where goblins lived. I got it from a blacksmith uncle I met there.”

Even after explaining, the three still looked full of doubt.

“We’re friends, right? Is it really okay to accept this? That kind of thing is forbidden. If you keep asking, it’ll just make it harder for me.”

“I see. I’ll use it well. Thank you.”

“I’ll use it well and pass it down through generations. Thanks, Ga-eul.”

“Thank you, Ga-eul.”

Honestly, no matter what I say, it’s hard to believe. It’s like winning the lottery.

“Yong’s is Jinryeong. Chan-yong’s is Sahan. Noah’s is Cheonggwang. They’re the companion swords of sword-wielders, so you should know their names.”

The last sword, which didn’t find an owner, is Yeongwol.

—

Me: Is it time?

Han Ga-eul: Almost.

—

As Yu Bit-na sent a text and sat in the office staring at her phone.

*Boom!*

With a loud noise, the Silver Wings guild headquarters shook.

“Last time it was about 3 minutes, now it’s 1 minute 30 seconds. It’s faster than before, huh?”

The sound erupted just 1 minute and 30 seconds after sending the text, so it was obvious who the visitor was.

Yu Bit-na walked to the window and looked outside to see the visitor.

Shimmering pink hair and jewel-like eyes. It was Han Ga-eul, her friend, troublemaker, and the saint of her country.

“Being level 1 makes it hard to control air friction. Guys, are you okay?”

With Han Ga-eul’s words, a rabbit and a squirrel peeked out from her arms.

A bright barrier of light surrounded the two animals.

“Wow. Baekseol is really good at handling light now, huh?”

Han Ga-eul, stroking the rabbit’s head, looks up.

“Bitna.”

“Come up.”

The moment Yu Bit-na tells Han Ga-eul, who was looking out the window, to come up,

*Poof.*

Han Ga-eul disappears like a ghost and reappears right in front of Yu Bit-na, stepping on the window frame.

“Ahhh!”

“Oh? Our Bitna is screaming in such a cute voice.”

“What, what was that!”

“Practicing teleporting without breaking the window.”

“Ugh.”

Yu Bit-na, sighing and brushing off her startled chest, slumps her shoulders.

“Can you please come normally? From arriving to climbing up, nothing is done properly.”

“So, why did you call me?”

Yu Bit-na walks over to the desk in the office and pulls out a document.

“The investigation on the two nerds you caught is roughly finished.”

“Roughly? So, you didn’t find out everything?”

Yu Bit-na nods.

“Their names are Randolf and Brunhilde Pomzel. Born in Germany, from the same orphanage.”

“Melodramas aren’t really my thing.”

Han Ga-eul, with her hands in her hoodie pocket, snorts.

“After being adopted to the same place in their childhood, there’s no further information.”

Yu Bit-na flips through the documents on the desk.

“Well, according to the information provided by Germany, that’s the case. The organization they belong to is called Omerta. Randolf, who we forced information out of, is completely mentally broken.”

“Did his brain get smashed while playing the villain?”

“Our guild ranger team leader, who worked with you, gave him a hard time. He’s really excellent.”

Yu Bit-na flips through the documents again and shows them to Han Ga-eul.

“He tried to kill himself the moment he was about to spill the information. Brunhilde said it’s called the ‘Law of Silence.’ Whether it’s sorcery or magic, we’re not sure yet, but it’s definitely something manipulated by someone outside.”

“So, how much is Brunhilde worth? I worked hard to catch her.”

“I’ll pay you the worth later, but listen to this first.”

Han Ga-eul nods and starts focusing on the documents.

“Combining the minimal information we got from them and Randolf’s movement patterns, we found a suspicious location. I want you to go there and investigate.”

“Brunhilde…”

“10 billion.”

“Okay.”

Yu Bit-na’s head throbs because Han Ga-eul doesn’t treat people outside her circle as humans.

“And, um…”

“Um?”

“That, po…”

“Po?”

After stammering for a while, Yu Bit-na, with a bright red face, finally waves her hand.

“Ah, never mind. Just go.”

“Got it. I’ll be back.”

Han Ga-eul waves her hand grandly, and Yu Bit-na waves back.

