Academy’s Genius Swordsman

[Translator – Peptobismol]

“What are you two doing here? You look pathetic.”

“R-Ronan…!”

Aselle cried, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks. Ronan’s appearance, cutting through the giants of light, was as dramatic as the dawn breaking over the mountains.

“You’re safe.”

Another familiar figure emerged. Shullifen, maintaining his usual dignified demeanor, had also survived. Aselle buried his face in Orsay’s neck, sobbing loudly.

“Shullifen…! Thank goodness

Both of them looked worse for wear. Their bodies were covered in blood and wounds, evidence of their harrowing ordeal. Orsay, who had been silent, finally spoke.

I thought you were dead.】