Solo Swordmaster

#543. give me a prize

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The weak meat.

survival of the fittest.

The strong prey on the weak.

The one who survives becomes stronger.

It is a universal truth because it is the most basic and cannot be escaped from humans to beasts.

That is why the Red Dragon Clan never avoids struggle.

Fighting is a contest of strength.

It is only when it is confirmed who is stronger that the weak are taken away and subdued, feel the need for power, and the strong gain greater power and rights and prosper.

In the meantime, if confusion arises.

Whether you lose is yourself.

It doesn’t matter.

If a wild beast lives its entire life in a zoo, it loses its claws and becomes a livestock.

It was the way and pride of the Red Dragon Clan, the descendents of the Fighting Dragon Patriarch, to die fighting rather than be weeded out in peace.

when he was defeated by Rose before.

That’s why Hasneti surrendered.

The territory, the wealth, and the partner you want.

All you can get is the strong.

After losing the duel, he didn’t deserve Limon.

Above all, winning or losing is a sick boss.

Even if she lost now, she was determined to win him back by winning next time.

…at least until then.

But time goes by.

The more I see him going to meet other princesses one after another even after leaving Africa.

That resolution was shaken.

Let’s beat Rose.

Will that end?

What about the cunning Li Qingyu?

Ainsha who reads the future?

Who is Maia who is more persistent than anyone else?

What about Yekathrice, who doesn’t know what she’s up to?

Above all, who is the strongest and most perfect Charlotte in the Seven Dragons?

Can you beat all the other six princesses looking for a chance to get Limon?

Even if she wins, what if the other princesses challenge her again? Will you be able to protect him to the end?

What if you lose even once?

What if I lose him again because of that?

Hasneti, who had already had him stolen by Rose, was driven mad just to imagine that he might go through it again.

So it was.

The moment I saw him dressed up.

It’s also crazy that he might look like this in front of other princesses.

The anxiety that this might be the last chance to get his hands on him, so he stopped covering the means.

That he became obsessed with making sure he couldn’t leave him.

And…

“You don’t know.”

Right now at this moment.

The reason why he stared straight at the platinum-haired nun who was aiming a sword at him with burning eyes.

“…You would have said that child was my younger brother?”

“I heard that my aide turned down the offer to be your brother.”

“Regardless of the father or mother, I already consider my sister like family.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“….”

“Whether he is your brother or not, he is already my concubine.”

Sword Joan of Arc.

Only 13 sword masters in history.

Among them, the monster that caused a mad march to slash the sword king and almost destroy England.

Staring straight at her, who is rare even among sword masters who can dare to compete.

Hasneti snarled.

“Don’t let outsiders get involved in the affairs between me and the concubine.”

He already owns it.

whether compulsory by contract.

Whether it’s just a formal relationship.

As long as he acknowledged and accepted it himself, it is a fact that no one dares to deny.

He had no right to come between him and himself to something like a sword master.

Looking at the tyrant who speaks fiercely.

At the end of a slight tilt of the head.

Joan of Arc asked.

“You still want to intervene?”

“I will kill you.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

head tilted in the opposite direction.

Blinking blue eyes.

“me? you?”

It’s so absurd that I can’t tell if it’s true or a joke.

repeating those words.

At the end of staring at her.

Joan of Arc laughed, realizing that it was seriousness only after seeing the bloody eyes full of blood.

twirling

“If you can, do it, Red Lizard.”

It’s good no matter what you do.

He said he would back down even if he hurt himself.

More kind and kind.

That’s why, looking at her, who makes even the words that should be arrogant feel like a creepy, obvious fact.

Hasneti gritted his teeth.

She knew too.

If he was in a dragon state, he wouldn’t know, but he couldn’t defeat the Sword Master without the support of the Flame Dragon.

But I couldn’t back off.

When I first saw Joan of Arc.

No, to be precise, it was because I instinctively felt it from the moment I felt the strange gaze directed at Limon.

‘This’ is the enemy.

threatening yourself.

take him away to yourself.

It will be your most dangerous enemy.

Unlike other princesses, once stolen, she can never be regained.

That’s why, like a dragon who welcomed a warrior who came to plunder the treasure he gained through blood and fight for a long time with only a sword.

Even knowing that you can’t win.

to protect valuables.

Hasneti holds flames in both hands.

The moment Joan of Arc was about to move towards her.

“stop!”

between the two.

A boy interrupted.

“Stop it, sister.”

“Limore, I am trying to help you.”

“I told you I was fine”

“….”

Small and dwarf back.

Tattered and torn clothes.

Looking at Limon, who could not be seen anywhere, with his arms wide open, blocking Joan of Arc.

Hasneti was silent.

It’s because I couldn’t understand his behavior that wrapped himself in the subject that he tried to deceive himself and run away.

but right after that.

She forgot the question.

“I am the Pharaoh’s concubine of my own will. So stop doing this.”

being fooled by oneself

questioning its sincerity.

I was about to be overtaken.

The actions of Limon, who chose to protect herself to the end, shook her heart.

…okay.

It was like that from the beginning.

He is Limon Asfelder.

Whether you reject yourself or run away.

He was the strongest of the strong who could do anything he wanted.

But even though he prepared to run away, he didn’t deny himself by force.

