Solo Swordmaster

Episode #226. who will be mine

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Spacious and colorful stage.

Over thousands of seats.

Tiered balconies.

The scenery of the Opera House, where everything was decorated with only the finest, was so beautiful that it was like a work of art.

To the extent that tolerable actors and performers will have no regrets even if they die after performing at least once here.

But at this very moment.

There was not a single actor or performer on the stage.

There was only the image projected on the screen and the sound from the speakers installed on the stage.

“Hmm.”

the front of the stage.

A woman was watching the video from the VIP balcony seat on the second floor with the best view of the stage even in the vast opera house.

Cross your long legs gracefully.

Lean your slender body at an angle.

He rested his chin on his thin white hand.

Rather than sitting, watching the video in a half-lying position, he was so relaxed that he felt as if he was watching TV in his own home.

In fact, it wasn’t exactly a wrong expression.

Even if this opera house was not her home, it was clear that it belonged to her a little while ago.

Therefore, the woman, who monopolized this vast space and watched the video as the only spectator, opened her mouth with her eyes fixed on the screen.

“Are you sure about the interest?”

“I dare to risk my life.”

“That’s a boring joke.”

She sneered at the words of a middle-aged man who had been kneeling behind her like a mere decoration, let alone an audience.

and said languidly

“If your report was wrong, would you be able to take responsibility with your own life?”

It was too relentless for a person who risked his life to ensure the authenticity of the report.

But the middle-aged man was not disappointed.

Rather, as if the words were natural, he bowed his head deeper and corrected his words.

“In that case, I will hang my family crest as well.”

If there was even an error in his report, he would sacrifice all his family’s wealth and commit suicide with all his family.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said without hesitation, she put on a look of insignificance.

“Quit it. I don’t care about the Rockefellers’ pennies, and you’re worth more when you’re alive than when you’re dead.”

“Thank you for your generous decision.”

“Heung, you speak well.”

Snorting for a while.

After paying attention to the middle-aged, she turned her attention to the video again.

In the video, I watched the dark-haired young man’s hand movements while playing the violin, then quietly opened his mouth.

“Certainly, it seems that the description of the seventy-two kinds is not included.”

“Yes, the elders also affirmed that part.”

“Even so, did you feel the powerful psionic power in Lee’s playing?”

“That’s right.”

If another member of the Seven Dragons had heard that, he would have snorted.

No matter how much the seven clans of the Seven Dragons, there is a limit to the psionics that can be used innately.

Seventy-two kinds exist to overcome that limitation.

It was the best training of the Chilryonghoe, which not only nurtures each individual’s psionics, but also transforms their nature to strengthen the body and enable them to express specific abilities.

However, psionics are included in the performance without using seventy-two kinds of music?

Even clear psionic waves echo across London?

It was unbelievable.

It was impossible even for a class master to control psionics with such precision without borrowing the power of the seventy-two kinds.

“It’s a really interesting story.”

But she put on an interesting expression.

It wasn’t because he believed that the head of the Rockefeller family, a class master and a prestigious family, could not have mistook psionics or made a joke with the family’s life or death.

That there is a need to review the authenticity of such absurd things.

The uniqueness itself drew her attention.

Besides, there were many other interesting elements in this work.

“It’s kind of a pity that I didn’t really grasp what happened in London this time.”

“…I apologize.”

“Sorry a lot.”

Failing to gather information is possible, but losing interest in oneself is a serious sin.

Coldly reprimanding the middle-aged man, she tapped the armrest with her chin resting finger, lost in thought.

‘As expected, there seems to be something more than what is known about the London situation.’

The death of magic lord Carol.

Attacks by unknown monsters, etc.

That in itself was interesting enough.

But what caught her attention was the attitude of the Blue Dragon clan towards this incident.

Normally, he would have informed all the circumstances in detail, whether it was because of his upright character or to show off his honor.

Somehow, this time, even to the same Seven Dragons, he remained silent, informing only a few facts, such as that the ghosts of the Liberation Brigade were behind it.

It’s like you can’t steal someone else’s honor.

Or as if they were trying to hide something that should never be revealed.

‘What are you hiding, Rose?’

I don’t know if it’s another princess.

It was bizarre that the naive Blue Dragon Princess took such an attitude.

There was even a musician who seemed to be dealing with psionics in a completely unfamiliar way of playing without using seventy-two kinds.

I couldn’t have it if I wasn’t interested.

Besides, it wasn’t just the blue dragon princess that was suspicious.

‘Ainsha, what did you see?’

In the middle of the video, a white-haired girl spreads psionics, even using Yonghu Changyin, as if trying to monopolize all attention.

‘Above all, Li Qingyu, what else do you decorate?’

The moment I saw the black hair of a young man playing the violin, what immediately came to my mind was a black-haired girl who considers conspiracies and schemes her nature.

