Solo Swordmaster

#869. Raise your sword

* * *

Deep.

heavy.

Quietly.

Silence passed.

slowly in it.

Limon raised his head.

And a rough black-haired woman with her back turned to herself with her eyes still fixed on the sea.

Looking at the Sword Emperor, he quietly opened his mouth.

“Are you sure you have to?”

“or not?”

It sounds like you’re talking about something obvious.

Received Limon’s words ironically.

The Geomje, who tilted the vial again, said sternly.

“I already killed that warlock bitch.”

hear that

Limon wasn’t surprised.

It was because it was the result that I had already intuition… no, I was sure of from the moment I felt the presence of the Sword Emperor.

Whether by borrowing the power of black magic.

Whether using Seven Arcs.

Because Limon knew better than anyone else that his teacher was not something that could be entangled with mere gossip.

Why is he still silent?

The Geomje undid the cotton cloth on his arm and pointed out quietly.

“-That also means that my name is not too far away.”

Squeak.

The moment I unwrapped the cotton cloth on my left arm.

What was revealed was an arm full of scars.

And it was a blurry tattoo that covered it.

Originally, it was a bright black color, but it gradually melted into a red color like blood.

Looking at the remnants of the spell, which was like a symbol of the remaining life of the Sword Emperor, Limon gently closed his eyes.

‘…also.’

It was a natural result.

Even though he is a sword master strong enough to kill the Commander, ignoring the power of the spell, the Sword Emperor is an existence resurrected by the Lion Resurrection Act.

Its life is maintained by a spell.

The source of the power that formed the mastery was the Command Lord.

At the time of Wanderer’s death, the life force gained by the sword emperor’s reasoning was gradually draining away.

Because the restraint, which was triggered belatedly because of going against the spell, was accelerating the exhaustion of life force, it was even faster.

So with a hard face.

Limon said heavily.

“If you’re the Sorceress Queen, you’ll find a way.”

Since long ago, Shire has been researching and finding a way to maintain the name of the revived Sword Master even after breaking the spell.

If you reduce the consumption of life force

and buy time somehow.

That he might find a way to prosper.

Listening to Limon’s words, there is hope, even if it’s a very vague possibility.

The Sword Emperor twisted his lips.

“The way is damn.”

“….”

“Have you forgotten what my long-cherished wish was?”

It sounds like you’ve heard all sorts of nonsensical sounds.

Geomje, who snorted lightly, tilted the vial again and took a sip of alcohol.

And watching the calmly shaking sea.

I remembered.

long time ago.

Before becoming a Sword Master.

Memories of the past hundreds of years ago.

“You know, but I had an older brother.”

“….”

“A person who boasted about the first sword of Goryeo, and didn’t even treat a younger daughter like me as a younger sister.”

A whopping nine hundred years ago.

Concubines, of course, exist.

An era when birth status was strict.

The Geomje was a nerd who was ignored everywhere.

No one cared what talents or dreams she had.

She was not a good woman, but an idiot born to a slave, and she was a dishonorable woman whose name could not even be left in the genealogy.

And among those family members.

It was her brother who only bothered the Geomje.

A dog car squad that occasionally gets into an accident.

Heaven and earth, a childless child alone.

In addition to that, he had a talent for swords of his own, so he was a promising figure in poor low-class villagers.

No matter how much her brother bullied her, no one stopped her, and thanks to that, the Geomje had to spend a pretty harsh childhood.

but only one

There was something good about my brother.

The advantage is that he was a master of stealing alcohol as much as he thought it was ridiculous to know the law.

And because she was often dragged around by her brother to bully her, she was often able to get a drink.

Of course, giving a child under the age of majority to drink must have been mean to his brother.

Maybe that’s why I stopped drinking after seeing her drink surprisingly well.

so that.

The Sword Emperor asserted.

“Perhaps it was a whim.”

“….”

“The guy who said he was my brother stole a bottle of alcohol for my birthday.”

It was common.

He was talented enough to call himself the best swordsman in Goryeo.

That’s what happened when his brother, who was so good at ruffling, stole alcohol from the coffin’s storage room.

always though.

The Sword Emperor thought.

The drink of the day was poisonous.

It wasn’t just because it was a birthday present, it was because the drink I was drinking was really too good.

…too much.

“Because he wouldn’t have known that he would die from that one bottle of alcohol.”

if it’s another drink.

it might have been fine

No matter how much alcohol was banned in civilian life, moonshine was everywhere.

Especially those with money and power.

The problem was that the alcohol was not just moonshine, but a gift to the Black Dragon Lord.

The Bronze Age, ruled by dragons.

The Seven Dragons, who had been ruling the world with absolute loyalty to the dragon, tore her brother to pieces and destroyed the family with the price of the drink.

only one person.

Except for the Sword Emperor.

was it a coincidence

Or was it inevitable?

when the clan perishes.

While running away, she was about to be killed by a warrior from the Seven Dragons, but the moment she picked up a sword, she rather cut the warrior.

As much as I was always bullied.

With my brother’s swordsmanship I’ve seen countless times.

Only then did she realize.

I just didn’t know because I didn’t have a chance to know.

That he has a sword talent far beyond even his brother, who was said to be the best sword of Goryeo.

That’s why he fights with the warriors who have been tracking him and runs away from the masters.

The Sword Emperor continued to train.

the weak body.

insufficient swordsmanship.

mind again.

