Isekai No Gakusei: Students From Another World
Like His Own Child

"You must've thought about it just now, huh?" Ronald appeared beside Darren as if he could read minds.

Darren nodded. Perhaps he will dig up some information and hope to get enough to make a small conclusion.

"Yes. I was just a little curious" he said.

Ronald folded his hands with a smile. From his face, he seemed to have been waiting for Darren to ask this. He leaned against a cabinet and folded his hands.

"Actually, what is missing is not just the weapon," he said. "Even some adventurers are missing. They were all lost in the same one quest."

"M-disappeared?" Darren surprised. It turns out that something really bad happened here. "About that quest, can you explain it in more detail?"

Ronald could feel Darren's interest in this topic. He was happy to say everything he knew.

"The past few days, undead activity around the city has increased significantly. The government is also worried that this will lead to breaking into the neighborhood of the citizens. So finally issued a quest for adventurers to hunt the undead," he explained.

Darren nodded as Ronald continued his explanation.

"Some regions have been designated as the source points of the emergence of the undead. But, there was one very mysterious point."

Darren looked more and more seriously. Ronald continued his conversation.

"The location is located near an abandoned military facility. More precisely, there is a small patrol post that is usually used by police officers to rest in the middle of the patrol. That's where it all started" Ronald said. "Some adventurers went to that place with the intention of wiping out the undead. In fact, those who perished in that place. Not just one, but there's already a lot of victims."

"But, there are adventurers who made it back, right?" Darren. "What is their testimony?"

"less clear. Some claimed that they met a child undead, and without them realizing they had been in a precarious situation."

"important? How's it?"

"As if entangled in an illusion, when they woke up, they were being surrounded by hundreds of other undead."

"So like a trap?"

"Maybe."

Darren rubbed his chin with a clear look indicating that he had deduced something inside his head.

"What does that mean.." he said, "that little undead may have some sense?"

Everyone knew that undead were creatures that acted through their wild instincts. Like wild beasts, they relied on their instincts to survive. Even so, their intelligence level was almost zero. Lower than wild animals such as wolves or dogs. So, hearing that there was an undead that could set up such a trap, it felt a little bit awkward.

Ronald responded to Darren's conclusion with a surprised face. "Could it be?" Although surprised, his flamboyant tone still sounded thick. "If your conclusion is correct, then there is a high chance that the undead is a lich. But the description given by the adventurers was more towards the features of a zombie."

"Does that mean the zombies have any sense?"

"It shouldn't."

Zombies do not usually have signs of high intelligence. Unlike the Lich which is a skeletal skeleton that is still shrouded in a dim soul, zombies are just lifeless bodies that are completely devoid of soul, sense, or mind.

Zombies do not have the ability to control themselves. They had no definite stance and were always driven by a great blood lust. There is almost no case that zombies have independent thinking and the ability to set such a strategy.

Hearing something like that was certainly new to them. Not only that, they are now faced with a threat that may be more dangerous than that.

"The chances are there are two. First, like you said, maybe the zombies have some sense. If so, it means that there is an evolution happening to the zombies," Ronald said.

"The second one?" Darren tilted his face.

"Secondly, it is possible that there is a figure controlling them from behind the shadows."

After all, the first possibility sounded like a wild guess. Such an event is almost never and impossible to happen. On the other hand, the second possibility sounds more reasonable.

But apparently, Ronald himself is still somewhat suspicious of the possibility of the number two. "But, in order to control that many zombies, can't it only be done by creatures with high strength?"

Is correct. Handling undead is not easy. Not just anyone can do it. In fact, among humans, having the ability to control undead was a rare thing.

Darren had seen this ability in the past. The first time he faced Serina for the first time, and the second time during the attack of the Dark Demon King in Vertrag. In fact, the two events were both caused by the abilities of monsters like succubus and elder lich.

"So, is it possible that the Demon King is the one who prepared all this?" Inner Darren.

"From your face, you seem to know something." Suddenly Ronald said.

"Ah, no! I'm just thinking about the same thing as you" Darren said, wide-eyed.

"Yes, yeah. After all, you're just a rookie adventurer who doesn't know anything." Ronald laughed a little. But his words just now seemed to have another meaning. The sarcasm?

Soon, Rezkya returned with a sword in her hand.

"I just have this." He placed the grayish-black sword in front of them.

Darren grabbed the sword and took it. When lifted, he barely felt any weight in the sword. It felt light to the point that it felt like it was not made of metal.

