Solo Swordmaster

#336. I will have you

“….”

Hasneti is the Red Dragon Princess.

Among the seven princesses of the Seven Dragons, she was the woman who had been through the most wars.

That’s why she was the second most familiar with madness after the Silver Dragon Princess.

Even soldiers killing civilians.

Even children who have lost their minds in fear.

Even a woman who is about to die in despair.

It was a sight that felt like everyday life because it was so familiar that there was nothing strange about it on the battlefield.

But even as a Hasneti, I couldn’t help but pay attention to the blonde tanned boy who was cutting a block of wood in the midst of this mess.

It wasn’t just because of that bizarre act.

A calm air that makes you feel rather familiar with this space, which is no different from a battlefield.

A piece of wood that strangely catches the eye even though it is still in a rough shape.

Another reason above all.

Hasneti let out a muffled voice instead of a heat wave.

“…what are you doing here?”

That moment.

The masters of the Yeomryongdae, who were resonating with her psionics, were startled.

It was because it was so unexpected that Hasneti spoke to someone who would kill him anyway on the battlefield.

square.

However, the boy was not surprised, embarrassed, or afraid.

It’s like you didn’t even hear the question.

I just continued to carve out pieces of wood.

“Answer…”

Seuk.

Hasneti kept her mouth shut.

It’s like waiting a minute.

A small hand held out quietly.

And it was because the act of waiting for her to be silent, then withdrawing his hand and starting to carve the wood again, told me.

That this boy wasn’t listening to himself.

To focus on one’s work or not to be disturbed.

I ignored her

stopped her

that I kept her waiting.

Of course, on this African continent, it is feared by everyone.

Against her who had just annihilated thousands of summoned beasts and defeated the summoning lord, and her dragon still hadn’t been released.

perfect madness.

No, at this point, I just wanted to die.

However, the Yeomryongdae did not come forward.

Of course, there is no point in spouting life into someone who is about to die.

After all, that boy also had no doubts that Hasneti was destined to disappear into ashes at the snap of his fingers.

“…?”

so after a while

they were puzzled

No matter how long I waited, Hasneti didn’t burn the boy or twist him by the neck.

He just silently watched the boy.

And the question of Yeomryongdae soon became a sense of bewilderment.

Just as the boy who held out his palm a moment ago wanted.

Because Hasneti realized that he was really ‘waiting’ for the boy to finish his work.

But whether they panic or not.

she didn’t care

Instead, he stared at the boy who, in this mess, did not even glance at himself and focused only on cutting wood.

square.

every time the boy’s hand moved.

The wooden block is gradually chipped away.

The boiling blood also gradually cools down.

The aftereffects of Yonghwa, which could not be suppressed even with powerful psionics, are alleviated, albeit a little, just by watching him carve the pieces.

That alone was shocking and thrilling.

It was only natural that the princess of the Seven Dragons would be interested in it.

But that wasn’t the only reason Hasneti looked at the boy without blinking.

square.

‘That movement is…’

Grabbing a piece of wood.

Push the carving knife lightly.

Smooth the surface.

At first glance, the hand movements seem ordinary and even monotonous.

However, Hasneti, who is the best master of the Red Dragon Clan and has become sensitive to Yonghwa, could tell.

That monotony is the result of extreme integrity and delicacy.

The opposite of water.

The movement that can only be seen by a craftsman who has reached the extreme of a field that has not reached the extreme but has become commonplace is so perfect and elegant.

Hasneti, who was watching the scene, muttered involuntarily.

“It is beautiful.”

Yeomryongdae was startled and startled.

While Hasneti silently watches.

When the boy who calmly moved the carving knife finally stopped.

There was no longer a clumsy piece of wood in his hand.

Even with one wing broken, only the statue of a bird hawk majestically stamped and held down a snake.

After turning around the sculpture he made.

The boy nodded in satisfaction.

And only then did he look back and smile at Hasneti.

“Thank you for waiting, Pharaoh.”

“You are…”

An ancient Egyptian etiquette used by old aristocrats to casually kneel on one knee and cross their arms in front of their chest.

For a moment, look at the blond tanned boy in traditional Egyptian attire and frown.

Hasneti asked in a muffled voice.

“Are you my people?”

“If it means that you are a descendant of Horus, then you have the right to speak comfortably to the pharaoh.”

“name is?”

“A strong bull loved by Ra, an unbreakable noble soul, Limor who will win and become great.”

“…the collateral of Ramses II?”

Among the Egyptians, only the highest-ranking aristocrats with blood from the royal family, albeit from distant ancestors, dared to omit honorifics to themselves.

Among them, Hasneti, who found out the genealogy of Limon through the old name, asked quietly.

“What are you doing here?”

Why is there a descendant of Horus at this banquet where those who rebelled against him are gathered?

Depending on the answer, it seems that he will be punished right away.

Limon’s answer to Hasneti’s heavy question was erratic.

“I was preparing a tribute.”

“tribute?”

“Since the Pharaoh won the war and gained supremacy over the continent. Isn’t it natural to prepare a gift as a citizen?”

“…”

“Sleep in that sense.”

widely.

Limon lightly asked Hasneti, who reflexively accepted the bird statue.

“How about my tribute?”

Just like an innocent child who gives a present and expects the other person to admire it, it’s a while to be silent as you see the boy smiling single-singly.

After slowly raising his head, he looked at the new piece in his hand.

