Solo Swordmaster

#633. What are you doing?

it was an order.

Even Limon himself could not go against the restrictions of the balance using 10 balance weights.

It wasn’t a command.

Even if force was used, it was a request and a question that left room for rejection.

But it was an order.

In that she could never refuse, that request was more coercive than any coercion.

“…What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?”

nevertheless.

no, rather that’s why.

Forget the usual pessimistic cynicism.

He held out the ring to Maia, who was looking at her with shaking eyes.

Limon said calmly.

“You are proposing.”

“proposal of marriage…?”

“okay.”

“Are you talking to me?”

“that’s right.”

It’s like I can’t even believe it.

After watching Limon for a long time.

A question that purrs from bluish white lips.

“You mean to make me your bride to prevent me from misusing the nectar?”

“There is a reason for that.”

“…If it’s not because of that, I guess it means you’re taking responsibility for forcibly holding me.”

“Well, maybe.”

repeated positivity.

But a faint negative.

If so, what is the real reason he proposed to her?

Looking at Maia, who raised her eyebrows at the ambiguous answer that came back after repeatedly asking questions to find out the answer.

said Limon.

“Don’t look for reasons. Because it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Did you say the reason didn’t matter?”

“huh.”

After nodding slowly.

in soft golden eyes.

keep her figure

“It’s not the reason that matters, it’s just that I’m broken in the end.”

* * *

He lived a long life.

And that much has changed.

Still, the most essential part has not changed.

It was because he had to do so in order not to go crazy like other sword masters and to remain as the guardian of mankind.

But Maia said.

To live is change.

That he should change too.

And Limon didn’t know either.

that he has already changed.

It was impossible for him in the past to join hands with the Seven Dragons and marry Li Qingyu.

Rather so.

he continued to ponder.

Is this choice really right?

Can I still trust the Seven Dragons?

And can he really change like this?

As a guardian of mankind who has protected the world and must protect it, it was an unstoppable worry.

However, after falling into the intoxication, he finally realized it after seeing the video left by me and Plato.

Just like the words of Unryeongsa, who smiled coolly after admitting that there is no such thing as perfection in the world after all, even though he had pursued ideas all his life.

Humans can’t be perfect.

There is no set answer either.

change or not change.

In the end it doesn’t matter.

As long as he is alive, he will continue to ponder and find a slightly better answer even if he cannot be perfect, because

that was the last advice Plato left to him through the seal that could only be released when he cut off the illusion called ‘idea’.

And there was another woman who made it clearer than Plato.

only to be his bride.

Make an elixir of immortality.

By poisoning the entire human race.

The princess who conquered the world.

Still, if that was the only thing, I might have calmly accepted it.

She, who found a way for all mankind to prosper, deserves to be his bride.

But Maia didn’t stop there.

I stopped him from running amok.

I risked my life to save him.

He devoted himself to healing him.

The tenacity with all his body and mind made even the guardian god of mankind, who had lived a long time, finally admit the truth.

Just like when he admitted defeat to Li Qingyu, who had achieved world peace.

No, more perfect than then.

he was defeated

That it was Maia who won.

Unlike other princesses, she doesn’t use shortcuts.

Prove yourself only with the straight method without acquiring the stakes of other clans.

Even so, he couldn’t let go of her, who left a deep scar in his heart.

All reasons and needs.

Let go of guilt and responsibility.

just as a man.

So, instead of acknowledging her qualifications as a priest, she asked to be her own bride.

Limon continued.

“I’m sorry, but I have no veto.”

“…”

“Until you accept my marriage proposal, I will never give up and will do anything in the future.”

“…You’re such an asshole that you can say such things to someone you raped.”

“You get brazen when you get older.”

Maia’s half habitual.

But despite the half-sincere vitriol, Limon did not erase his smile.

Instead, he just smiled mischievously.

“Especially if it’s to catch an opponent you shouldn’t miss.”

It’s definitely a smiling face.

There is no such thing as a joke.

Look into those serious golden eyes.

And at the end of looking at the man who hadn’t even thought to hear the words of rejection in the first place with an indescribable expression.

Maia opened her blue-white lips.

“…don’t forget.”

I’m going to go to the middle of the day.

Remove the gloves that cover your wrists.

Slowly stretch out your thin, white left hand.

“If you had done this and abandoned me, you would not let me go.”

If that were the case, the nectar sold all over the world would turn into a drug or poison overnight.

Unlike sharp threats.

with a faint voice.

trembling fingers.

“don’t worry.”

hold that hand

Looking up at Maia.

Limon said calmly.

“I swear by my sword that it will never happen.”

Swoop.

It’s an iron-blooded oath.

With a promise that is more absolute than ten weights that a sword master stakes his sword on.

