Solo Swordmaster

#333. don’t you have

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Sennet.

An Egyptian yutnori that has been handed down since the golden age when human civilization was just beginning.

However, for an old folk game, Sennet was a surprisingly complex and difficult game.

No matter how many pieces of yut are flipped, the result varies greatly depending on which piece is moved and how much.

And the African senet used transformation rules that made it even more complicated.

A plate that has been tripled.

Words multiplied by 3 times.

Even the dice added there.

It is basic to further increase random elements by compounding several elements.

Originally, it was a Wargame that only moved in a straight line, and was created to require strategic judgment by giving special characteristics like chess and chess.

It was a war on the plate.

widely.

“Since three Yuts are upside down, move your piece three spaces.”

‘Leaving me to throw yut is a genius military, so I guess it’s a complete lie.’

That’s why Branga was confident of her victory as she watched the summoned creatures wandering around.

As a monarch, his senses are superhuman.

If you throw yut and dice yourself, you can adjust the result as much as you like.

Just by making the random factor definitively in your favor, the win or loss was already decided.

Aren’t you cowardly?

I’m sorry, but there is nothing like that.

All means are allowed except for foul play in African-style senet.

It was the opponent’s mistake for not stopping him from throwing yut.

Degururr.

“Oops, this dice is broken with 6 6 1? Since 6 is a double, I’ll have to add a piece with the dice effect.”

So, Branga laughed triumphantly, thinking that the game would end sooner than expected.

And…

…

…

a moment passed.

“Since four pieces of yut are turned upside down, move forward four squares.”

Khuhuong!

Blade Rabbit ran forward according to the number of yut and passed the Red Tiger, spraying fresh blood into the air.

“Now that 5 5 5 is out, move forward again with a triple effect.”

It seems to be a pity that only once.

The rabbit, which had moved forward in a straight line, tumbled around in the air and decapitated a twin-headed bear dozens of times bigger than itself with its two ears.

“And with the 5 dice effect, attach the second-ranked piece to the frontmost piece to form a defensive herpes.”

cooong!

Before the bear’s huge body collapsed.

Suddenly, a snake of mud caught up with the blade rabbit and coiled itself to check any possible pursuit.

The blonde-tanned boy looked at him and crossed his arms leisurely.

And he said it out loud.

“I think it’s coming to an end soon?”

“…”

“If you want to continue, do it. The outcome won’t change anyway.”

Where did the first smile go?

Branga looked at the yut and dice with a stiff face, but couldn’t bear to pick them up.

Even if I tried more, there would be no chance of winning.

Unlike Limon, who still had more than 10 horses left, he could tell just by looking at his own horse, which now had only three.

“…what are you kid?”

“You should have told me who I am?”

“Don’t do that. I’m asking what kind of trick he did to create this result.”

“What should I do? He just threw well and moved well.”

“Are you going to believe that I applied it like this on the day I won the African Sennet Championship three times in a row?”

“Originally, you know that Sennet is such a game, right?”

It seems like you need more.

Seeing Limon speak calmly, Branga gritted her teeth.

Of course he knew.

Limon didn’t do anything special, he just threw yut and dice ‘well’ and moved his words ‘well’.

The problem was the level of that ‘well’.

‘This kid is handling yut and dice as he pleases.’

As much as the monarch himself…

Or rather, to create the results of yut and dice more elaborately than himself?

I can understand that far.

If you are a high-level player with skills related to telekinesis, luck, and senses, this is quite possible.

It’s the same for you in that you can create the result anyway you want.

‘Besides, what is this trick?’

What Branga couldn’t understand was Limon’s ability to kill him despite being on such an equal footing.

As much as he handles numerous summons, he is also proficient in command skills.

It was thanks to him that he became the African Sennett champion, as well as being able to raise the Utopia Guild into the two major warlords in Africa.

However, Limon’s skills were on a different level.

At first glance, the layout and operation of horses are full of gaps that deviate from the norm.

Branga, who at first thought it easy and dug into it, realized it only after receiving a great damage from a counterattack.

That gap itself was an intentional trap.

It was too late to get defensive and try to overcome the loss, but that’s when hell begins.

strengthen the defense.

make the horse run away

Whether it’s a violent counterattack.

As if no one could escape from him.

If even the tiniest gap was created, Limon would inevitably catch it off guard with extraordinary methods.

If you go on the offensive, minefields.

If you go on the defensive, a chain of pursuit.

While struggling in a dilemma, the horse was devoured metallurgically, and the gap widened to 11:3.

It is not easy to widen this gap even if Sennett’s raw beginner and pro come together.

Branga had no choice but to be devastated because he, the famous Sennett champion, had suffered this.

“My God.”

“The Summoning Lord lost to Sennet?”

“Nonsense. How can such a child treat the monarch…”

The others were equally astonished.

It was because in Africa, Sennet was used for entertainment and culture, so everyone could see how absurd this result was.

Even if it is called a genius soldier of the borderline color, in the end it is just a mockery of a white woman’s beloved concubine.

No one took Limon’s rumors seriously.

It was even more so for Chief Shu and Lucuma, who knew that Limon had been mostly just playing, let alone being a soldier.

‘It’s a career difference.’

Rose wasn’t surprised.

