Solo Swordmaster

#275. I’ll give you a hug.

Normally the opposite illusion would be a million times more dangerous.

Let’s be silent while watching Maia say something absurd so calmly.

Limon closed his eyes for a moment.

Then, after pressing his temples with his fingers to relieve the headache, he finally opened his mouth as if to confirm.

“In short, do you mean you want to sleep? Right here and now, with me and no one else?”

“exactly.”

It was there.

What Limon could endure.

Contrary to his calm voice and face, at the shocking command, he finally spat out the words he had blocked in his throat.

“Are you sane now?”

“It’s just a reasonable choice.”

“How on earth can such crazy words be reasonable?”

Did you decide to stop?

Now, Limon has eyes that look like someone who has gone mad.

She didn’t blame him for his rudeness.

It was he who was right.

The absurd was himself.

In the first place, saying such a thing to him, the enemy of the Green Dragon clan, would never have been possible under normal circumstances.

But at this moment.

In this situation, this was the best option she could make.

“As it was originally, I should have chosen a sire before using myself as a test subject.”

as a single researcher.

Either as a princess leading a clan.

It was the right thing to do.

The most important duty for a princess of the Seven Dragons is to inherit the true blood of the dragon.

In particular, since you don’t know what will happen if you use yourself as a test subject, you need to prepare future generations before that.

“But I didn’t. No, rather, I used my authority to delay the selection of a sire as much as possible.”

“…Didn’t you want to make a useless scapegoat?”

yes it is

Seeing someone die because of him was already sick of Carra alone, so he didn’t want to see it happen again.

Especially when it comes to the death of someone who has to mix flesh with oneself.

However, it was also an unavoidable fate as a princess of the Seven Dragons.

In the first place, mixing with a princess with a mighty psionic power that transcends human limits is an act of squeezing out a lifespan in itself.

Because of that, it was rare enough to count on the hands of the Seven Dragons that lived a long life.

She was especially like that.

It was because it was impossible to even sleep in any way, as contact itself was death.

For this reason, successive green dragon princesses always selected masters with excellent resistance to poison as their sire and fed them secret elixirs made of all sorts of rare materials over several months.

―To make him able to withstand his own poison, even for just one night.

Like the male praying mantis that gets eaten by the female after mating.

A wedding becomes a funeral.

Her sire was such a being.

Since she was always born preying on her parents like that, from the moment she was born, she had no choice but to be a lonely evil spirit.

“So I researched my dragon psionics and also looked for ways to make future generations safer. But…”

“There must have been no results.”

“As you said, it was just a waste of time after all.”

she laughed coldly.

It was impossible from the beginning to inherit the true blood of a dragon through artificial insemination without achieving the unity of yin and yang.

Knowing that, because she clung to the impossible, she didn’t even have a suitable candidate for her husband, let alone posterity.

“But I have no more time to waste.”

“It’s the word of life.”

“exactly.”

Her lifespan was hard to exceed 10 years at the longest because she overworked her body with human experiments from the beginning.

And this time, while being addicted, he overreactedly used the reverse blood method and suffered internal injuries while fighting Gula, further reducing his lifespan.

“Now I can’t even hold on for a year or two. Maybe I can change my name before I even get out of here.”

“It’s been a year…”

His forehead furrowed slightly.

Was it because he didn’t expect that he would have only this left in his life?

A snort comes out at the nursery rhyme, which is not like Limon, who was always shameless.

She laughs at the stupidity of taking it so seriously when death is not the end for her anyway, but a new beginning.

To laugh at myself, who has no choice but to laugh at it.

I’d rather die like this.

If only that would end everything.

She would have accepted the death with a cynical attitude.

If that happens, the repetition of the loathsome sacrifice that has been going on for hundreds of years will also disappear.

But that was impossible.

The mighty psionic, which violently throbbed in the slowly pulsating heart and made the cold blood boil, did not allow it.

“As you know, we cannot even die at will until we prepare our posterity.”

The instinct as a princess that the seven princesses inherited along with the dragon’s blood.

The power to protect one’s life and inherit the true blood at any cost, which becomes stronger as one’s life reaches a critical point, has been whispering endlessly since earlier.

survive.

prepare the posterity

Inherit the dragon’s blood.

A whisper that must have been so deeply embedded that it was not even felt originally.

