Solo Swordmaster

#613. Kindness is required.

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Clink.

“Princess, are you okay?”

“…it’s okay. Your clothes are not wet.”

A white-haired girl staring at a broken teacup.

Ainsha answered with an expressionless face as always.

And Tata, who confirmed her safety, calmly agreed as if she wasn’t too surprised.

“Before, every time you dropped it, you were covered in tea water, but now you are used to breaking tea cups.”

“of course. not that stupid Everyone gets used to breaking a teacup three times a day.”

“You are indeed wonderful.”

Looking at Ainsha who was boasting with an expressionless face.

Tata nodded with a face of sincere admiration.

The sword masters are resurrected.

After the foresight is also twisted.

The White Dragon clan, especially Ainsha, who had always relied on foreknowledge, was so confused in their senses that they often fell or dropped tableware.

But in just a few months, dropping a teacup has become rare.

It was a very embarrassing thing.

“More than that, I want to know if Tata Li Qingyu hasn’t answered yet.”

“yes. It looks like the Black Dragon Princess really wants to keep her sword skills hidden.”

“…”

“What would you like to do?”

“…to Li Qingyu. It’s an alliance break. And if it keeps going like this, it’s a war.”

“Wouldn’t it be too much to go to war?”

“Too much is Li Qingyu.”

You’d better be more careful.

Despite Tata’s advice as an aide, Ainsha did not change her mind.

I just spoke bluntly.

“Li Qingyu isn’t the only one who likes Lee. I need Lee’s kindness too.”

We know that Li Qingyu first became Li’s bride. As such, it is acceptable to claim priority to some extent.

But monopolizing Limon is unacceptable.

Whether as a princess of the Seven Dragons.

Whether as a girl in love.

Because she needed him.

…Including the gentleness of the night.

The pain that deepens just by remembering the hands that hugged her so tenderly.

In her instinctive desire to meet him soon, Ainsha finished her resolve to wage war with Li Qingyu.

The moment the tea cup is broken.

What I vaguely felt.

Although it is vague to be a prediction.

Too ominous to ignore.

Praying to the seven ancestors of the seven dragons that the strange intuition that I have to meet him right away is just a simple feeling.

* * *

Out of breath.

the heart tightens

Accident freezes.

Like a mouse before a snake.

Arbella stood stiff, unable to even dare to move her eyes, let alone breathe.

It wasn’t just her.

Of course, the other masters of the Dokryongdae.

Johanna, a superhuman of the absolute class, too.

Even Maia, who never forgot her pessimistic cynicism.

…Even the sword master Vlad and the running repair.

Those with powers beyond the realm of humans, who had been fighting fiercely until a while ago, remained silent without even moving.

and in the middle of it.

In the center of dead silence.

It was a man who was creating this strange atmosphere.

no movement.

without a change in facial expression.

just stand there

Silent white-haired man.

At first glance, the appearance did not seem to be much different from the others who were frozen.

But that’s an absurd illusion.

At least everyone in this room knew. No, I couldn’t have known.

That ‘he’ is different.

Just seeing him standing still made my heart beat like crazy and my blood cold.

And the cold sweat drenching my whole body and the goose bumps that sprouted all over my body were instinctively telling me beyond reason and judgment.

Right now at this moment.

if it moves at all.

That’s why you shouldn’t draw his attention.

That’s why the silence started.

Even though breathing is blocked due to the sound of breathing, and the sound of my own heart feels like thunder, I suffer from the urge to stop my heart altogether.

The silence created by everyone, regardless of enemy, seemed to continue unbroken forever.

It didn’t matter though.

No, I’d rather do that.

Too many to be anyone thought, hoped, and prayed casually.

Wood deok!

But for a moment.

Everyone’s faces were distorted.

There was an existence that mercilessly broke this precarious silence that they had guarded with all their might.

An alter ego created by Vlad.

Although it has power comparable to that of the Sword Master.

As soon as it was created, it was half smashed and crashed, regenerating its broken body and raising its body.

Its regenerative power is truly amazing.

Based on the vision of the Dark Dawn Society, it was the life force worthy of the essence of black magic, using the sword master’s blood and even the demon’s blood droplets.

