Solo Swordmaster

#875. don’t forgive

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To be honest, the state of the sword was so serious that it was difficult to say that it was good even with lies.

Originally, it would have been dead long ago.

Maia, the best in the world.

Sir, the Sorceress Queen.

It was only because of the efforts of the two of them that they put all their strength into it.

And since Wanderer died and the law of lion resuscitation began to crumble, it was impossible to save her even with the power of two people.

But Shire finally found it.

How to save Anastasia.

“The Swordsman is a descendant of the Silver Dragon Clan.”

[…I know that too?]

“Even with the exception of the Silver Dragon Princess, it is a bloodline born with powerful psionics that are hard to find in history.”

[I know that too, right?]

The Russian imperial family has had blood with the Silver Dragon clan since the time of the Thunder Emperor.

The last of the royal family, who was miraculously born after their bloodline was improved through repeated incestuous marriages.

It says that it is after the sword.

Shir put on a meaningful smile.

“Then, do you know that psionics also resonate?”

[Of course I know. What do you look at me for…]

Even a familiar evolves in 10 years.

How long has he, the blue bird, been at the Seven Dragons, and he doesn’t even know that?

While answering inadvertently,

Yuna-kyung widened her eyes.

[No, wait a minute. Then, the method that the witch sister found is to use the team leader’s dragon psionic?]

“Yes.”

[…how?]

“How do you think it will be?”

Yuna-kyung closed her beak.

It is said that psionics resonate, but that is possible only when the two’s ranks match to some extent.

It was common sense that it was impossible for a swordsman in a state of suspended animation to handle Limon’s dragon psionic, which even intact princesses could not handle.

However, as a disciple of the Great Witch, Yuna-kyung had heard of a way to overturn the impossible.

[Witch sister, did you really use that magic?]

“That’s right.”

[That’s black magic!]

“Black magic is just a spell that distributes life force in a slightly special way.”

[It’s usually called black magic?!]

“That’s a hasty prejudice. Originally, that magic was perfected by the gods.”

[What did those gods expect from their followers?!]

“Well, isn’t it like a fairy tale like Snow White and Sleeping Beauty?”

[It’s not a fairy tale, it’s a ghost story…] It might be

fortunate that the seven dragons resurrected and ended the Silver Age.

Even sticking out your tongue.

Yuna-kyung agreed inwardly.

Somehow, I thought the atmosphere was peculiar, but if there was such a situation, it was only natural that Limon, who was always calm, would be distraught.

One problem.

Limon wasn’t the only one who was disturbed.

[Are the princesses and sisters okay?]

What do you not like ?

A black-haired girl who was asked a question about Yuna-kyung, who was a little bumpy.

Li Qingyu smiled and said.

“-Of course it’s not okay.”

[…Ah yes.]

That moment.

Yuna-kyung shrank.

It’s definitely a smiling face and a calm voice.

Her calm air made Yuna-kyung avert her eyes.

“Huh, that’s a little unexpected. I didn’t know you, Li Qingyu, who took the lead in persuading us, would say such a thing.”

“well. With that being said, it is even more unexpected that you have accepted my persuasion.”

“Ahaha! Admit that.”

Catherine giggled.

As descendents of dragons, it is not enough for them to share a man, so they even decorate another woman’s bridal chamber.

Even doing it myself was ridiculous.

It wasn’t just her.

Hasneti quietly smoking a cigarette.

Maia with her arms crossed.

Charlotte sits cross-legged.

Rose with her eyes closed.

Even the expressionless Ainsha.

All the princesses who had guided Limon were gathering together to create a calm atmosphere.

“I could have turned it down if I didn’t like it.”

“Yeah, I wanted to. Honestly, aren’t all of you like that?”

“…”

At Yekathrice’s point.

The princesses remained silent.

It was because Yekathrice’s words, which were more outspoken because they were crazy, were to reveal their true intentions.

They are descendants of dragons.

It is the incarnation of the desire for exclusivity to stake one’s life on one’s own treasure.

There was no way I could willingly accept the loss of a companion who would be with me for the rest of my life.

To be honest, I could have killed all the other princesses and monopolized him.

Even so, the reason why the girls went beyond just standing by his choice and even helped him.

Yekathrice said with a smile.

“―Including that I had no choice but to do this because I was afraid of being hated by my brother in the end.”

“Ekathrice that is…”

“Why? no?”

“…”

Yekathrice’s words.

Rose couldn’t deny it.

No, all princesses were the same.

Whether you have completed the Dragon’s Blood or only have half of it.

They are descendants of dragons who inherited an obsession bordering on madness.

Its nature, which surpassed even instinct, could not be controlled even if it was rationally suppressed.

If that was possible in the first place, successive princesses would not have been destroyed after suffering for hundreds of years.

