Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 215 (Part 2):
Everyone’s eyes turned to Helmut and Leon standing face-to-face.
Neither had drawn their swords yet. Helmut brought his hand to his waist.
The sword hilt fit perfectly into his hand. He had already wielded this sword countless times, cutting down enemies.
For Helmut, not cutting properly with a real sword was more unusual.
“You may use Vis, but do not exceed its use beyond physical enhancement.”
Instructor Alan set detailed conditions. Both nodded.
“Understood.”
‘Let’s get started.’
Leon grasped his sword and twitched his fingertips. An inexplicable sense of urgency surged.
Meanwhile, Helmut remained composed. He wasn’t interested in what Leon was thinking.
The outcome was already determined.
Helmut took a deep breath. Instructor Alan raised his hand to signal the start.
“Begin!”
At the shout, his hand came down sharply.
Simultaneously, Helmut moved. His movement was so smooth, it was as if he was not hindered by air resistance.
Leon’s sword was drawn too. But his sword did nothing.
Whoosh! A sharp sound and a flash of light appeared before his eyes.
Light first, sound second.
A white trajectory cut through the air. Leon saw the trajectory.
But by the time he recognized it, everything was over. It was as if an invisible light had pierced through his entire body.
His vision was blocked. By a very thin, sharp light.
Leon realized what had stopped in front of him. It was the tip of a sword emitting a sharp light.
A sword stopped just a hair’s breadth away from his eyes! As if it could pierce them at any moment!
Leon’s sword couldn’t even move toward the air.
His mouth froze. His legs trembled. A momentary fear engulfed him. A murderous intent that triggered it.
The gates of death had opened their jaws right before him. Leon realized it.
‘He really intended to kill me.’
The killing intent was that of an unfeeling sword. A sword has no heart. Helmut’s killing intent contained no hesitation.
The only reason he stopped was because it was against the rules to kill.
And because the instructors were watching.
His body was covered in goosebumps. It was as if he had witnessed the true nature of someone who had committed countless murders, seeing his inhuman coldness.
Although Leon was the top fourth-year student in the swordsmanship department of Greta Academy, he lacked real combat experience.
The killing intent that could be found only in battlefield knights overwhelmed him in an instant.
‘Wh…What kind of guy is he?!’
It felt like he had touched something he shouldn’t have.
It was as if he had glimpsed the fangs of a beast hidden in a human face.
Looking at Leon’s pale face, Helmut asked expressionlessly.
“Shall we go again?”
But there was no answer.
“Let’s do it one more time.”
Helmut changed his tone. He slightly regretted it.
It ended too quickly.
His goal was to make him covered in wounds. What he did wasn’t enough as a threat.
Unconsciously, he had completely immersed himself and drawn his sword. He hadn’t intended to show that he could finish someone like Leon with a single strike.
The sword drawn with full power stopped just before piercing him.
Stopping was more surprising. Helmut had allowed his murderous instinct to take over.
He didn’t consider the instructors or professors watching at all.
Immersion in the sword invites killing. Helmut knew that was the latent savagery within him.
He couldn’t definitively say it was the influence of the Seed of Darkness.
However, a tiny bit of consciousness had stopped him. Helmut let out a sigh of relief.
‘Have I become human enough to control my instincts?’
If so, that’s fortunate. Perhaps because he was holding a real sword. He had been so immersed that he had lost control momentarily.
His intense and combat-driven real-life experience had pulled him in.
It was as if it had already become a part of him. To eliminate the enemy most efficiently and quickly. Thus, leading to uncontrollable directions.
“We should stop here.”
Instructor Alan intervened. Leon, his face pale, stormed off the field.
Unable to bear the humiliation that hit him late.
Professor Luxen, standing beside, tilted his head.
‘Something is strange. That boy.’
His exam papers were impressive. That’s why he had taken notice of him.
But aside from that, something felt different about him from other boys.
It was as if some part of him, as a human, was missing.
And because of that, some other aspect was sharply honed.
‘Extraordinary talent sometimes makes a person inhuman. But…’
There was something peculiar about Helmut. That peculiarity piqued the mage’s curiosity.
Professor Luxen’s eyes glimmered.
‘I need to keep an eye on him.’
Nils and Charlotte, who had been watching with admiration, took their positions for their turn at dueling.
Helmut loosened his nerves and sat down to one side.
Instructor Patricia approached and spoke.
“Excellent. It seems you have grown further.”
Clearly, Helmut was in a realm that Instructor Patricia couldn’t measure.
But an instructor’s eyes could see beyond realms.
Helmut nodded.
“Yes.”
“Can we expect you to win the upcoming swordsmanship tournament? Don’t hold too much against Leon. He must have realized by now.”
Why the instructors treated Helmut differently was clear. Helmut replied curtly,
“I won’t.”
No need to resent him. He was insignificant, simply weak. That’s how the weak are.
A cutting contempt seeped through his thoughts, and he felt a keen murderous intent.
He was startled. It felt strange. It was as if an invisible force was affecting him. Was it because he was heading to Renosa?
He looked down at his own hand. Strong and steady. It seemed unable to detect any anomaly.
The following duel match ended with Nils’ victory.