“Be careful. Don’t overdo it. If it seems dangerous, run away immediately.”

“What? Are you sending me to a dangerous place?”

“You’re really fast.”

“It’s teleportation.”

“Physical teleportation, right? There are footprints and furrows in front of the building.”

Han Ga-eul pouts her lips and reaches into the space, pulling out a thin dagger.

“Here.”

Han Ga-eul lightly throws the dagger, and Yu Bit-na catches it with one hand.

“What’s this?”

“Bitna, you use a dagger, right? Use this to clash with your original dagger and see if it survives. I’m off.”

Han Ga-eul steps on the window frame and disappears in an instant, just like when she arrived.

Yu Bit-na, staring at the empty space, pulls out the dagger Han Ga-eul left.

*Swoosh.*

“Wow.”

It was the first time she heard such a beautiful sound when the dagger left its sheath.

Yu Bit-na, staring at the dagger for a while, pulls out her own beloved dagger.

Remembering what Han Ga-eul said,

‘Clash it…?’

Yu Bit-na lightly touches the tip of her dagger to the one Han Ga-eul left.

*Tink.*

The dagger is cut off as if it were a cookie.

Suddenly, Yu Bit-na is left with a blunt dagger.

“Ah, what the heck…?”

Yu Bit-na, with her mouth wide open in shock, stares blankly at the dagger.

“What on earth is this?”

***

Inside a dark building with no electricity or light, a man in black priest robes is praying.

As he continues his prayer,

Blood drips down from the high cross, as if someone had answered his prayers.

“I fight for your justice. It is my mission to punish evil and purify the world. Those who die by my hand are all those who have defied your will.”

As the man finishes his prayer and lifts his head, his eyes meet the head and eyes of the person nailed to the cross.

The source of the blood was there.

“Ah, this too must be care. Grace upon grace, the truth of the lamb is fulfilled.”

The man raises his arms in ecstasy, then turns his body.

Inside the building, long chairs are lined up, filled with people who also lift their heads at the same time.

Then, one of the seated individuals approaches a man in priestly robes and bows his head.

“Branch Manager.”

“What is it, devout follower filled with spirit?”

“The offerings are being prepared without delay, but news from Randolf and Brunhilde has ceased, and what they were preparing has fallen through.”

The corner of the man’s mouth, who had been smiling broadly, twitches as if in a spasm.

“Was there no trace left?”

“Yes. It seems an expert has taken care of the cleanup.”

The man’s face contorts instantly.

It was hard to believe he was the same person filled with ecstasy just moments ago.

“That can’t be helped. I’ll inform the 3rd Branch Manager. Anything else?”

“This is just my personal opinion, but it seems highly likely that the Saint from Korea will interfere, just like last time.”

“That’s fine. We plan to lure the Saint from Korea to Canada and deal with her there.”

“Understood.”

The man bows deeply to the man in priestly robes and slowly rises.

At that moment.

Crash!

The building’s door is shattered, and thick smoke rises.

“Eheh, smell that blood. You guys are swarming like cockroaches, causing trouble again.”

The person who kicked the door open and entered was a girl with pink hair.

The emotionless faces of the people seated in chairs react and stand up.

“You guys really nailed the creepy concept. Why did you stick a severed head there?”

“Who are you? This is a sacred place. You must not cause trouble recklessly.”

The man slowly steps forward.

“Can’t you recognize your own mother, son?”

The eyes of the man in priestly robes slowly darken.

“Won’t you pray with us? So you can atone.”

“Ah, sure. Amitabha, Amitabha.”

Veins bulge on the forehead of the man in priestly robes.

It seems the opponent had specialized in getting under people’s skin.

“It seems education is needed. It’s time for God’s love.”

“That’s fine too. God’s love.”

Snap!

The pink-haired girl flicks her finger, and the ground shakes. A skeletal hand emerges and begins to crawl up.

Creak! Crack!

The man is startled by the horrifying sight.

“Who the hell are you…?”

Click.

The skeleton outside summons more skeletons, increasing their numbers exponentially.

Groan─

─Click, click.

“Whoo─ ta-da. The righteous K-Saint has arrived to defeat the villains.”