However, the alarming lifespan and deteriorating physical condition due to illness and injury were making that natural instinct extremely strong.

To the point where the urge was so intense that my consciousness became hazy and my body burned with the desire to reproduce.

It’s both a blessing and a curse.

An absolute restriction that gives the seven princesses enormous power, but makes them unable to die recklessly.

“And you, the man next to me, are the only ones who can reproduce right away without having to prepare for months.”

“Is that why you said it was a reasonable choice?”

“If you add the impossible and the inevitable, anything becomes rational.”

It doesn’t matter who your opponent is.

The important thing is whether you can inherit the true blood or not.

It was all the more so because she had always chosen her sire only out of a sense of duty, more than the White Dragon Princess, who had the least emotion.

“There’s nothing to like about it.”

what’s so shaky

Seeing Limon with a complicated expression on her face, she continued with a sneering smirk.

“This is not for me to be hugged by you, but to make you listen.”

“…then do I have to struggle and resist in shame?”

“Then I think it will be a golden award. While preparing for the next generation, you will be able to enjoy the pleasure of humiliating you.”

“…”

“Of course, that’s a story when resistance is possible.”

She raised her hand slowly.

Seeing the tattoo of a white scale on her wrist that was still slanted at 9:1, Limon put on an expression of astonishment.

“Are you saying you’re going to use the power of the scales? Is that the weight I used to save my master?”

“If you really resist.”

“Isn’t this too much for the green dragon clan, who are strict in their reputation?”

“If you want to criticize, do as you please. No matter what you say, I will hug you.”

I don’t know if anyone else

Limon is the enemy of the clan anyway.

Now, there is no reason to be shaken whether you are criticized or resentful by him.

That’s why she looked at Limon, who asked questioningly, with unwavering eyes, and asked quietly.

“So decide. don’t you know me yourself? Or will you forcefully hold me?”

“….”

Maybe it’s because I’ve lived for hundreds of years and never thought about this alternative option.

She stared blankly at herself, then frowned, looked up at the ceiling, and looked down at the floor at Limon, who was troubled, and she sneered.

what will he choose

Because the result was obvious anyway.

“You have no choice.”

“Have you decided?”

“Yes, I will decline both.”

That’s why she wasn’t surprised or embarrassed.

He just twisted his lips as if mocking, looking at him with gloomy sunken eyes as he gave the expected answer.

“Seeing how you go around answering that you want to be held forcibly, I wonder if you want to exhaust my balance even just a little bit at this point.”

Nine weights on her scale now.

I don’t know how strong that force was, but looking at the results of the orders I’ve given so far, it’s clear that it’s not easy for Limon to resist.

If he uses all nine scale weights, he doesn’t know if his life could really be threatened.

Limon’s refusal was natural in that sense.

If he wasted the balance weight on such a thing, his risk burden would be reduced to that extent.

That’s why she didn’t even expect voluntary cooperation from the beginning, but she laughed at his refusal.

After all, the outcome was predetermined from the beginning.

reject it or not.

she will hug him

He will lay eggs with his sperm.

– I will kill him.

Even if it’s impossible right now, even if you repeat dying and being born a few times, someday, surely.

In a sense, this was also a good revenge.

Because there can be no revenge more thorough and perfect than to forcibly commit an enemy and give birth to an enemy’s child to kill the enemy.

Having made a decision like that of the Green Dragon clan, she opened her mouth to use the power of Libra.

No, I was trying to open my mouth.

If you haven’t heard Limon’s answer.

“No, it doesn’t matter what the scales are.”

“What do you mean?”

“It seems that the master has forgotten, but I already have a fiancé.”

It seems to be very difficult.

Seeing Limon scratching his cheek, Maia frowned.

“Are you refusing my order to keep your integrity?”

“Fidelity is a grandiose expression, but anyway, for a guy with a name and even a prospective bride, sleeping with another woman is an asshole thing, isn’t it?”

“That is such a funny word.”

Maia laughed.

Everyone knows for sure that his engagement was political anyway.

It’s funny that an old man over hundreds of years old would say this to ‘he’ Li Qingyu, not to anyone else.

One of the most absurd of all.

“Anyway, you don’t have any fidelity to protect.”

“…Well, isn’t that the name of youthful Sochi?”

Limon slightly averted his eyes.

Maia snorted coldly when she saw his always brazen behavior.

“Do you think anything will change if you refuse?”