He eventually sided with her even though he could have been freed if he had left him to die fighting the Sword Master on his own accord.

The moment you understand that fact.

Hasneti felt the rage and nervousness seething in his heart as it evaporated.

Instead, what soars is…

…ecstasy.

“Did you see it?”

should have realized

But I realized too late.

So in a deeper satisfaction.

With a smile on his always cold face.

She embraces Limon, who has been protecting her, and faces Joan of Arc.

“He is mine.”

Maybe it’s because I didn’t know how to hug her all of a sudden.

She was all the more convinced of his actions, which she couldn’t bear to shake herself off, even though she was startled by the elastic pressure on her back.

I’ve said it several times so far.

What I didn’t believe in myself.

―The fact that he has already become his own.

Of course it’s formal.

I just became a sidekick because of a promise.

Just as he tried to deceive himself and run away, he might have come to hate her in his heart.

But something like that.

It didn’t matter anyway.

Whether you like her or hate her.

At least as long as he maintained his status as a concubine, he proved to himself that he could never leave him.

and another one.

“…Rimor is not a slave to the Red Lizard.”

“But it’s my concubine.”

“Even a married couple can ignore each other’s wishes and do anything.”

“You must have heard it already? This is what my concubine wants for herself.”

well done

“Pharaoh!”

Limon screamed in embarrassment or anger the moment he bit the ear lobe with the red jewel dangling from it.

But she felt

the muffled sound of that voice.

My body trembled when my teeth touched.

More than anything else, the stronger heartbeat and the strange heat that came from the back pressing down on the chest were telling me.

whatever the heart

Right now at this moment.

his body.

that you want yourself

Including the fact that the heat she had consistently carved into his body so far remained intact in Limon.

I just didn’t realize it because I was blinded by my own impatience and hot lust.

So, Hasneti asked happily.

“Do you want to prove it in front of your eyes?”

“…”

If you still don’t know that he is yours, I will show you more clearly.

Hasneti, who was tearing at Limon’s half-torn clothes with her fingernails.

I just put on a complicated expression.

can’t shake that hand.

Joan of Arc, who gazed at Limon’s disheveled appearance, eventually took the sword aimed at Hasneti.

“I’ll step away for today.”

You can do anything you want to save by force.

But knowing that wasn’t what Limon wanted, he said he would do it at this level.

speak softly

Joan of Arc chuckled.

“Be careful instead.”

“…”

“Because I’ll be watching from now on.”

If she crosses the line.

So, when the moment comes when he rejects him, he will swing his sword without hesitation.

with a smiling face.

But with eyes without a smile.

After Joan of Arc leaves the place, leaving a kind warning.

Hasneti laughed.

“Huh-huh…”

Even as a princess.

Not even as a soldier or soldier.

In the joy and satisfaction of defeating competitors as a single female and winning her own mate.

she understood

Why did Rose smile like that when she snatched Limon right in front of her in the past?

I’m sure his expression now matches hers perfectly.

one if there is another.

“She thinks she can take you from me. There is absolutely no way that would happen.”

“…”

“Isn’t it?”

It seems like you have to answer.

at the softly urged words.

Limon, who had been silent, closed his eyes.

“It is as the Pharaoh said.”

The answer I was already expecting.

Even so, I am satisfied with the words that make my lips curl.

Hasneti whispered again.

“-Good job.”

Did you answer well?

Or maybe he chose to stay by her side instead of running away with her like he did with Rose.

Or is it both.

Hasneti didn’t bother explaining.

Anyway, that doesn’t matter anymore.

The important thing was that unlike before, he wasn’t taken away this time.

“So I’ll give you a prize.”

“…!”

good job

bite the nape

Was it because he thought he might be overheard by the swordsman or because he was concerned about the blue bird struggling under his feet while being tied up tightly?

He kept his mouth shut and hid his moans.

However, the fluttering eyelashes and the hotter body are so honest.

so that.

I sincerely think.

‘I don’t care about power anymore.’

Although it has overwhelming power enough to kill itself in an instant.

bound by promises

He has now given up even resistance.

The fact that you can make them suffer with just a slight bite and a slip of your finger makes you feel all sorts of emotions.

A low sense of conquest.

dirty immorality.

sticky joy.

In the whirlpool of turbid passion, she smiled coldly.

I know this isn’t right.

But it doesn’t matter.

Whether this way is right or wrong.

whether you are stronger or weaker.

He knew that until he fulfilled his promise, he would never leave his side, nor would he reject it.

On the contrary, it also meant that if he finished his promise, he would always run away from him.

So it was rather good.

If you can’t keep your promise.

For example…

Cut off both of his hands right away.

If you don’t let me make pieces like that again.

He won’t be able to get out of his arms forever.

That’s why he embraces and covets his partner, who has already become certain that only he can monopolize it.

The love-crazed tyrant was immersed in such a hot passion.

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“Ummm, the ambassador?”

“Senior.”

“…Yes, senior. It’s because I don’t understand well.”

I don’t seem to understand at all.

After scratching the back of the head.

Billy asked shyly.

“Why do you ask me why a person who has a crush on a bad girl can’t leave even though she is being bullied?”

It seems so natural.

With a twinkling smile.

Joan of Arc responded softly.

“That’s right, junior is a mess.”