Solo Swordmaster

#Side Story 22. A trampled flower, blooming destiny (4)

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Platinum-colored hair that sparkles like the Milky Way in the soft moonlight that seeps through the window.

A thin neck that makes its fair skin stand out even in the dark, and long, slender arms reminiscent of a sculpture made of marble.

From the bulging breasts that stand out even more in contrast to the slim waist, to the thick thighs that extend below the graceful pelvis.

Its appearance is truly flawless.

It was a beautiful sight that even the goddess of beauty would be jealous of and the god of love would fall in love with at first sight.

And she knew it too.

How fascinating your body is.

No, I couldn’t know.

Because I have experienced being confessed to by men hundreds of times, and even from the trainees at the Sword Tower, I have often received lustful looks.

Although I’ve gotten used to it after living a long life, I still feel embarrassed and embarrassed at times, to the point where I want to avoid looking at it.

But at this moment.

Even though she was exposing her pale naked body in front of the man, she did not feel ashamed.

It wasn’t just that I was already used to it.

Even in the face of a woman’s body so perfect that even the gods could be mesmerized, her calm golden eyes showed no signs of lust or even a trace of agitation.

Above all, the fact that the owner of those gazes was Limon and no one else made her feel no shame.

Still, I couldn’t help being a little shy.

“Look back.”

“Yes, teacher.”

Whether you know that feeling or not.

When she turns around, following Limon’s calm instructions, what is revealed is her beautiful backside.

From the smooth back to the elastically arched buttocks, down to the slender calves and slender ankles.

In a way, I ended up looking at that pure white naked body that was more fascinating than my face.

He opened his mouth softly.

“As expected, it has become clearer.”

“is that so?”

“okay. “It’s been a while since I last saw you, so I know for sure.”

Like a snake coiling around its prey.

Or like vines covering a tree.

I sighed as I looked at the rose tattoo clearly engraved on her pure white skin from one thigh to her lower back.

Limon looked away.

“Now put it back on.”

“…Do you mind if I don’t look a little closer?”

“Anyway, nothing will change if you look at it more.”

Since it has already been confirmed, it is natural.

But why?

The teacher’s actions of calmly taking his eyes off his own naked body, which many men would risk their lives to see even a second more of, feels a bit disappointing.

Putting aside the questions she didn’t know the answer to, she put back on the nun’s clothes she had taken off.

And to Joan of Arc, who knelt down in front of her like that.

Limon asked softly.

“Are you still thinking the same thing?”

“As for whether to remove this tattoo, yes.”

“…think again.”

He let out a sigh, as if watching his daughter stubbornly refuse to erase a tattoo she got in her adolescence.

He had a serious expression.

“Don’t you know that that tattoo is a byproduct of some powerful magic?”

“….”

“Nothing has happened so far, but if that tattoo is some kind of curse, something might happen.”

After hearing that.

Joan of Arc closed her eyes.

Hundreds of years ago, when Limon first discovered this tattoo while washing her in a remote farmhouse.

After that day, Limon took her to the witches and temples of the 27 lineages of magic to investigate tattoos, but

there was no result.

Witches and priests, of course.

Even the gods couldn’t figure out the identity of the tattoo suddenly engraved on her.

Even the legendary great witch called the Sorcerer Queen could only confirm that it was a trace of some powerful magic.

In that sense.

Limon’s concerns were natural.

This tattoo was discovered after she had been pelted with dirt and stones while offering atonement in London.

Meanwhile, it was most likely the traces of a curse secretly placed by someone with malicious intent towards her.

This is especially true in that London is a magical center on a par with Jerusalem, and a dagger with a curse was actually used to fly there.

And just as the deeper the mystery, the stronger the magic, most curses become stronger the longer they are left unattended.

If the tattoo that had been on her body for hundreds of years was a curse, even a sword master could be dangerous.

In fact, just by looking at the light of dawn, which was several times clearer than at first, it was clear that it was not rain.

“Thank you for your consideration, but I’m fine. teacher.”

But even though I knew that.

Joan of Arc did not change her mind.

He just smiled calmly while stroking his tattooed thigh.

“Even if this is a curse, it is just a price I have to pay.”

“….”

“More than anything, I think this tattoo is proof that I changed my destiny.”

This tattoo won’t harm you.

There is no proper basis.

Without any rational logic.

Just the sword master’s intuition.

Therefore, Limon, who was looking at his student who was even more stubborn than he could deny, eventually nodded with a sigh.

“If that’s what you believe, then do whatever you want.”

“I’m sorry for being stubborn, teacher.”

“done. “Rather, I’m just sorry that I acted so foolishly.”

“It can’t be. “I’m just grateful that you care about me like this.”

She is already hundreds of years old.

He is a full-fledged immortal who has already accumulated all kinds of experiences.

No matter how much she was a teacher, she said that it was her fault to unilaterally try to change her own decision.

While Joan of Arc was at a loss after hearing what he said calmly.

As if something suddenly occurred to me.

He opened his mouth softly.

“He didn’t come this time either.”

“Yes, I did send you a message, but…”

“You don’t have to tell me. Vlad, I would have been even more surprised if that bastard had suddenly come to his senses.”

After shaking my head slightly.

Limon raised his drink again.

Then he poured himself a drink and spoke in a lamentable tone.

“You seem like such an ugly guy that you still don’t realize that it’s actually a sin to cling to the wife and children who left before you.”

“…I’m sorry teacher, but I understand junior.”

