Solo Swordmaster

#554. Even if it’s a mental victory.

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‘What happened?’

The elder of the Red Dragon Clan who guarded the kingdom with the Zealots.

Omar groaned.

yesternight.

An earthquake strikes Cairo with a terrifying roar from the other side of the sky.

After the roar and vibration that had shook the heavens and earth for nearly an hour suddenly stopped at some point.

With the 1st Corps guarding Cairo on full alert, he stayed up all night trying to find out the cause of this situation.

But it didn’t work.

All I could find was the far south of the turmoil.

In other words, it is only that it originated near the garrison of the allied forces currently invading Egypt.

Even if a reconnaissance plane or drone was sent, it was impossible to find out the cause because it was destroyed in the middle of the jokjok.

‘At first, I wondered if the princess had moved up the operation…’

The only thing I guessed was that a Hasneti class was planned for tomorrow.

However, that speculation was also denied.

Wouldn’t it be better to evaporate a few mountains?

Even for Hasneti, who is the most specialized in extensive destruction in the Seven Dragons, it was close to impossible to cause an hour-long shock that would make the entire continent tremble.

‘…if it’s not even the princess?’

It made me want to go and check it out myself.

However, he, who was responsible for the defense of Cairo and the palace, could not leave his seat recklessly.

So he had no choice but to stay up all night and watch the southern sky.

It was thanks to that.

still deep in the morning.

A gas that flew from the southern sky.

The reason why he was the first to greet the SDW X-17 with clear bullet marks everywhere, as if he had come across a battlefield.

“Welcome, Princess…”

“What about the war?”

“yes?”

“What about the Allies? What information have you obtained so far? Did you send a search party?”

Omar, who was greeting the princess who had suddenly returned from an expedition, was taken aback by the sudden question.

But Hasneti didn’t explain to him.

what is so urgent

After asking a series of questions.

I just checked for the last time with light expectations and deep anxiety.

“Has my concubine ever returned?”

“Do you mean the swordsman?”

Why are you asking yourself about Limon?

When Omar questioned Hasneti, she gave up the faint hope she had.

Instead, he just opened his mouth with an ice-cold face.

“Nadia.”

“yes.”

“Prepare a search party immediately. I will start right there.”

“It is too dangerous for the princess to go by herself. When will the sword masters appear again…”

“I never asked for your opinion.”

“…your princess.”

while holding the cage.

With a clear handprint on his neck.

The girl who got off with Hasneti.

Nadia bowed her head at the callous command.

She is the one who helped Limon storm the Allies instead of Hasneti.

At the point of deceiving the beloved princess and committing such a thing, he had committed a crime that deserved death.

However, I did not regret that choice.

if it hadn’t been

Also attacked the allied forces.

Even falling into their trap.

Even fighting the Sword Master.

And after the fierce battle of the night is over.

Even after it was confirmed that the three Sword Masters had returned to the peacekeeper camp, they did not return, and contact was cut off, so they could not even confirm whether they were alive or dead.

Because it would have been Hasneti.

That is why she accepted the collusion with him.

If you had to risk your life between Limon and Hasneti, who would you choose?

It was to the point of wanting to stop Hasneti from directly searching for Limon.

But I couldn’t.

Being able to stop Hasneti, who was about to run to the fierce battlefield last night, was a half-miracle.

If it was blocked more than this, it would fall from Nadia’s neck.

…It would have been the end of Limon’s life if it became clear that something was wrong anyway.

It didn’t matter though.

Nadia is Hasneti’s aide.

Because he was a servant and a tool who could do anything for the princess he respected.

He was only worried that Hasneti would be okay even after losing the side room he cherished and even himself, who was an aide to him.

‘It would be nice if the swordsman was safe…’

“Prepare Omar’s helicopter.”

“Yes, Princess.”

That’s how Hasneti gave instructions as if it was a waste of time to maintain the SDW X-17.

While Elder Omar is flustered, he prepares the chopper.

The moment Nadia was about to move to organize a search party to find Limon.

Phaging.

“…!”

space twists.

A single figure rose.

Hasneti, who was reflexively wary of the sudden appearance, soon opened her eyes wide.

The opponent I was looking for so much.

This is because a blonde-tanned boy suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Sorry for being late, Pharaoh.”

a little bit awkward

Again, a bit disappointing.

And I feel a bit sorry.

Limon had a faint smile that seemed to disappear at any moment.

“I’m a little tired, so wait a minute… I’ll rest.”

fluff.

A body falling forward.

accepting him

Hasneti hardened.

The blood stained the brown skin and the scars all over the small body.

And…

the knife stuck in his back.

Eyelids drooping weakly.

Arms drooping like a corpse.

Hasneti’s pupils dilated, making it impossible to breathe.

“…of course.”

Is it instinct or a maddening feeling to let out a trembling voice even in shock that even the heart stops?

I put away the reasons that don’t matter anyway.

With a distorted face that couldn’t be found the usual coolness.

she cried out like a squeeze.

“Call the royal doctor right now!!!”

* * *

“Are you feeling better?”

“Whoa, are you worried about me?”

“Anyway, an injury is an injury.”

“If you hit it like that, your junior would get hurt too, right?”