Hasneti nodded.

“Not bad.”

Yeomryongdae was agitated again.

That’s not to say that words aren’t bad, because this was a huge compliment to Hasneti, who said that all gold and silver treasures were trivial.

whether you know that fact or not.

Limon laughed lightly.

“That’s good. If I didn’t like it, it would have been difficult for me to ask you this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since you have been congratulated for your victory, please do not spill unnecessary blood on the name of the great pharaoh.”

“…Are you telling me to just take this and leave? Leaving those who oppose me?”

“No, not one.”

Limon shook his head.

Then he smiled brightly and spread his index finger.

“A thousand.”

“…”

“I’ll make at least one piece a day that’s at least as good as this one, until there are a thousand.”

a thousand pieces.

a thousand days.

In other words, for almost three years, every single day, he would make a sculpture that Hasneti would be satisfied with and offer it as a tribute.

Seeing Limon talk about absurd things, Hasneti couldn’t help but fall into silence.

“…I’ll offer you a thousand pieces, so you mean to stop the war of conquest in the meantime?”

“Because there is no need to see unnecessary blood.”

It’s because it’s so out of the ordinary.

Hasneti glared at Limon with blood-red eyes that were colder than usual.

It was natural.

Even if he promised to give a thousand pieces of great sculptures that he would want to see forever, no matter how much they decorate the palace.

And whether she kills them or not, even if Africa is already in her hands.

To weigh the hegemony of the continent over a mere sculpture was insane to anyone.

“good night.”

“princess?”

So it was.

Looking at Hasneti, who so readily accepted the request, Yeomryongdae groaned.

The reason why even Limon, who had proposed it, had an unexpected look on his face.

But she didn’t care.

I just said quietly while fiddling with the bizarre statue that felt strangely cool even though it was made of wood.

“Instead, there are conditions.”

“What conditions?”

“Stay in my palace while I make the sculpture.”

“Are you going to make me a hostage?”

“It means to be my sidekick.”

“…huh?”

That moment.

Limon blinked.

Then, looking at Hasneti in a daze, he asked shyly without realizing it.

“Isn’t that a bit troublesome?”

“What do you mean?”

“I think Pharaoh might have a more suitable groom or a man he wants to make his sire…”

“What does that matter?”

“…”

Whether or not he will later welcome his sire is not a reason why he shouldn’t have a separate room.

Seeing her affirmation, Limon broke into a cold sweat.

After the Red Dragon Princess became a pharaoh, the Egyptian royal family only belatedly remembered that polygamy became the standard.

“Uh… Pharaoh doesn’t care, but I’m in trouble.”

“Why?”

“I’m already someone else’s lover.”

“…Did you say you were a concubine?”

“huh. have you heard An outlaw in the east and a genius soldier in the middle of the day.”

It was as if I had heard something unexpected.

Or, as if it is unpleasant to have someone touch what you want first.

It took a long time to look at Limon with a furrowed brow.

“Is it really like that?”

Hasneti nodded, as if realizing why Limon was in such a place, and after thinking for a moment, continued with a muffled voice.

“Then I will change the conditions.”

“What and how?”

“Be my sidekick, even temporarily. Then, one day at a time, I will not touch you as long as I create an admirable sculpture.”

“…Are you going to become a concubine, even formally?”

“Yes.”

Destroying the Utopia Guild is not enough to gently stop the war of conquest that has already begun.

At least, it is necessary to commemorate the fact that he rescued a collateral royal family from being captured by a reckless outlaw and made him his concubine.

It was extremely political, so it made Limon’s eyes blink with words that were not suitable for a tyrant.

Hasneti glared at him with bloody eyes.

“Instead, even once, if you put out a sculpture I’m not satisfied with, I’ll have you.”

It seems that there is no further compromise.

Limon scratched his cheek as he watched Hasneti speak coldly because he was determined.

‘I didn’t expect this.’

But Limon had no choice.

If he refuses this condition, Hasneti will surely cause a massacre here, and will serve no other purpose, let alone find the turkey.

So, after thinking for a while, Limon finally opened his mouth with a sigh.

* * *

“…Are you gone? really?”

“why?”

The heads of the military government, who had been stranded in the sabers surrounding the banquet hall while wandering around trying to escape a little while ago, were bewildered.

Why did Hasneti go without killing them?

And who was the boy she carried away as if she had kidnapped her?

It was because I couldn’t understand English.

But what remained clearer than those doubts was a sense of relief.

I don’t know what happened, but at least they were able to rejoice enough that they passed the hurdle of death right away.

Of course, it was the same with Chief Lucuma.

“To really get that tyrant back! Rimor-sama wasn’t called a military genius for nothing!”

“…”

“But why did Limor go with the tyrant? Did you ever know each other?”

“….”

“Hahaha, this might be a blessing in disguise. At this point, sticking to the Egyptian side would be one way.”

“…”

Maybe it was because the joy of coming back to life was so great.

Chief Lucuma was so happy that he talked to himself for a long time.

But because of that, he didn’t realize it.

The fact that Rose did not move, only looking in the direction Hasneti took Limon and disappeared.

Even until the two of them were talking, the expression on her face, which was clearly embarrassed and worried, disappeared at some point.

And why are red drops dripping from Rose’s tightly clenched fist?

More merciful than anyone else.

A righteous and kind princess.

So everyone fell into silence alone among the rejoicing wreckage.