‘And what effect did this man have on your actions?’ Princess White

Dragon

broke her own principle of not using psionics in her performances.

The Black Dragon Princess engages in meaningless things such as fighting the Liberation Brigade after making an engagement with the Swordsman and dealing with spies in a strangely thorough manner.

The fact that all three princesses who have recently shown bizarre behavior are directly or indirectly related to this man further fueled her interest.

What if their actions were caused by this young man?

What is the identity of this young man?

An unprecedented genius who created the 73rd martial arts for the first time in the history of the Seven Dragons?

An impostor who cleverly concocted psionics according to Li Qingyu’s conspiracy?

Or is there another secret?

‘It’s interesting.’

No matter how much she thought about it, she did not get angry or annoyed at the problem, but rather smiled.

Then he opened his mouth with a clear voice like gold beads rolling on a silver tray.

“Hans.”

“yes.”

“Colonel Lee in front of me. With that, I will indemnify you for your mistakes.”

“…Can I use rough means?”

“Do whatever you want.”

She willingly nodded.

I don’t know if it’s an ordinary performer.

It couldn’t have been easy to bring someone who was related to the three princesses to himself, as well as being an unknown psionic master.

“However, I will not tolerate hurting even one person.”

“…?”

Hans made a puzzled expression involuntarily.

If it was her normal life, she would have said that if she put her life on it, she knew that there were no other conditions like this.

“I can’t destroy someone who can play such an ecstatic performance before I own it.”

He seems to have sensed Hans’ question.

she said in a low voice.

Then he added a word while looking at the dark-haired young man reflected in the video with golden eyes as beautiful as the sun.

“Remember. That if you can’t fully represent Lee in front of me, then that will be the moment when you really have to give your life.”

From exceptional talent to rare treasures.

A woman who has been trying to get her hands on anything she covets and has never let go of it.

The most greedy of the seven princesses.

More arrogant than anyone else.

That’s why it’s the most noble.

The strongest princess of the Seven Dragons began to move like that.

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Bang!

In the woods where birds chirp quietly.

In front of the hut prepared in the depths, an elderly man was chopping firewood.

From muscles wriggling like earthworms with every swing of the axe to firewood bouncing with a roaring sound.

Unlike his gray hair, he is a stout man with no sense of frailty.

Hermann stopped chopping wood.

Then, after putting down the axe, he sat down on the stump and let out a heavy sigh.

It’s not because it’s hard. Compared to what he’d been doing all his life, this was no exercise.

However, a reason completely unrelated to Hermann’s physical strength made him unable to wield an axe anymore.

It was then that I heard a loud voice from somewhere.

“Your clothes are still damp…”

“I should have told you where it was. Didn’t you get drowned in the river because I told you the wrong place?”

“The location was correct. Unlike Yeji, the problem is that he did not fall into the River Riman.”

“…You could have foreseen that we would fall into the river and deliberately told you the distance and direction like that?”

“of course. A man and a woman who fall into the water together have a rocking bridge effect. It gets wet and the attractiveness rises. It works perfectly.”

“Oh my, the effect of hurting my headache is so perfect.”

Hermann was puzzled.

Originally, it was impossible to understand what kind of people were in this deep forest where people did not go.

But that’s only for a while.

Seeing the people appearing on the lonely road, he hardened his face.

“Still, it looks like you’ve found the right path.”

Hermann didn’t care what the black-haired young man with the cheeky eyes said to him.

No, to be precise, I couldn’t care.

It was because he was busy just panicking when he saw a white-haired girl who appeared like a drowning mouse following the young man.

“Chairman Ainsha? Why are you here…?”

A world-class singer and priest of the Holy League.

At the same time, as the owner of a large corporation Tiamat, the Princess of the White Dragon Clan cannot be recognized if she is an artist.

The black-haired young man calmly spoke to him, who could not hide his surprise and wonder why Ainsha had appeared in such a remote forest.

“W Are you Hermann?”

“…Who are you?”

“me? Just a humble violinist.”

The black-haired young man shrugged.

Limon looked at Herman with a grin and added another word.

“As a bonus, I’m also a client who wants to ask you for something.”

“You mean a request?”

“That’s how it is.”

Looking at Limon, who casually says that there are things he cannot entrust to him alone, he puts on a complicated expression for a moment.

Herman shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve come to the wrong place if you want someone to carve for you. So please go back.”

The world’s foremost sculptor who has been called the successor of Michelangelo ever since he was young and has created countless masterpieces.

However, the elderly man, who quit all activities three years ago and went into seclusion, slowly opened one hand.

Then, instead of being split in half, he smiled bitterly as he pointed to the firewood that was roughly broken or crushed with trembling hands.

“Because I can no longer make sculptures.”