“okay?”

“yes.”

Grrr.

Perhaps it was because it reminded me of a priest who had been secluded in his castle for hundreds of years and lived like a living corpse.

Joan of Arc, with a lonely expression on her face, politely lifted the bottle with both hands and filled his empty glass and spoke softly.

“When you lose what is most precious to you, it makes you want to go crazy.”

“….”

The distant past.

Betrayed by the country.

I lost everything and went crazy.

After looking at his student blankly, he had to give up the country he loved so madly in order to give up his madness.

Limon asked softly.

“So you warned Billy in advance like you did when you threatened Vlad?”

“It’s my role as a senior to lead my juniors so they don’t go astray.”

Limon asked calmly, as if he knew what she said quietly, aiming for a time when she was alone with Billy so that no one could hear.

Joan of Arc also smiled and answered as if she knew he knew.

And listening to her say that.

Limon said heavily.

“Don’t do that again.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I’m saying is, stop calling yourself a villain by making false threats to your brother-in-law.”

About hundreds of years ago.

When Vlad lost his wife and child.

Even though he prayed for their souls to rest at the funeral, he said that if they were forced to bring them back to life, he would cut them down again.

By smiling and threatening, he prevented Vlad from having wild ideas, but instead, he became an object of hatred for the priest.

To the teacher who laments that he made him avoid running repairs for years by saying that if he cut something he shouldn’t, even in his sleep, he would never be able to take a nap for the rest of his life.

Joan of Arc asked softly.

“Teacher, do you think the warning I gave to my juniors was a lie?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Even if Surya was sincere, Billy and Vlad were not so clumsy as to be fooled by their bravado.

She asks why he thinks he made false threats to them that he had no intention of actually committing.

Limon said calmly.

“―Because there is no way you can disappoint me.”

“….”

“Isn’t that right, Jan?”

If Joan of Arc really carries out her threat, she will be more disappointed than if the other disciples had an accident.

She knows that fact better than anyone else, so she can’t do that.

The disciple, who was silent as he watched his teacher speak as if it was so obvious, only opened his mouth after a long time.

“That’s a little too much.”

“Why?”

“If you ask that question, there are only so many answers I can give.”

slowly.

She stretched out her hands.

Then, he gently wrapped one of Limon’s hands and pulled him towards him, then looked at the back of his hand and spoke softly.

“As long as I don’t forget why you got this scar on your hand.”

Joan of Arc closed her eyes as she kissed the small but very clear scar that stretched from the back of her hand to the palm, which would have been perfect without a single flaw.

Into madness.

Cutting down a close friend.

By committing massacres.

Although I disappointed him.

Of course, he took on all responsibility and risked lasting scars for his poor student.

After abandoning the country and having nowhere else to go, he gave himself a new home called Geomtap.

From the beginning, there was no option for her to once again disappoint her teacher, whom she admired and admired so much.

Even if I commit a sin so serious that my juniors want to tear me to death.

…It might be a different story if they disappoint Limon more than themselves.

“Hmm, I’m glad that’s the case.”

Is it because I felt her sincerity?

I calmly agreed, but calmed my voice for a moment as if I was having some trouble.

After a short silence.

He opened his mouth.

“glass.”

“Yes, teacher.”

“It’s reaching.”

“…yes?”

Joan of Arc tilted her head.

What on earth is reaching you?

And why is he ignoring me and why can I feel the agitation that he cannot hide in his always calm voice?

Because I couldn’t understand.

“Ah…”

But after a while.

She realized it naturally.

The pressure you feel on your own plump skin.

And Limon’s hand got too close because he hugged it too deeply in order to feel the warmth a little more clearly.

Slap!

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. teacher.”

“No, I don’t even have anything to apologize for…”

What does it mean to be sorry?

Limone sighed, still turning his eyes to his student, who had let go of his hand in a hurry while saying something he didn’t even know.

“It’s okay to say this after I said a little while ago that I wouldn’t be rude, but… “Be more careful about how you behave, even in front of me.”

“Your demeanor?”

“Before you are a disciple, you are also a woman.”

Limon makes the obvious statement that men and women should be treated differently, no matter how between a teacher and a student.

But why?

That obvious statement sounds new.

Moreover, the teacher’s gaze, which was still not making eye contact as if he was embarrassed, and the slightly reddened earlobes caught my eye strangely clearly…

Suddenly.

She realized.

Just as she was a woman before she was a disciple.

Before he was a teacher, he was a man.

And the fact that Limon did not show even the slightest lust after seeing her naked body was not due to indifference, but was simply the result of suppressing it as a teacher.

In other words, that means….

The moment when he and she realized that before they were teacher and student, they were also one man and one woman.

“yes. “I’ll be careful, sir.”

I’m excited.

My heart is pounding.

My face feels hot.

The back of my neck gets hot.

My mind feels dizzy.

Something I’ve felt occasionally over the past hundreds of years.

However, after drinking a lot of hard liquor that shakes my mind and body more deeply and intensely than ever before, I bow my head in a strange sensation that feels more like intoxication.

She thought.

This is just love.

It is natural for a disciple to respect and love his teacher, so it is by no means an evil feeling.

Therefore, he will continue to stay by his side as his best disciple, lead his juniors, and protect the world with him to change fate.

Sword-painted Joan of Arc composed herself.

…and the fact that the more times I recite it to myself, the more red my face becomes.

Without even knowing that his tattoo was emitting a deeper glow.