Instead, he only had a bitter smile.

To her, this was a natural result.

No matter how complicated the African Sennet is, it is a game after all.

Limon, on the other hand, was directly involved in all the fiercest wars in history.

He was the last sword master of mankind who had fought with the Black Dragon clan and learned their strategy and military strategy with his body.

A player who learned war through the game.

A veteran who learned the game through actual combat.

In a game based on war, which side had the advantage was decided from the beginning.

“Are you going to continue?”

“Eh…”

Of course, Branga, who didn’t know that this blonde-tanned boy was actually a hundred-year-old old man, couldn’t quite accept it.

But denying it doesn’t change the result.

It’s been a while since I wrapped my head and tried to roll my skills to find an answer somehow.

Branga finally drooped her shoulders.

“I lost.”

“It was a good fight, man.”

“Put saliva on your mouth and lie…”

“Are you serious?”

They said that since they got unlimited wishes in just one game, what better match could there be?

Limon, who spoke casually, smiled meaningfully.

“In that sense, you haven’t forgotten that you agreed to grant me what I want if I win this match, right?”

“Do you remember, tell me. what do you want money? Summons? I’ll give you what I can, except for the woman.”

“The turkey.”

“huh?”

“The turkey, the turkey. He said he had it?”

Maybe it’s because I heard something so unexpected.

Seeing Branga wink like a bull, Limon grinned and Rose smiled lightly.

He would not be able to refuse a request for just one bird, as long as he confessed it in front of so many people.

It was quite difficult when Branga first approached, but it was surprisingly easy to get the turkey, so this was a blessing in disguise.

but right after that.

Limon couldn’t help but harden his face.

“I don’t have that right now?”

“…What are you talking about? Your deputy guild leader sister said she saw a turkey at her uncle’s house.”

“That was then and after that I gave it to you as a gift.”

“A gift? A turkey?”

“Draw.”

There was a girl who liked birds, so it was already several years ago that I gave it to her as a gift to get her crush on her.

Limon, who was silent while watching Branga speak calmly, asked quietly after a while.

“Who did you give it to?”

“As strong as I am, and with a tough personality, the queen is just my type. But why are you in trouble because you keep kicking my marriage proposal?”

“…?!”

That moment.

Rose put on a puzzled expression.

Few women on this African continent could say that Branga was as strong as she was.

Among the players, only the Grand Duke of Court and Namim, the deputy guild leader, had won a draw with him in the past.

However, if the court duke had already died and Namim had never been presented with a turkey, there was only one that met the condition.

“Mister, what you just said is not the Egyptian pharaoh, right?”

“Is that right?”

“….”

“Why are you pressing your temples all of a sudden? Do you have a headache?”

It was there.

What Limon could not stand.

“Hey, you horny child! How many times have you proposed to and sent gifts to the heads of enemy countries you fought in war with?”

“A kid is young and doesn’t know much about things, but naturally, men and women fight and then become close.”

“It’s fucking hard to be friendly! What kind of asshole would accept the marriage proposal of the enemy!”

For some reason, my heart was a little prickly.

And I thought I could hear the pitch-black princess coughing somewhere.

Limon utterly ignored the fact and poured out curses.

Of course, the turkey bird that I thought I had found was gone.

I couldn’t stand it because I was stunned that I fell for the most dangerous opponent in Africa for this reason.

“Don’t get too excited about it. As long as I marry that queen, I’ll find the turkey bird again and give it to you.”

“You make X noises like XX eating X and barking. Do you think that would be possible?”

“Of course.”

However, Branga did not lose her composure even after being insulted by Limon.

I just answered confidently.

“The queen said that a strong man is her type. As long as you win this war, you will eventually accept my marriage proposal.”

What I prepared for that was this Continental Alliance.

Seeing Branga speak casually, the heads of other military governments opened their mouths wide.

It was because it was so absurd that the purpose of this grandiose plan called the Continental Alliance was to marry only one woman.

…There was about one woman with a subtle expression on her face, but thanks to the mask, it wasn’t revealed.

Anyway, thanks to that dignified answer, Limon became even more enthusiastic.

Woooooo easy.

What a strange sound came.

“huh?”

“What is this sound?”

“Is it an airplane?”

Branga, who had blinked her eyes, lifted her head and looked up.

Limon, whose face hardened, bounced back.

The moment Rose overturned the table next to her and pulled Shu and Chief Lucuma behind her.

Kwaaaaaang!!!

The figure fell from the sky and slashed Branga’s face with the heel of his boot, creating a huge crater on the ground.

The wind is blowing.

in the middle of a flying house.

The participants of the banquet, which had collapsed, were stunned.

It wasn’t just because of the appearance of Branga, who had become blood and flesh and scattered in all directions.

The person who appeared in the midst of the torrent of heat created by the burning of his blood and flesh.

The image of a beautiful woman in a military uniform with red hair as much as the surrounding flames made their eyes pop out.

“Ah ah ah…”

Maybe it was because he was nearby.

The head of a military government shuddered, covered in burning blood and flesh with his butt pounded.

And, not paying attention to the pain of burning his flesh, he looked at her with his eyes wide open and let out a scream-like shout.

“The Tyrant of Africa!!!”