Solo Swordmaster

Episode #214. Tartarus.

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The strongest of the seven dragons is Princess Geumryong.

Likewise, the most threatening enemy was always the Black Dragon Princess, and the most troublesome and persistent opponent was the Blue Dragon Princess.

Also, if the green dragon princess was the hardest to kill, the red dragon princess was the most tiring to deal with, and the silver dragon princess was the most reluctant person to associate with.

But if you ask me who is the hardest to catch?

Limon could be assertive.

It’s called the White Dragon Princess.

It wasn’t an easy task to play hide and seek against the White Dragon clan, who were unrivaled in detecting a crisis as much as they had foresight.

Just looking at the history of running away from Limon for hundreds of years, that fact was obvious.

‘What kind of joke is this?’

So it was.

After hearing the news that Ainsha was missing, Limon thought of that.

But even Limon had to admit that the news was no joke.

“You haven’t come back since you went to the Muse’s temple?”

“yes.”

“Have you completely lost contact?”

“That’s right.”

Limon frowned.

After entrusting Ainsha with the investigation of the Muse saint, the source of the Violin of Darkness.

It’s already been a few days since I heard that Ainsha went directly to the temple to negotiate with the Muse Church, who did not cooperate,

but there was no contact after that.

Only then could it really be called ‘missing’.

“Then why are you so calm?”

“It is because Tata saw your wisdom in bringing the princess safely.”

“…Then it’s not a disappearance, is it?”

“It’s the future, anyway, I don’t know where you are now and I can’t contact you. So, you are missing.”

A woman dressed in sky-blue clothes confidently answered her question.

Looking at Tata, who is also the elder of the White Dragon Clan and Ainsha’s attendant and nanny, Limon shook his head.

‘This is why the White Dragon Clan.’

If it were another clan, there would have been an uproar less than a day after the princess disappeared.

It was astonishing.

But it was also fortunate.

If Ainsha had seen the wrong prediction, the white dragon clan would have already invaded the Muse’s temple and caused a massacre.

“Anyway, according to your foreknowledge, are you saying that you contacted me because I was the one who found and brought back your idiot princess who went missing?”

“That’s right.”

“What do they say at the temple of the Ttsk Muse?”

Even as he clicked his tongue, Limon checked for clues that could infer Ainsha’s whereabouts.

It was only a visit to the temple, but if he suddenly lost contact during that time, it was clear that something was wrong.

“They said they did not know the whereabouts of the princess after her visit.”

“and?”

“That’s it.”

“…Didn’t you do a more detailed investigation?”

“of course.”

Limon would find Ainsha and bring him anyway, so why would there be a need to investigate something like that?

Looking at Tata who answered boldly, Limon was silent, and Yuna-kyung muttered with a bewildered face.

[I’ve felt this before, but the White Dragon Clan’s way of thinking is really fantastic…]

‘This isn’t fantastic, it’s just stupid.’

For a while, I wondered if I was going missing or if I had to get rid of everything and go back.

Limon finally opened his mouth with a sigh.

“Then we must first look for it in the temple of the muse.”

When Limon, who regrets entrusting the investigation to Ainsha, but decides to find her anyway, turns around.

A basket was thrust out in front of him.

“…what is this?”

“This is Tata’s homemade crembo. As a bonus, I also added milk tea and lemon water.”

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“Since you have been missing for several days, the princess must have made a poor meal. So please tell me when you meet.”

“….”

[….]

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In the heart of Jerusalem.

In the temple of the muse that stood tall there, a beautiful woman was suffering from a headache.

‘What should I do with this?’

Lact let out a sigh.

Contrary to her appearance, she is in her 70s. Based on sufficient experience, he was a high priest who skillfully led the Muse Temple.

But this time, even she couldn’t find a solution easily.

“Muse, please take care of your followers.”

In the end, Rakht tried to overcome this difficulty by praying to God like a priest.

But after a while.

Soon she had no choice but to get out of prayer.

“This rude…! Kuck!”

“Yes, this bastard is not afraid of the punishment!”

“for a moment! Quit the conversation!”

Suddenly, the temple became noisy, and Rakht, who heard loud screams from outside, raised his twin wicks at once.

‘Are you a heretic?’

In fact, such an uproar was not uncommon in the Holy League.

Religious conflicts were common in Jerusalem, where news of gods fighting often came out because it was so sacred.

But that also depends on the church.

Such a riot at the temple of the Muse, which is also popular in the Holy League.

Rakht was furious at something that hadn’t happened in about ten years.

That’s why she screamed as soon as she saw the man who had entered the prayer room kicking the door with her foot.

bang!

“Tsk, these damn bastards. Anyway, when it comes to God’s will or whatever, it’s the same as it was then and now.”

“this guy! Who are you to be in the temple of the sacred muse!”

But next moment.

Rakht was startled.

It was because she, born in the age of heroes, could recognize the intruder at once.

“Lee Limon Aspelder?!”

Gray hair, scars around her eyes, and even a sword at her waist.

A man with a distinctive appearance that cannot be recognized without knowing.

Limon didn’t panic even when he saw Rakht, who was frightened as if he had seen a ghost.

