Solo Swordmaster

Episode #220. This is the secret of the violin.

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Filth.

The moment you lightly bite into your mouth.

The chocolate covering the surface crumbles to reveal a pure white marshmallow.

The two sweet textures, slightly hard chocolate and soft marshmallow, entangled on the tip of the tongue and melted sweetly.

And when you drink warm milk tea, the sweetness left in your mouth travels down your throat and warms you up.

“As expected, Tata’s crembo is delicious. It is a cultural property.”

A white-haired girl who opened her mouth as if she was going to live a little longer only after she finished drinking tea.

Looking at Ainsha, Limon nodded.

“It’s worth it to see you eating deliciously.”

“If it’s okay, you can also have a drink. This is a reward for bringing Tata’s crembo. One… no. I’ll give you two.”

Because it’s Limon, it seems like he’s conceding.

Limon laughed as he watched Ainsha take out two crembos from the basket and stick them out while gulping down his saliva.

“Now that I’m done, you want to eat a lot.”

Ainsha, not knowing that there would be people who would refuse Tata’s crembo, blinked expressionlessly.

Then, as if in agony, he moved his eyes back and forth, then spoke again.

“Tata’s crembo is really good. You will regret it if you don’t eat it. Try one.”

“Hmm?”

Maybe because of Ainsha’s sincerity.

Limon poked his head out and snapped the crembo she was holding in his fingers.

And I shook my head.

“I see… I thought it would be just sweet, but the bitterness of the chocolate and the cream strike a good balance.”

It’s definitely something to be proud of.

Ainsha couldn’t say anything even while watching Limon calmly express his sentiments.

He blinked blankly at Limon’s lips and his own fingers, then blushed.

Instead, it was Yuna-gyeong with a very shy expression who opened her beak.

[…Chief, is it intentional?]

“What do you mean?”

[Wow, old man Lee is doing something outrageous as if he were eating candy from the kids because he

might not be old.

Limon brushed it off, thinking it was just an ordinary joke anyway, and looked back at Ainsha and asked casually.

“If you have adequately filled your stomach, can you explain a little bit?”

“I don’t know either. Krembo’s recipe is Tata’s secret.”

“…I’m asking why you’re here.”

“That would be easy.”

Ainsha nodded.

Then he got up from the mat he had spread out on the floor and turned around.

“You are following me. I will explain as we go.”

a while after that.

As she led the way down the dark passageway, holding a lamp in one hand, Ainsha briefly explained the circumstances that had brought her to Tartarus.

“I did some research on the adult who made Lee’s violin. I have also been to the Temple of the Muse. However, there were no data on adults.”

“I heard about that too.”

“It’s strange. It’s something that shouldn’t happen in the first place.”

It is not only the temple of the muse that there is no record.

Even in the archives of the White Dragon Clan, which had detailed records of each god and church, there was no data on the saints of the Muse.

As if someone had erased all the records that existed in the world.

And as far as Ainsha knew, there was only one being that could do such a magical thing.

“You mean God intervened directly?”

“Nine times out of ten.”

“Hmm, then it must have been the muse. At least I would have condoned it.”

Limon shook his head.

Unless it was a god who could directly manipulate providence, erasing the records of the White Dragon Clan was a difficult task even for adults and archwitches.

One problem.

Why did the muse have to erase the record of her saint?

“To find out why, I searched the archives of the Muse Church. And I found a suspicious record.”

“A suspicious record?”

“This is a record of the Muse Church hiding something in Tartarus.”

Of course, that in itself was not unusual.

As Limon said it was the garbage dump of the Holy League, Tartarus was a place where all kinds of curses and shames of each church were pierced.

But what if the Church of the Muse’s use of Tartarus coincided with the disappearance of saint records?

It became suspicious enough.

“So you’re saying you came here straight from the Muse Temple to check it out?”

“you’re right.”

“But did you touch something wrong and the demons popped out so that even if you wanted to get out again, you couldn’t come out?”

Limon shook his head.

Because of that, I was able to knock it down easily.

Each of the six demons had power comparable to that of a demigod or demi-god.

Moreover, because of the curse of Tartarus, even if killed, Ain’shara would have been bound for several days.

“It’s only half and half right.”

“Why are you half half?”

“I didn’t touch anything. innocent. You are a one-sided victim.”

“…I didn’t touch a trap or provoke a curse, but six ancient demons popped out in a row?”

“That’s right. It’s a special day.”

Limon made a strange expression.

No matter how much this place is Tartarus, it’s not that demons are overflowing.

Most of them were demons who had fallen in the battle with the dragon or had not been resurrected after being cut to pieces by Limon who had come to catch the fallen god.

That’s why it was obviously bizarre that six powerful demons came out like before.

‘Is it because of the dragon lineage?’

The least suspicious speculation is that Ainsha’s existence itself stimulated the curse of Tartarus.

Considering that Tartarus was a fortress to face the dragon, and it was the dragon that sent the demons, who were originally gods, to the goal, it was understandable that they rushed frantically.

