Solo Swordmaster

#493. It doesn’t suit you.

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Ruins.

ruins ruins ruins.

And blood and flesh and death.

Nothing is perfect, and only the rotten stench confuses the mind.

Just looking at it is disgusting and disgusting.

But why?

The sight is unfamiliar and unsettling.

It’s strangely longing and sad.

The more I look at it, the more it bitterly oppresses and stirs my heart.

Until I met him, I feel it in the pain that touches my heart so clearly that it was always calm.

This is not reality.

But it’s not even a dream.

Boundary, to say the least.

Memory and fantasy time and space body and soul and…

life and death.

‘…is it.’

that’s why i understand

where exactly is this place

why are you in this place

‘Am I dying?’

It’s cruel to be a kaleidoscope.

It’s terribly realistic to be called the underworld.

While looking at the landscape of the ruins, he slowly raises one hand and places it on his chest.

A heart that doesn’t beat.

Cool, cold body.

I correct my thoughts in a strange sense that I can hardly think of being alive.

‘Maybe he’s already dead.’

soggy.

That was the moment.

The land covered in ruins crumble.

Instead, it began to swallow her body like a swamp.

If this were real, I would have been able to get away with a snort even if I was in lava instead of a swamp.

But now I couldn’t.

There was no trace of psionics, let alone the telekinesis that he used like breathing.

My body, cold like a corpse, is so stiff and helpless that I don’t even lift a finger.

Eventually, when she stretched out on her back, she fell like a log into a swamp.

The world shook and a golden glow appeared.

Koo Goo Goo.

Golden scales as brilliant as the sun.

Broad wings as if covering the world.

Horns that pierce the sky.

Even compared to her mature self, she is even more beautiful, lofty, and above all, perfect.

The golden glow, which looked nostalgic rather than unfamiliar, spoke to her half-submerged in the swamp.

[Stupid.]

It’s a whisper.

for hundreds of years.

Words of instinct contained in the dragon’s blood that have been passed down from generation to generation from Princess Geumryong.

“Are you saying it’s foolish not to run away when you could run away alone?”

There is no answer.

But even if you don’t listen, you can tell.

The most important duty for a princess is to survive and inherit her blood.

However, not running away from the sword master and knowing that it would be dangerous, but fighting to the limit was definitely an act of suicide.

It was all the more so considering that they hadn’t even laid eggs to inherit the blood.

“It is a pitiful word.”

But I don’t agree.

Twist your soft lips slightly.

I just laugh at the whispers of my instincts.

“If it is the perfect dragon lineage that must be protected even at the cost of the humiliation of running away without being able to protect even one or two pets…”

Without lifting a finger.

My body is sinking into a swamp.

In the meantime, keep your head upright.

Looking into golden eyes.

she asserted.

“I don’t need anything like that.”

Whether it’s the progenitor or the dragon’s blood.

Anything that gets in your way is just an obstacle.

The true blood of the dragon is not shaken even by the words of the princess, who is more lofty and greedy than anyone else in the Seven Dragons, who speaks in a vague way.

whisper again

[Stupid.]

“Heh, I guess I expected too much.”

the same repeated words.

Listening to those words that were nothing more than a one-sided accusation rather than a conversation.

Charlotte made a silly face.

Well, it was unavoidable.

No matter how much the blood of a dragon has been inherited for hundreds of years, only a few important instincts remain in it.

Because there was nothing that could be called the founder’s will.

It couldn’t have been there in the first place.

That’s why, ignoring the whispers of her instincts, she just closed her eyes and tried to sink into the swamp, but she heard a whisper in her ear again.

[Remember.]

“…what did you mean?”

Unlike before, the dragon’s true blood whispered to Charlotte, who opened her eyes again after hearing the unexpected words.

[Recall.]

[Retrieve it.]

[No time.]

She narrowed her eyes.

The instinct engraved in the dragon’s blood is to resurrect the dragon.

So I could understand if it was just forcing me to survive and blaming me for not doing so.

The problem is the continued whispering.

The fact that the dragon’s instinct says these words means that these are the traces that her ancestor, the Golden Dragon Lord, deliberately carved into the blood.

But of course she herself.

I had never heard of any princess in history ever feeling this urge.

So, Charlotte ordered.

“Tell me what you want me to take back.”

arrogantly as always.

However, the true blood of the dragon responded to her words with certain interest.

[This time…]

[―Protect it.]

Slowly.

That was it.

It seems like you’ve said everything.

Leaving only the wrong answer.

Because the golden dragon became light and disappeared.

Looking at the empty seat, Charlotte felt a strange feeling.

To say a lot of incomprehensible words to arouse interest at best and then hide.

Even if the founder himself did this, not by pure blood instinct, she would laugh at it as ignorant of manners.

But this time I couldn’t.

The dragon’s eyes that looked at you.

Calm like a lake at dawn.

As lofty as the setting sun in the sky.

Those strangely sad eyes continued to haunt her.

…Well, that would be over soon, though.

‘Now it seems that the end has really come.’

All of a sudden, the straight back, limbs, and even the abdomen, all the senses disappeared from the bogged down body.

In the sense that even the face, shoulders and knees that had not yet fallen out were frozen with the cold of a blade.

She closed her eyes.

It is not without regret.

It’s not just that he couldn’t inherit the dragon’s true blood.