“Even if it’s not possible, why not try?”

“…”

Whether it’s a marriage due to political tactics.

whatever past you have.

He is Li Qingyu’s prospective groom.

If so, shouldn’t we do our best to keep our duty as a groom?

Although Limon’s old-fashioned and stilted speech, as if it were natural, is anachronistic and deserving of ridicule.

Why?

Those eyes are so still

The mouth that should be laughing hardens.

Somehow it makes my heart throb.

Limon said to her, who involuntarily stopped at the familiar seizure pain and throbbing for no other reason.

“So, master, don’t give up either.”

“…what did I give up?”

“Just because you have a few days left to live, I’m telling you not to act like you’re already dead.”

Limon got up slowly.

Then, holding out the shirt she had taken off with one hand, he calmly continued.

“I understand that you are having a hard time, Master. When your body hurts and your life is hard, it’s natural to want to let go of everything and become comfortable.”

words anyone can say.

Even so, is it because of that calm voice that I can’t feel it with words on my lips?

Or is it because he is Limon Aspelder?

“But master, don’t forget that I am by your side right now.”

“That sounds ridiculous.”

She sneered with a sense of repulsion towards herself, who had inadvertently been shaken by those words, and argued sharply.

“What’s different when you’re by my side? That doesn’t mean my body gets better or my life span increases.”

“Of course, I don’t have the skills to heal my master.”

There are limits to what you can do.

It is rather disappointing because it is natural to be so eager to be positive.

But that’s why the words behind it dig more clearly.

“But I can protect you in return.”

“Are you going to protect me? do you mean me?”

“Yes, no matter what happens, I will make sure to return the master safely home.”

“….”

“So if you believe me, don’t give up.”

reason thinks

It’s an absurd word.

There is no reason to believe the words of the enemy in a world where any promise is easily broken.

Instinct whispers.

You must not be mistaken.

You shouldn’t risk being shaken by a few words like that and cutting off the blood of the dragon.

But despite the common judgment of reason and instinct, the words cut so hotly and so keenly into the heart.

she inadvertently buried

“…can you swear by your sword?”

Limon answered him.

“I swear on my sword that I will definitely protect it.”

An oath made on the Sword Master’s sword.

Yes, it’s just a word.

Even so, those words that are heavier, surer, and reliable than any guarantee are reassuring.

Seruk.

Eventually she accepted the shirt from Limon.

Then, wearing it over her milky naked body, she sat in front of the campfire and breathed out white breath.

“…It’s cold.”

“Why are you taking off your clothes when you’re not feeling well?”

“What would a slave say to a master shivering from the cold?”

As always.

Sharp and cynical.

That’s why, after hearing what she said, Limon smiled and replied.

“If it’s really cold, as I said before, I’ll bring more firewood, so please wait a moment.”

“I need warmth right now.”

“Hmm…Even if you say that, I don’t have the skills to warm you up without firewood.”

“You have a body instead.”

“…?”

“Why can’t even these things be done to protect fidelity?”

Is it because it was so unexpected, or is it because I can’t tell if the sarcastic remark is a joke or serious?

Blink your eyes for a while.

Limon, who was scratching his cheek, finally shrugged.

“Well, if it serves as a human stove.”

so after a while.

The body heat of Limon, who sat behind her and hugged her, was transmitted to her cold body.

Tak Tak.

Could it be because of the cold body?

The body heat transmitted through a thin shirt is hotter than a bonfire, and it feels as if you will get burned at any moment.

Still, there is no suffering.

Rather, what I feel is the comfort and satisfaction that I don’t know why.

It’s so wide and sturdy.

A quiet heartbeat from your back.

Above all, the strangely nostalgic body odor.

It calms the unstable psionic and even makes the pain disappear.

…so this is all because of my mood.

No, it must be because of the mood.

Even this heartbeat.

Even this strange feeling.

The thirst for more heat.

Longing for this moment to last forever.

‘I have no choice but to admit it.’

But no matter how hard you try to deny it.

The feeling is clear.

That embrace is warm.

In the end, she had no choice but to accept the fact that she most wanted to admit in the world.

‘I like interest.’

The feeling of breaking a taboo that should never be committed.

Still, it’s so reassuring.

For some reason, I’m even satisfied.

For the first time in her life, Maia fell into a warm sense of immorality while being held in someone’s arms.