However, not only the others, but even Vlad, who actually created the alter ego, had no choice but to put on a horrendous expression.

It wasn’t just that the silence they fought for was broken.

It was because he used his strength to regenerate his injuries, and strong black magic energy came out from his alter ego again.

And…

Seruk.

slow.

But clearly.

A white-haired man with his head up.

The moment when Vlad’s alter ego, exuding the energy of black magic, seemed to be reflected in his vertically split pupils.

Quaang!

The clone flew again.

Limon didn’t do anything this time either.

without even stepping out.

I didn’t even wield a sword.

Just by looking at it, it suddenly bounced off like a deer hit by a truck.

Chow!

Fortunately.

Or unfortunately.

This time, the alter ego was not defenselessly attacked.

The invisible power was blocked with a spear and the impact was dispersed by pushing itself backwards.

Even the alter ego doesn’t stop there, it raises a bloody spear and counterattacks against Limon….

Suddenly!

flashes drawn.

One arm flying.

The sword, swung at a speed that even the sword master could not perceive, cut through his alter ego like that.

The moment I was about to be swung again to finish it off.

『

Thorns That Pierces Death

Terminating.

Elysion

Ἠλύσιον]

Vlad threw out his spear.

It wasn’t for the sake of the alter ego.

Once Limon starts moving, it’s his next turn.

So, it was because instinct, before the sword master’s intuition, told him that he had to move even now.

That’s why it was a quick and stealthy blow.

To penetrate even space.

It can pierce even the sword’s defense.

The sword, perfect for a surprise attack, crossed the space and pierced Limon’s heart.

tall.

“…?!”

no i had to stab it

Unless the window suddenly stopped.

Of course, it was not Vlad’s own will.

It is because the space that should have been pierced like paper at the end of the spear was densely entangled like a spider’s web and clung to the spearhead.

…as if he knew in advance that Vlad would ambush him at this moment.

‘no way…!’

think of something

Vlad raised his head.

Limon stopped cutting his alter ego and turned his head towards himself.

As soon as his eyes met, Vlad, who placed the spear held in space, reflexively pulled himself out.

Roaring!

What rages is a heat wave.

As if a whirlwind of flames that could turn even a sword master into ashes in an instant exploded in the air and disappeared.

Vlad snatched the bloody spear that had bounced off in the heat.

Then, before he knew it, he swung at Limon with all his might.

Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

the air vibrates

The earth collapses.

Not to mention something exquisite.

A simple strike that is hard to even call a swordsmanship.

Even so, it is strength that rips the grip holding the spear and makes the joints of the arms and shoulders creak just by blocking it.

Its monstrous strength far surpasses even a sword master with a perfect body, and exerts pressure like a mountain.

However, no matter how overwhelming the difference in strength is, he is a sword master.

Vlad skillfully twisted the spearhead to let the enormous power flow, and instead tried to counterattack by using the principle of the sarangbalcheongeun.

Quadduk.

…just before that.

Scales grew on Limon’s hands.

If the monstrous power that had weighed down the window hadn’t doubled.

Even the principle of four thousand pounds overpowering thousand pounds with four thousand pounds can’t handle ten thousand pounds.

Wouldn’t it be unknown if it was a swordsmith that reached the extreme of competent steelmaking or a swordsman who overturned causality.

Even with the skills of a sword master, the overwhelming power that made it difficult to shed it now kept her ankles pinned to the ground.

The moment Vlad gritted his teeth as he looked at the bloody spear that was slowly beginning to crack.

Dig!

A bloody flash cut through the air.

The clone, whose severed arm had been regenerated, rushed from behind Limon and threw a spear.

Even though it didn’t contain the sword, it was a blow that perfectly reproduced Vlad’s strength and spearmanship.

Even Limon seemed close to impossible to counter that blow while facing Vlad.

Caang!

however.

The impossible is done.

It’s like there’s no need to even look back.

In the palm of Limon’s arm, which he held out behind his back.

Even though it is a duplicate, the sword master’s power and skill are captured like an arrow hitting a castle wall without even making a single wound.

Still holding down himself with the sword in one hand, taking out the clone’s spear with his bare hands.

Trembling at the unbelievable sight.