“Compared to my senior, this is just a scratch.”

Billy scratched the back of his head.

Of course, from the bandaged cheek to the throbbing shoulder.

The small pain felt all over the body was too stinging to be a simple scratch.

Even so, the reason why Billy has no choice but to think of his wounds as nothing is because Joan of Arc was in a bad condition.

Arms and legs, of course.

down to the flanks.

Of course, bandages were wrapped all over her slender body.

Even the paler complexion than usual or the weak smile.

Everything was telling me how big her injuries were.

“Anyway, Master is really great too.”

That’s why Billy stuck out his tongue.

Swordswoman Joan of Arc is the most skilled sword master in the history of mankind.

Her swordsmanship was so close to invincibility that she didn’t even get hurt even after fighting 8 sword masters for a while.

How could you inflict such an injury on her?

It was hard to believe even after seeing it.

However, considering the process, it was also a result that I had no choice but to accept.

“I knew from the beginning that he was a nobleman who didn’t care about means, but I didn’t know that he would go this far.”

If it was a head-to-head match.

Even if the opponent is Limon.

Even if it was a one-on-one fight.

Even if he couldn’t win, he wouldn’t have lost easily.

However, the way Limon attacked Joan of Arc was neither a win, a duel, nor a fight to the death.

Of course, he disguised himself as Hasneti and caught them off guard by pretending to fall into a trap.

The way Joan of Arc created a gap by deliberately surrendering and provoking was the way of an assassin, not a swordsman.

Of course she’s a swordsmith. No matter how excited he was

, he was an invincible superman who could stop

an assassin or something… no, even a surprise attack by another sword master.

The problem was that what Limon used was a black sword.

Black Rashid al-Din Sinan.

A sword master who was originally an assassin.

As he was from, his intangible sword, which cuts through all signs and forms, was thoroughly specialized in ambush.

Even Limon rated him as the most threatening among the Sword Masters.

Because I was stabbed by such a sword.

No matter how much it was, Zandarc couldn’t be safe.

At least it ended up as an injury because the swordsmanship of the intangible sword that Limon imitated was incomplete.

If only the perfection of the sword was a little higher.

Or, if it had been Billy, not Joan of Arc, who received the surprise attack, the injury might not have ended, which gave me goosebumps.

In that respect, I should have admired her for stopping Limon’s ambush…

“I’m sorry junior.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s because of me that I missed you.”

Joan of Arc sighed.

without succumbing to provocation.

If you prevented that ambush.

At least, if he hadn’t been shaken by the sudden change in his appearance the moment Billy’s knife was stuck in the fight that followed.

Of course, if I didn’t miss Limon so easily, I could have ended it on the spot.

But Billy comforted her on the contrary.

“Don’t beat yourself up so much. It was a surprise that no one could stop.”

“I think a Gandhi junior would have stopped it.”

“…She doesn’t have a human body, does she?”

Joan of Arc, of course.

Even though he was slightly injured.

After fighting at the forefront yesterday, he clicked his tongue as he remembered the unusually strong priest even by the standards of a sword master who had not left a single bruise.

Billy added one more word.

“Besides, that man won’t be safe either. It’s like we ate each other.”

“Even after digging a trap and fighting 3 to 1, didn’t I already lose at the point where I was more seriously injured?”

“Skip the minor errors. There is a word called mental victory, right?”

“It’s a mental victory. I don’t know what you mean, but it sounds like a great word.”

I feel like I’m not feeling well.

Seeing Joan of Arc laughing weakly, Billy scratched the back of his head.

In fact, he knew too.

The result may be close to a draw, but in terms of content, yesterday’s fight was no different from a crushing defeat.

I dug a trap, convinced that I could definitely kill him, and I got the opportunity to kill him several times while chasing him one-sidedly as he actually ran away.

In the end, while Limon escaped.

Joan of Arc is seriously injured.

Looking at the results alone, it was more like giving in return and receiving in words.

‘This is why that man is scary.’

If it’s black, just watch out for ambush.

A nobleman who doesn’t care about means is even more disgustingly strong than black.

that there are no monsters

While sticking out his tongue, Billy got to the point.

“By the way, senior. I heard that old man, Pascal, asked what it would be like if he sent his senior back and called for the death penalty instead…”

“I’m not going.”

“…Why don’t you think about it for a while?”

“Even if you worry about it, it’s the same.”

twirling

Unlike the weak smile of a while ago, he had a soft but clear smile.

Joan of Arc continued.

“Because I haven’t saved my brother from the Red Lizard yet.”

“…”

Billy made an ambiguous expression.

It was because I didn’t know how to react to seeing Limon suddenly change into a brown-skinned boy yesterday.

Of course, considering Limon’s personality, it was highly likely that it was a ploy to agitate Joan of Arc.

Actually, it was because of that that I missed Limon.

But what if that’s not camouflage?

Being teased by the Red Dragon Princess.

If the tanned boy who used to call them brothers and sisters was originally him…

“Above all, don’t forget junior.”

Unlike Billy, who was groaning at a family he didn’t want to imagine, Joan of Arc was not at all agitated.

In a sweet voice as always.

However, it was only more firmly asserted.

“Even if my body is not whole, there is no sword master who is stronger in war than me.”