Its shape was curved with a sharp dull sword eye on one side. The handle is made of wood wrapped in a thin fabric— is not too comfortable to hold. And most striking is that some parts do not look perfectly forged.

"It's actually an old sword" Rezkya said with a sigh, "but this is all I have according to your criteria. Maybe you better pick another weapon."

Darren put the sword into the sheath on his waist.

"alright. I'll take this."

"Eh, seriously?" Rezkya looked shocked. "This is an old sword. The first sword I made. The shape is not good at all. Not even sold."

It is true that. But Darren's initial goal is to buy a new sword just to hide his true abilities. He could already imagine how "ordinary" he looked with this old sword.

After all, he had once imagined the shocked faces of people when he saw his true abilities while using this sword.

"Pretending to be weak, when the original is Lowest."

He only smiled when he saw Darren gently put the sword into its sheath.

"What's wrong with you, Rezkya?" Ronald looked at Rezkya's happy gaze.

"It's okay. I'm thrilled. But it feels heavy to let go of something I've been grooming for a long time" Rezkya replied.

Ronald patted her shoulder while laughing. "It's just a sword. What if you had to let go of your real son? Haha."

"It's like my son knows!"

Ronald pulled his arm back and looked at Darren with his sword. "That's life. We may live long and think the future is far away. But, all must have passed so quickly when we realized it."

"People say, we won't realize how valuable something is until it's gone. But in fact, we always know that it is valuable. We just never thought we would lose him" he said again, in a poetic tone.

Rezkya smiled slightly with an impressed look. "You sound like a benevolent old ascetic."

"I'm just quoting it from the novel."

"Damn."

Rezkya turned around and tidied the swords scattered over the cabinet. When he was about to take out a silver sword, suddenly his hand slipped. Clontang! The sword fell to the floor.

Then all the gazes immediately turned to Rezkya.

"Rezkya-san, are you okay?" Darren approached him immediately.

Rezkya nodded. "It's okay. Just accidentally fell out of hand."

"Other times be more careful dong" chirped Ronald.

"Yes, yeah. His name was unintentional."

He bowed and picked up the silver sword. The sword glittered like glass. He could even see the reflection of his own face on it. This proves that the sword is made of pure silver.

When he picked it up, he remembered that this sword was the silver sword his father had forged long ago. How old is he? With the elf's long age, it was possible that this sword was hundreds of years old.

He raised the sword as high as his face. Only then did he realize that there was a small stain attached to his metal eyes.

"I'll have to clean this up later—"

"Rezkya-san, so how much does it cost?" Suddenly Darren called out to him.

Rezkya turned her gaze away from the sword in front of her.

"Ah, just take it. You don't have to pay for it" he said.

"Eh? No. gabe. I can't take this for nothing."

Rezkya touched Darren's shoulder. His eyes looked at Darren warmly. This was the gaze of a father who handed his daughter into the hands of the groom.

"I'm handing it to you" he said. "Please, take good care of him."

Although it was only a sword, but the feeling that Rezkya poured into it was very meaningful.

"Thank you, Rezkya-san."

"Huwee, I'm so moved!" Ronald jumped into their midst.

He then took out his notebook and began to write while shedding tears. No one knows if he intended to mock or indeed really consider this as a heartwarming story that is suitable for his novel.

"The story of a father who parted with his daughter. Absolutely brilliant! Just writing it made me shed tears. It's just, I'll codify it to be more human."

Rezkya. "What do you mean 'more human'?"

"Of course, by removing the delusion that the father had to consider a metal plate as his daughter."

"S-Damn you!"

Darren quickly separated the two of them when he saw Rezkya about to raise the sword in his hand.

Rezkya doesn't look satisfied if he hasn't hit Ronald. But he did not want to make son-in-law— mean, his new customer left a bad impression about him.

"Huffs... If your business here is done, hurry home, "he said, glancing at Ronald.

"alright. Goodbye, her father is sword-chan."

"I'll kick you!"

Ronald pulled Darren's arm and walked towards the door. While Rezkya turned around and looked back at the silver sword.

The light from the entrance hit the silver surface, reflecting the light until it dazzled Rezkya's eyes. But there, he saw something strange.

That reflection of light displayed the silhouette of someone walking out of the door.

"Only one?"

He immediately turned around and saw Darren had walked missing out of the door. Something felt awkward to him. But he immediately ignored it.

"Maybe I'm just delirious because I'm happy."

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