He just strode forward, stopped in front of her, tilted his head, and opened his mouth in a touchy manner.

“Is it you?”

“no!”

“…You know what I’m asking and say no?”

“Anyway not! Our Muse Church is a clean and moral religion that has been notarized by the Taoist Federation! I don’t offer live sacrifices, I don’t do adultery and drugs!”

John came out inadvertently.

It was embarrassing for a high priest who was already over seventy years old, but it was inevitable.

The opponent is an old monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years.

Especially since Rakht was still a young apprentice priest, it was a generation that grew up saying that the swordsmith would come and kill all the crying children and the corrupt church.

Seeing the reaction he hadn’t seen in a long time, Limon frowned and asked again.

“Isn’t that the last time Ainsha met you?”

“…Why do you ask about the White Dragon Princess?”

Even in the midst of panic, Rakht instinctively showed vigilance.

There was no way that she, who knew Limon’s old notoriety, would not know about his bad relationship with the Seven Dragons.

Limon said coldly to her.

“It’s been a while. Yes or No Answer in one of two ways. right or not?”

“That’s…”

Lact causes a pupil earthquake over a sword fight in front of the princess of the White Dragon clan, one of the biggest supporters of the Muse Church.

Limon made her choice a little easier.

“Shall we ask your god directly?”

“Yes, that’s right! Last time I saw you! So please look at our Goddess!”

That moment.

Rakht immediately knelt down and prayed.

It wasn’t just that he was frightened by the threat.

It was because the moment Limon said that, he saw that the statue of the muse he had been praying for began to tremble.

In fact, what happened to the god and the corrupt church that had reached out to Limon in the past.

Even though humans forgot, the gods clearly remembered.

Thanks to Rakht’s voluntary cooperation, Limon was able to easily get answers to his questions.

“You really don’t know where the foolish princess went?”

“I can swear to the goddess!”

“Hmm?”

Limon averted his eyes slightly.

And instead of nodding his head, he looked at the Muse’s identity, who was vigorously bobbing back and forth as if an earthquake had struck, and asked again.

“Then let’s ask something else. Why did you avoid giving an extreme answer about the saint of the muse?”

“That’s actually because we don’t have a record either.”

“Not an ordinary priest, but lost the records of a saint? Are you kidding me right now?”

Limon at a loss.

Looking at him, Rakht was ashamed but desperately made an excuse.

“Really! Of course, I checked the records room of our temple directly to the White Dragon Princess, but she couldn’t find any records.”

“…Ainsha confirmed it himself?”

Limon narrowed his eyes.

Despite their decline compared to the Silver Age, the position of saints in each religion was by no means light.

Being a saint was, in itself, an existence that was tantamount to being a representative of God.

The fact that there is no record of such a saint was more bizarre than that the entire history of a country’s king was erased.

why did that happen

After thinking about it for a while, Limon decided to solve the situation with reasoning.

Chaeeng!

“Kyaaak?!”

Whether Rakht made a fainting expression or not.

Limon, who took out his sword abruptly, took a stride and attached the blade to the god statue.

“Even if the records were lost, the memory of God would not have disappeared. More so if it is a memory of a saint who received his blessing.”

Limon smiled coldly as he looked at the statue that had hardened like a statue.

“how is it? Shall I cut this and see if I can kill you? Or are you just blowing lightly?”

Whether it’s about adults.

No matter where you say Ainsha is.

If you don’t say anything, you’ll die.

Even the Demon God shuddered for a while when he saw Limon talking while pointing at the blade he had cut down.

The new statue of the muse eventually responded by writing down a few letters with shed tears of blood.

【Τάρταρος】

“Tartaros?”

The moment I saw that letter.

Limon frowned involuntarily.

It wasn’t because I didn’t know why the statue of the muse suddenly mentioned the Greek myth of the underworld, but on the contrary, it was because I knew the meaning too well.

“…A stupid princess is in the garbage dump of the Holy Alliance impersonating the Catacomb?”

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“You’re saying that the Swordsman went straight to the Holy League.”

“That’s right.”

“Good work Chao.”

“No, I just did what I had to do.”

Leviathan top floor.

Li Qingyu, who was handling paperwork as always in the penthouse, smiled and said to Wei Ling after the report.

“Then, just go back today. There must have been a lot of things being pushed back by the Guardian, but I should rest for a day or so.”

“…Thank you for your consideration.”

Are you impressed with the care?

Or did he become depressed over the overtime hell that would begin again?

Wei Ling answered with a subdued voice and disappeared as if melting into the shadows.

For some reason, I stared blankly at the empty seat she had disappeared for a while. Li Qingyu sighed lightly and went back to paperwork.

no i was trying to get in.

Seruk.

That is, if the air around her hadn’t been pointed at her neck by a knife that had suddenly risen out of nowhere at the moment when it felt like it was slightly shaking.

“It’s disrespectful not to be like you to say that it’s a sword at all.”

It’s a situation where even the most daring masters would be frightened.

Li Qingyu was not surprised.

No, rather, as if welcoming a welcome guest, he smiled and raised his head.

Then, he suddenly appeared out of space and called out the name of the other person while facing the person who put the sword to his throat.

“rose.”