Confronting a master who has learned seventy-two kinds of martial arts with only one sword.

Even the senior level masters were cut down.

Enough to challenge even a dragon.

That’s how…

the swordsman’s desperate fight against the seven dragons who ruled the whole world began.

“As you know, I did not confront the seven dragons for revenge.”

Whether it’s a dog car class or a brother.

Whether it’s a family member who was ignored as a daughter-in-law.

The Geomje was not a two-headed idiot enough to risk his life for revenge just because he was a blood relative.

Rather, he thought that if the Seven Dragons hadn’t destroyed it, he would have survived even after killing himself someday.

“It’s not because of the salvation of the world or the liberation of mankind or any other dogmatic reason.”

whether mankind is persecuted or not.

no matter how the world rolls

In fact, she didn’t even care.

Even so, the reason why the Sword Emperor fought to the death with the seven dragons was simple.

“Because it sucks that I can’t even drink as much as I want because of those motherfucking bitches.”

just that much.

However, for a lover and a swordsman, it is a sufficient reason to risk his life at the tip of the sword.

After drinking another glass of wine from the bottle.

The Sword Emperor quietly continued.

“But even if I had been able to drink freely, I would have fought the seven dragons in the end.”

“…because someone didn’t like being above Master?”

“okay.”

Alcohol was only an opportunity after all, and it was inevitable for her to confront the seven dragons.

she is the sword master.

A hero rather than a hero.

Because he was more like a swordsman than anyone else.

And a swordsman didn’t need such a great reason to wield a sword.

So it was.

The reason why Limon couldn’t deny the words of the Sword Emperor that followed.

“So you will know.”

“…”

“That means I don’t fit in this world right now.”

The Sword Emperor slowly turned his head.

Then, looking at the great wall he had broken through and the chaotic city beyond it, he quietly continued.

“I can’t adapt to this era. No, not just now, but in any era.”

she’s a hogol

In a chaotic world, he would become a hero.

The one who causes chaos in the age of peace.

Therefore, as the sword master of immortality and the culprit who destroyed even the stable Bronze Age under the rule of the seven dragons.

The Sword Emperor asserted.

“So it will end up wreaking havoc on the world and killing your brides as well as you.”

“….”

“―just like your brother-in-law did.”

Listen to the words of the Sword Emperor.

Limon fell silent.

yeah i was expecting it

There was no way that she, who had known even her own past for hundreds of years, would not have known the fate of her disciple, Sword Demon.

Even so, I could understand why he was talking about the Sword Demon, which he had avoided mentioning until now.

he asked softly.

“If you want that, why don’t you?”

“Why…”

I ate.

After laughing.

The Sword Emperor muttered lazily.

“Yes, no matter what the world is like, it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy your second life to the fullest.”

Enjoy all kinds of silk.

Heap up gold and silver treasures.

Become a king and tremble.

It was far more like her to live as she pleased, even if she turned the world into shit.

Still, there is one reason why the sword emperor gave up on his life.

“-but that’s not very cool, is it?”

To think that the disciple had risked his life for hundreds of years to make a mess of the world he had saved and cut down the disciple and his bride to survive.

That’s why it’s not too lame.

After saying it with a smile.

The Geomje tilted the vial.

“I saw the disciple eat dragon after dragon and live well, and finally drank delicious alcohol, so I have no regrets left.”

“…”

“So, disciple.”

“…”

“End it now.”

If you enjoy a drink, you’re a merchant.

There’s no need to hesitate.

Limon closed his eyes as he looked at Geomje, who spoke coolly with his back to him.

okay.

not a hero

Even the honor is laughed at.

She was definitely a hero.

It’s irrational and capricious, and it’s violent, even if there’s no boundary between good and evil.

A warrior from the old era who risked his life for taste, pulled out his sword for face, and lived his life as he wished.

that’s why i knew

no matter what you say,

That she wouldn’t change her mind.

Especially since he is the first sword master to understand the essence of a sword master better than anyone else.

knowing that fact.

After silence, I open my eyes again.

Limon quietly opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t follow your words.”

“…Are you going to watch me ruin the world you’ve been protecting?”

“no.”

Limon shook his head at the Sword Emperor who frowned as if he had heard trivial words.

Resurrected only a few hours.

With that alone, she threw one of America’s leading cities into chaos and destroyed the Great Wall, and eventually she would become a new disaster.

And as the guardian deity of mankind.

He couldn’t leave his master unattended.

Because Limon had priests to be responsible for.

“If I don’t leave you alone, are you going to imprison me?”

“I can’t do that.”

“Is it neither this nor that? Don’t bother borrowing a disciple’s hand and just stab yourself in the stomach and kill yourself?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Are you slowly getting annoyed?

Listen to her sharpened words.

Limon slowly raised his head.

And facing the Geomje who was glaring at him savagely, he said quietly.

“It means that Master never taught me how to cut down a non-resistance woman without a weapon.”

“…what?”

“So take up your sword.”

long ago.

The swordsman who was his disciple.

Like when you point a sword at yourself.

Calm down the complicated mind calmly.

As a disciple before being the guardian deity of mankind, as well as a swordsman of the old era, he looked straight at his master.

he said.

“I, Limon Aspelder. As your last disciple, lord of the Tower of Swords, and the greatest swordsman in the world, I will challenge you to a duel.”