Solo Swordmaster

#235. Will you hurt your nose?

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‘I have to do it somehow.’

Arbella, a woman with bobbed green hair and a white coat, was nervous.

Being scolded by Maia?

It was heartbreaking, of course.

It was because it made me want to bite my tongue out of guilt to have disgraced the face of the princess I respected by mistreating the Black Dragon Princess.

But what made her nervous more than anything else was Barbara’s behavior in conveying Maia’s orders.

‘Barbara you damn bitch!’

Thanks to her making a mistake, he was able to take on the role of hosting the Black Dragon Princess, so he was very grateful.

Recalling the sisters who spoke triumphantly, Arbella put on a sad expression.

I don’t know if anyone else

It was unbearable to be left behind by a rice cooker who had the same face as himself and had no talent in medicine or pharmacy.

Especially in that he couldn’t give up the position of Maia’s best aide.

‘I must make up for this mistake by making up for it!’

It was for this reason that Arbella came to Limon’s lodgings early in the morning.

It was because she could repay Barbara for laughing at her only if she uncovered the secret about this man who was unknown whether or not he was a member of the Black Dragon clan.

Arriving in front of Limon’s room with such a burning passion, she immediately opened the door.

“How long are you going to sleep on the subject of slavery? Come on, get up…!”

“W Good morning.”

Arbella widened her eyes.

and asked involuntarily.

“Why are you awake?”

“It’s natural for a waggie to get up early in the morning and prepare for the master’s wake up if he’s a slave.”

“…It’s 4 in the morning right now?”

“Hmm, is it too late? Then, starting tomorrow, I’ll have it ready by 3:00 in the morning.”

While I was still drowsy, I tried to stir-fry it and dig out something in the midst of the chaos.

It was a while to see Limon, who had been awake since the early morning without such an intention.

She immediately noticed a sense of incongruity and questioned again.

“Wait a minute, but why are you talking to me? If you are a slave, you should use honorifics like a slave.”

“why me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I chose to serve your princess, not to be your slave. So, I have no reason to treat you with respect.”

Limon cut it off.

Then, with his arms crossed, he looked at her crookedly and asked casually.

“Or do you have a hobby of secretly stealing the princess’s belongings and feeling proud?”

“Stop talking nonsense!”

“Then it won’t be a problem if you listen to me with flatulence.”

“….”

‘No, this guy…’

Arbella found herself at a loss for words.

It’s such an absurd bullshit, but I didn’t have anything to say when I tried to refute it.

After the slave system of the green dragon clan was established due to ‘that incident’ in the distant past.

For the green dragon clan, slaves were, in principle, an individual’s private property that was subordinated to the owner, and only the owner had the right to receive that service.

Even if the owner was the green dragon princess, there was no need to say more.

No matter how insignificant an item, a princess’s belongings could not be treated carelessly.

It is, though.

The one who became a slave just yesterday was bragging about claiming the property of the princess himself.

Even Arbella, who had seen countless slaves, was astonishingly brazen.

“So what’s the matter?”

“yes?”

“I have something to tell you or something to tell you. He must have been here since the early morning because he had something to do with it.”

It was a while to be shaken by that attitude that even calmly and weakly urged an answer.

Arbella immediately shook her head and said.

“Okay then follow me. I will tell you what you must do as the princess’ slave.”

Although he couldn’t make Limon work without the princess’s order, it didn’t matter how much he taught him.

And now that this has happened, I will teach you what to do as a slave very thoroughly.

Arbella made up her mind.

But she didn’t know.

How absurd was his decision.

* * *

[I don’t know if the manager is really okay…]

“Are you worried?”

[Of course I’m worried. There’s no way you’d be a slave to the team leader’s personality, right?]

Yuna-kyung sighed.

It was only at the banquet hall that he showed great acting, but even so, acting.

As she knew what Limon’s original personality was like, she felt as though she had left a ticking time bomb unattended.

[Besides, you are a person who only knows how to cut a knife, so can you do it properly? You’re going to make a mess.]

I don’t know if it’s because I’m forced to become a clinical trial subject saying I can’t even use it as a slave, and then face off against the green dragon clan.

when she grumbles

Li Qingyu opened his mouth with a strange expression.

“Well, is it really?”

[Yes?]

“I have a slightly different opinion.”

[You have a different opinion? From what point?]

Where in the world is there room for objection to his own words?

Li Qingyu smiled and said to Yuna-kyung, who tilted her head as if she didn’t understand at all.

“It is one of the facts that many people misunderstand, but a swordsman is not just a simple swordsman.”

[Then what is it?]

“You are a swordsman who has lived for a very long time.”

[I know that too?]

“Yes, you must know. But you probably don’t understand.”

Looking at Yuna-kyung, who was confused, Li Qingyu smiled even more deeply.

to light a fire.

Finding and carrying water.

Getting edible food, etc.

Unlike modern times, where everything can be done simply with the development of all kinds of technology, in the distant past, anything complicated was required.