To the feeling transmitted to the slender fingers.

trembling long eyelashes.

Maia closed her eyes.

I hoped so much, but it was so unexpected, so happy, so dreamlike.

And the warmth of the ring on the ring finger that felt warm even though it was made of emerald.

It tightened her heart in a different way than before, and made her, who was always pessimistic, no longer able to hold on to her cynicism.

Startle.

But after a while.

trembling involuntarily.

Maia opened her eyes again.

“…what are you doing?”

“What do you think you are doing?”

Limon smiled and asked back.

And at the end of silence, feeling the touch of his lips lightly touching the back of his hand.

Maia opened her mouth with a quiet voice that had a different meaning than before.

“You must be a beast.”

“well. If you want to blame, shouldn’t you blame the person who allowed you to be the bride of the beast?”

“I will correct it. You are just trash.”

“That’s right.”

“…”

“So please forgive me if I do something a little trashy.”

speaking shamelessly.

holding her hand.

While kissing the white skin again.

Limon hesitated.

His eyes were fixed on the bruises that still faintly remained on her wrists even after dozens of days had passed.

Maia’s eyebrows twitched as she saw Limon put on a bitter expression, as if his brazenness from earlier had been a lie.

And after a moment of silence.

Finally, he slowly reached out and stroked his cheek.

“What are you doing?”

“…”

“The bride is waiting for you, who is like trash.”

The subject of forcing her to become a priest because he had several brides and even having raped her was not enough.

Is there any reason to hesitate any more?

Cynical as always.

So, after hearing her words, Limon smiled and pulled Maia’s wrist again.

Wrap your arms around your thin waist.

hugging her slender body.

Slowly lower your head.

….

There was no sound.

Like a butterfly sitting on a flower.

Just soft and quiet.

There was only warmth layered on the cool blue-white lips.

Nevertheless, the touch is so warm, soft, and kind.

realize all over again

This is only the second.

It was a kiss with Limon, who shuffled all night and never had a chance to touch.

Even compared to the first one, which was forced by borrowing the power of balance, it is so shallow and simple that it feels as if it has not been reached.

But that’s why I get drunk with the warmer warmth.

with an arm around his neck.

She closed her eyes.

And….

Squeeze.

Above the flowers in the artificial flower garden.

One thin hem of clothing.

flowed down

* * *

“Creepy!”

the moment you open your mouth.

blood gushing out.

And a body that sits down without power.

Trying to get up again just wriggles.

He despaired at his own condition, where he was covered in blood and could not even lift his sword.

‘how!’

If this was a solo defeat.

I would have just regretted it.

No matter how much he is one of the world’s eight greatest masters and a player called the Grand Duke of Fuma by outsiders, he is an unequivocal human being.

Heaven is wide.

There are many virtuous directors.

Being defeated by a weirdo who popped out of nowhere was not something that was impossible, even if it was resentful.

But those who fell around.

In other words, it was not easy to accept that he was defeated even after fighting alongside his sworn brothers, who were called the Six Magicians.

Even if they have not reached the level of a great supply player, their training pass, which they have been training together in dungeons for a long time, is perfect.

Even against the monarch, he was confident that he would not easily lose, even if he could not win.

Even the 500 behind them?

not a common person

Not even an ordinary uninhabited person.

500 masters who have all reached the highest level.

A power that could destroy even a tolerable country gathered from all the sects in this area overnight was lost to just one person?

Even with just one sword?

I couldn’t believe it.

no i didn’t want to believe it

“Cool cool cool cool!”

But what can I do?

whether he believes it or not.

Doesn’t reality change?

After coughing up a few more handfuls of blood, Grand Duke Fuma raised his head.

And he gnashed his teeth as he glared at the stranger who subdued himself, his sworn brothers, and masters with a single sword.

“I don’t know what kind of witchcraft she used, but don’t like her.”

“….”

“They will never miss you…!”

fluff.

Maybe it’s because he squeezed out his last strength?

Leaving him unconscious, she slowly turned her head.

And he thought after confirming that none of the hundreds of drummers in the vicinity, including Duke Puma, were dead or seriously injured.

‘It may have been a mistake.’

set foot on this land

when not too long ago

If I hadn’t come across something like that.

No, even if you met, if you just passed by pretending not to know.

Or if you killed these intruders as an example instead of just subduing them.

There would not have been such a useless ankle getting caught, and it would have been possible to arrive at the destination earlier.

If you think so.

it may have been a mistake

However, she only regrets her own shortcomings and inadequacies.

I did not regret the choice itself.

‘Even if it didn’t do any good, if it were you, you would have done it like this.’

without neglecting sin.

No compromise with injustice.

Recalling the teachings of a nobler teacher than anyone he knew.

The woman with a deep grip on the bamboo grain inserted her sword and quietly left.