Ainsha nodded and added a word to Limon who nodded.

“And it’s not like I couldn’t get out. It didn’t go out.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I know when I see it.”

It was in front of a certain door that Ainsha stopped walking along with her blunt words.

Ainsha opened the door, which was supposed to have been sealed with a pattern symbolizing the muse, but now the seal had been ripped off.

And the moment I looked inside the door.

Limon narrowed his eyes.

“…indeed.”

A strange room, like a library, filled with bookshelves on all sides.

There, while looking at books and scrolls, Limon nodded as he saw several members of the White Dragon clan politely greeting Ainsha.

It was natural that they were there.

There was no way she, the White Dragon Princess, would travel alone without a minimum escort and attendant.

What mattered was the document they were checking.

“Are the records of the missing saints hidden here? You haven’t been able to come out of Tartarus because you’ve been investigating that?”

“That’s right. It was very difficult.”

Ainsha nodded her head expressionlessly.

Based on the records of the Muse Church, it was not difficult to find this sealed secret room.

The problem was too much data and demons.

Because the six demons continued to attack, Ainsha had to personally step in and repel them several times.

“Still, Li came and saw the demon catching the devil. So, I persevered and continued the investigation.”

“That must have been a lot of trouble.”

Looking at Ainsha proudly speaking with her whole body to praise her because she worked so hard, she nodded for a while.

Limon asked suddenly.

“Then why didn’t you go out and call support? If I brought only the Shinryongdae, I would have been able to defeat the demons without having to wait for me.”

“…!”

“… I’ll understand even if I don’t hear it.”

It seems that the future was not foreseen.

Limon sighed as he saw Ainsha, whose pupils were shaking with an expressionless face.

‘In the end, the White Dragon clan became the White Dragon clan.’

There was no problem with Wisdom, so the attendants didn’t even call for support as soon as they said that Princess Ainsha or Princess, who had suffered through hardships, ordered them.

Limon asked casually, looking at them with salty eyes, befitting of the White Dragon clan.

“So what did you find out?”

“…Of course there is.”

It’s been a while since I’ve been in the middle of a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.

In the end, Ainsha, who decided to wash her shame with her achievements, held out her hand.

Then, after accepting the parchment scroll from a member of the White Dragon clan, he continued his conversation as he moved into the secret room.

“It’s clear why the muse has hidden all the adult-related records here. It is because it is the shame of the church.”

“Are you saying that adult was a cheater?”

“That’s right.”

Originally, a saint is the pinnacle of a priest.

Originally, she reigned as the absolute ruler of the Silver Age along with the Archwitch, and was an existence that should be passed down as a great person and something to be proud of in any church.

Of course, that’s why if a saint betrays or corrupts, it becomes the biggest shame.

One thing I can’t understand.

“Didn’t he commit suicide by making this violin? Then you couldn’t have done anything that would have been a shame?”

“you’re right. In fact, even the record states that the saint was a pious disciple and priest of the Muse until his death.”

It was natural.

Of course, he devoted his whole life to creating a new level magic tool only to dedicate a beautiful performance to the muse.

There was no way that an adult who had such a fanatical religious belief that he would commit suicide just because he had failed, would do something against his faith.

“At least it was in my lifetime.”

“…before you were alive?”

That moment.

Limon twitched his brow.

It was because he was able to read the subtle meaning of Ainsha’s words.

Guided him into the secret room, Ainsha calmly continued his explanation.

“The problem came after the adult died.”

Although he ended his life by suicide, he was a saint who lived his whole life devoutly.

In addition, as there was no taboo against suicide in the doctrine of the muse, the church considered the death regrettable and tried to hold an adult funeral in a grand manner.

Unless something bizarre had started happening at the temple.

The sound of prayer can be heard in the empty prayer room.

At night, a white figure appears.

The position of an object is moved, etc.

The necrosis that took place in the sacred temple shocked the Muse Church. And after careful investigation, I finally found out the culprit…

The answer was frighteningly simple.

“A saint of the muse appeared as a ghost? So the church freaked out and sealed all records about saints?”

“That’s right.”

It was because I was so stupid.

Leaving Limon hardened on her face, Ainsha turned around.

And the innermost part of the secret room.

He pointed to a small sarcophagus lying there and an empty seat next to it, and continued speaking bluntly.

“This is not a secret library. It was a tomb where a cursed god was sealed with the body of a saint.”

“…how come I have a feeling that the god is something I know.”

“That is correct.”

Ainsha unfolded the scroll she was holding in one hand.

And he ended his remarks quietly, pointing with his finger at the drawing of an all-black violin that was very familiar to Limon.

“Your Lee violin was originally a burial item buried with a saint in this tomb.”

Limon carelessly put his hand on his temple.

He was not a priest or a wizard, but he had lived a long life and had seen all sorts of funerals.

And, as far as he knew, there was only one reason to put the cursed burial items in the tomb of the ghost.

“…In short, the saint’s ghost is written on my violin?”