In particular, those who travel from place to place like travelers or mercenaries had to be proficient at all sorts of chores.

And Limon, who wandered the world whenever he was bored to hunt the Seven Dragons or find disciples, was a more skillful traveler than anyone else and Noh Kang-ho.

The fact that Limon always calls himself a swordsman who only knows how to sharpen his sword means, on the contrary, that he knows how to do everything he has to do as a swordsman.

Could such a limon not be able to do the chores that only slaves do?

No, even if I can’t do it, does it matter?

“Above all, he is a sword master.”

what is that about

Looking at Yuna-kyung, who seemed to have a meaning written on her face, Li Qingyu smiled.

“Anybody would be in big trouble if they thought of him as a normal person with a perfect body and superhuman senses?”

* * *

“…what the hell are you?”

“what?”

“Are you from slavery? Or are you a professional slave or something?”

“What kind of job is being a professional slave?”

Limon made a puzzled expression as if he had never heard such a bizarre sound.

But when it came to being absurd, Arbella added more.

From early dawn until now, she had Limon do everything a slave had to do.

Not just to mess with Limon, but to get some clues about his identity.

Although she is being ridiculed for being successful because of her mother’s merits, she is also the Chief Research Officer of Quetzalcoatl.

What are you good at and what are you not good at?

Just by observing it, I was confident that I could roughly figure out what kind of life Limon had lived and what hidden specialties he had.

However, Limon destroyed Arbella’s confidence.

“If you’re not a pro slave, why are you so used to slavery?”

Even though they didn’t even give me a vacuum cleaner, they clean it so neatly that it’s hard to find a speck of dust.

Isn’t it delicious to eat the bread that is trying to grow mold because it’s old and hard.

I deliberately entrusted the classification of letters from abroad, and they sorted things from English to Chinese or Egyptian without any problems.

there’s nothing you can’t do

It was to the extent that the more I looked at it, the more my suspicions grew.

Limon’s answer to her question was simple.

“What kind of slavery is this basic?”

“Basic? How about just wiping down an old statue like new with just a rag?”

“One rag is enough, what more do you need? When I was young, there were many cases where slaves were not given a rag at all and had to be cleaned.”

“What country did you come from while living as a slave…?”

Arbella put on a tired expression.

Because Limon, who seemed so accustomed to slavery, couldn’t have said that as a joke.

I don’t know if I know her feelings or not.

Limon calmly opened his mouth.

“Now that I have roughly learned how to do menial jobs, please teach me the most important things.”

“Is it important?”

“The important thing for a slave is to serve and serve the master, right?”

“…to wait on the princess? you?”

“why? Then why not?”

It was a moment.

That is why her face, which was full of suspicion, turned into an expression that looked like she was looking at a completely crazy X.

“You don’t have to. Most of the time it won’t happen, and if necessary, I or Barbara will do it myself.”

“Are you or your sister serving?”

“I put aside the fact that I’m an older sister… What’s with that expression?”

“I thought your princess also has some pretty eccentric hobbies.”

“Why are you looking at me and saying that?”

Arbella thought to herself.

I don’t know what Limon’s identity is, but he must be a genius professional slave with one skill that calls for whipping.

However, while grinding her teeth, Arbella eventually guided Limon into a room.

The lowest floor of Quetzalcoatl headquarters.

In front of a far underground artificial flower garden that can only be reached after opening several layers of security doors and passing through a long passage.

“This is where you can come in.”

“Normally, wait in front of this and wait for the princess’s call. If you recklessly enter this garden, you will die.”

“Even if you go in, don’t stay in the garden for a long time, and especially don’t even think about staying in the room inside the garden if your life is in danger.”

“If you show such a cheeky attitude to the princess, you will die at my hands.”

is it advice?

or intimidation.

She, who had been threatening every time she finished a word, spoke with a serious face unlike before, as if it was the most important thing.

“And another one. If possible, don’t get close to the princess, and especially don’t touch her jade body no matter what.”

“Whatever?”

“Never.”

There are no exceptions under any circumstances.

Arbella, who spoke as if cutting it with a knife, ended her words while looking at Limon with a cold face.

“If you want to die gracefully, you’d better heed my warning.”

“Oh, don’t mind.”

“…Did you really understand what I was saying?”

“Don’t worry, I understand you well.”

Arbella felt uneasy.

It’s because I wasn’t sure if this naturally virtuous and shameless author had taken his advice properly.

But that’s for a while.

She snorted as if it was rather good.

‘Let’s try to be so arrogant in front of Princess Heung. Then you will know the attitude a real slave should take.’

He said that even if he violated the etiquette even a little, he would find fault with him and reveal his secret.

Thinking inwardly, Arbella smiled in repentance.

a while after that.

That is until you see Limon’s attitude after entering the garden after being called by Maia.

“I wish the blessing of life overflowing in the forest and the glory that is vaster than the earth to be with my master, who has enlightened the logic of all life, old age and sickness, and has wisdom higher than God and authority deeper than death.”

“…Didn’t Arbella’s slave training be overdone?”

“…”