Even after overcoming the limit, he was unable to cross the wall of being a sword master.

Leaving a clan to lead.

Above all, the fact that he failed to keep his promise to clear the dungeon and hold a banquet remained in his heart like sediment.

Still can’t help it.

Even Sijo was postponed expediently.

What could not be overcome was death.

I am satisfied with having done my best until the end, and I have no choice but to give up.

But…

“I’m not good at giving up after all.”

fed up

After opening my eyes with a snort.

Charlotte struggled to get out of the swamp.

Of course, it’s meaningless fuss.

His already cooled body stiffened like a corpse, and he couldn’t feel even a speck of psionics.

Still, Charlotte didn’t stop struggling.

She is the Golden Dragon Princess.

Because she was the most perfect princess who never knew the impossible.

The moment I finally tried to get my head sucked into the swamp in such a meaningless effort.

Giing-.

one sound.

Resounded in a world of ruins.

The moment Charlotte was taken aback by the tone she had only heard once but never forgot.

A change has happened.

Passssut.

The dark sky brightens.

Vegetation sprouts on the dry land.

The river of rotten blood becomes clear.

The world, which seemed to have reached the end, was gradually regaining its original appearance.

And…

ugh.

with a single tremble.

What I feel is a warmth.

A weak, but familiar and warm energy was rising from deep within the body as if responding to the performance resonating in the air.

Thus, the heat gradually grew and warmed the cold body.

The dirty and sticky swamp turns into a clear pond.

The moment the lotus flower that grew in the water gently wrapped around her floating body.

– pounding.

with a single echo.

The light dyes everything and

the clear world disappears.

In a strange sensation where you feel the pain of swallowing fire and the warmth of soaking in a hot spring.

“…Could you wake up soon, boss? There are more than one or two people here waiting for the boss to open his eyes.”

The sound of the violin cuts off.

Following the somewhat tired voice, Charlotte slowly turned her head.

Then, putting down the violin that was resting on one shoulder, he opened his mouth quietly as he saw the gray-haired man smiling.

“A command to the master. What a cheeky hound.”

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[Rich sister woke up?!]

“Yes.”

[Wow, that’s a relief!]

Charlotte regained consciousness.

when I heard the news.

Of course, the ones who were most delighted were the Golden Dragon clan, including Ellis, who was guarding the outside of the hospital room.

But if you ask who was the most relieved, it was not a person, but a blue bird.

[Now you don’t have to stop the president’s sister from committing suicide! Yes?]

“It’s amazing. Having said that, it sounds like I may have attempted suicide by now.”

[…why don’t you say it’s not?]

“Because I’ve never thought of suicide.”

I wonder if you could do something like that yourself.

As an aide to the arrogant Golden Dragon Princess, Eris smiled and said,

And one more word.

“Just in case you didn’t know, I made a plan to make the miscellaneous things that got in the way of saving my princess pay for it, and to oxidize it together.”

[…]

That’s called suicide.

No, Na-kyung Yun swallowed back the point that had come out of her throat as a more serious act of self-destruction.

just a smiling face

In fact, it was because I could see that Alice’s eyes were 100% full of sincerity.

‘This unnie still has bad eyesight…’

It’s nothing new.

Right after Limon rescued him from the dungeon.

Alice’s condition had been like this ever since she saw Charlotte covered in blood and falling into a coin-bomb.

At least Charlotte wakes up and feels dramatically better.

In particular, when Charlotte’s unconsciousness continued for more than a week, I was afraid to approach her, let alone talk to her, so I had to avoid her.

Because there was no guarantee that she was an exception to the ‘thing’ she said.

I wonder if he even thought that Yekathrice was so beautifully insane.

‘I can see why the team leader couldn’t easily touch the Seven Dragons even in his prime…’

As long as the princess is there, the Seven Dragons are immortal.

No matter how much you kill it, it comes back to life.

But if you carelessly touch the princess, the rest of the clan will go berserk.

At this point, it was rather surprising that the world hadn’t collapsed even though Limon had killed the princess several times.

So it was.

Yuna-kyung carefully opened her beak.

[Are you going to the rich sister?]

“Yes, I am on my way with permission to wait on the princess.”

[That’s fortunate.]

Which is fortunate, that Elise’s condition has stabilized enough to be left to attend to her now.

The person who granted the permission was not someone who would make such a judgmental decision because he was paying attention to the likes of Elise.

To the extent that she kicked out Alice, who was trying to cling to Charlotte just because it interfered with her treatment, and didn’t even let her set foot in the hospital room until now.

That’s why Yuna-kyung followed Alice to Charlotte’s hospital room.

Seeing Charlotte regain consciousness, he was relieved that Elise would be more stable and that the Golden Dragon clan would not run out of control.

It included reassurance for other characters, though.

But right after entering Charlotte’s hospital room.

Yuna-kyung froze.

Damn!!!

deafening noise.

Cheeks with clear red handprints.

Hands still in the air.

Unlike usual, who were always drowsy and haughty, their golden eyes shining blue as if they were looking at enemies.

“Go away.”

In that way, not only Yuna-kyung but also Elise hardened after seeing a sight they couldn’t even imagine.

Charlotte glared at Limon, who had a calm expression even after being slapped by her, and let out an angry roar he had only uttered once in his life.

“Didn’t I tell you to get out of my sight right away!”