Vlad took advantage of Limon’s distraction and tried to get his body out.

damn

But that’s just a vain wish.

Before I even pulled my feet off the ground.

Limon mercilessly swung his sword at Vlad, who was chained in ice that covered his knees before he knew it.

Aaaaaaaaagh!

“Cuck!”

“Kyaaak!”

I blocked it with a window.

Even so, Vlad flew like a sheet of paper with a shock that seemed to break his whole body.

Even Johanna, who had received Vlad through the barrier of the cross, which had been shattered because she was in the far back, was thrown out together.

Limon let go of the spear he was holding and turned his eyes to the alter ego who was trying to free himself.

standing tall

It’s like being caught on something.

The alter ego that stopped after stepping back.

It didn’t even end there.

As if being crushed by an invisible press.

The alter ego’s limbs were dislocated one by one, and the body began to distort.

broken joints. Blood pouring from ears, nose and eyes. Broken ribs, collapsed shoulders, strangely twisted necks, and so on.

Maybe it’s because he has the regenerative power of black magic in addition to the strong body of a sword master.

Toward the alter ego that endured even when the whole body was smashed.

Limon held out a hand.

After clenching my fist.

Chaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

There were no more human figures left there.

Only the remnants of something torn to pieces were scattered in the air along with the rain of blood.

Roaring!

It seems that even the leftovers are unacceptable.

In the midst of the flames that rose in the air devouring not only the pieces of flesh but also the drops of blood.

Vlad collapses.

Until the alter ego is slaughtered.

On one side of the narrow lake shore.

still stiff.

The running repairman, unable to breathe and watching, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It wasn’t just because Limon, who had been watching the remains of his alter ego with no expression on his face, suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, it was because of the shadow cast in front of him.

at an invisible speed.

A man appeared in front of him.

it’s so familiar

somehow strange

Looking at those golden eyes filled with reptile-like violence and ruthless instinct, devoid of any warmth or rationality.

The running repairman couldn’t help but tremble.

I knew it instinctively.

This white-haired man is neither his boss nor his teacher.

That he is a mad beast without reason or mercy, relentlessly tearing down anything in sight.

Are there enemies to be killed?

Or is it prey?

Or is it a usable female?

The ferocious eyes of the beast looking at him as if observing it were proving that fact.

Still, she couldn’t resist.

As a prey before a predator.

It is meaningless to resist this beast, who has an overwhelmingly higher rank than himself, so he must just follow him.

Because the instincts she had learned as a beast and her heart beating like crazy, contrary to her rigid body, were telling her.

therefore.

whether it is expected

is it fear

Is it excitement?

don’t even know yourself

The moment Suri, running in intense emotion, swallowed a dry saliva.

“Swordsmith.”

What echoes the air is an ice-cold voice.

“I command you with the power of scales.”

Showing him the Libra tattoo on his wrist that

he had been getting for this moment .

Maia ordered.

“Now…”

It was fleeting.

before speaking.

Because I know the result this word will call.

Even though I had already made up my mind, I was caught unconscious and hesitated for a very moment, less than a full second.

But Maia realized.

that it was a mistake

that brief moment.

Limon, who disappeared in front of the running eagle and appeared in front of him, was holding a sword.

It’s too late now.

Limon’s sword would slash her throat before he could invoke the power of the balance and give orders.

Still, I can’t give up.

Even if we die together, only to buy time to complete the order.

The moment Maia tried to push forward with one arm as a shield.

tall.

out of thin air.

The sword suddenly stopped.

Even if it was a moment of less than a second, Maia saw it in a rigid state that was too long to be a coincidence.

Reason came to mind in the golden eyes that disappeared.

like waiting for something

Or rather, as if to urge.

So still and still.

Looking at the golden light that did not lose its last sense of dignity even while being devoured by the instinct and madness of the magic spell.

It’s a moment to shake your eyes.

The moment when Maia opened her mouth again and her white scale tattoo shone.

“Go to sleep.”

on an expressionless face.

with a faint smile.

Limon held the spinning sword upside down and gripped the blade with his hand that glowed with black scales.

And…

Fuuk!

The sword of the last Sword Master, who had been cutting down all the enemies of mankind while protecting the world all his life…

pierced the mad dragon’s heart.