Nonetheless, there is

only one reason why the girls made this choice… no, they had no choice but to do it.

Because I was afraid.

If you act according to your instincts.

if you stop him

If that’s how you make the swordsman die.

The fact that Limon might resent him.

Of course, he was broad-minded and wise enough to understand their feelings.

But they knew.

That he too is human.

Even if I understand now.

if ten years pass.

Or if a hundred years pass.

After another thousand years have passed.

He, too, may regret the choice he made today, and if that happens, the resentment may be directed at the bride who blocked the choice.

So the seven princesses had no choice but to choose.

They are already prisoners of love.

Even if you give up everything else.

Because they were the ones who couldn’t let go of him.

While accepting the pain of digging into his chest, he turned away from the dragon’s desire for monopoly.

So it was.

Why did Charlotte open her mouth?

“Bring me some wine, Maia.”

“…what kind of drink are you talking about?”

“It’s a drink we might enjoy.”

I don’t know if it’s anywhere else.

If this is the home of the green dragon clan, isn’t there any amount of alcohol they can drink?

Maia didn’t bother to deny what Charlotte had said.

either as poison.

either as medicine.

It was the green dragon clan that had been researching and producing the most diverse alcoholic beverages in the world for a long time.

In fact, Quetzalcoatl’s Vigo had all kinds of silk as well as Elixir and Extreme Poison.

“My clan’s alcohol is not cheap.”

“Did you think I would run out of money?”

Just look at Charlotte for a while.

While Maia nodded slightly and turned around.

Ainsha, who had been silent with an expressionless face, opened her mouth bluntly.

“Crembo for snacks, please.”

…It was the moment when the girls’ society started with seven princesses, a legendary witch, and a blue bird.

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Sreuk.

life and death.

It’s an absolute wall.

It was a boundary that even a sword master who could cut the world could not and should not cross.

So this moment.

Dozens of scented candles are burning.

In the flower garden where the faint fragrance swayed.

Sitting on the bed in the middle of it, stroking the hair of the silver-haired beauty who was lying quietly like a corpse.

Limon was thinking.

deep.

heavy.

Quietly.

“Asha.”

how long has it been

It was only when a drop of candle wax that had been flowing on the scented candle fell on the flower petals that he quietly opened his mouth.

Limon slowly raised his hand.

“I was going to let you go.”

softly.

fingers spread slightly

Silver light poured through them.

As if made by combing moonlight.

In the midst of her long hair, which shines beautifully even under the dark candlelight, flowing down her transparent skin.

A low-pitched voice.

“Because I thought it was my greed that kept you in this world.”

Resuscitation of lions twists the providence.

Forcibly bringing the dead back to life is neither for the dead nor for the living.

Letting her rest like this is for each other.

he was thinking

no i was thinking

But…

a blue bird living a happy second life.

The consideration of a sloppy disciple who dared to leave such a gift even though he couldn’t even take care of his own life.

The will of the master who said to live freely as you want without being bound by anything because it is Providence and Nabal.

Above all, the hearts of the brides who prepared the bridal chamber and guided him to this place even though he was never welcome.

reviewing each one.

he looked up

“So Asha.”

Postmortem Anastasia.

He was the last disciple of the Sword Tower.

I had to cut for the sake of the world.

Even after death and resurrection.

He left everything and found himself again.

Slowly sweeping down the cheek of the disciple who was about to become his last bride and who he could never treat only as a teacher.

He lowered his head slowly.

“Please do not forgive me.”

Seruk.

Like that…

Limon gently kissed Anastasia’s pink lips as she slept with her eyes closed as quietly as a corpse.

The moment you stole the first kiss.

Ugh.

quiet sound.

It spread to the artificial flower garden.

The magic circle drawn on the floor centered on the bed where the two were sitting was shining.

The magical power that flowed from inside them was beginning to move around Limon and Anastasia.

It’s ancient magic.

From Snow White, who was cursed by the devil and fell into suspended animation, to Sleeping Beauty, who stopped time and fell into eternal sleep at the end of her lifespan.

Originally, magic used by archwitches who were on the verge of death to delay their own death.

But with the blessing of the Goddess of Love.

By imbued with miraculous power.

The great magic that revived the two great witches who were in the throes of death and allowed them to live a happy life.

It has only been used a few times in history.

There were more times when I failed.

Even so, archwitches used to refer to the magic that gives romance and hope like this.

It’s called ‘The Prince’s Kiss’.

and this moment.

The magic of fantasy that Sir had newly created by mixing it with the secret art of Isis, the witch of the beginning, was connecting the vitality of Limon and Anastasia.

pounding.

heart is pulsating

Magical powers swell.

Warm warmth blooms.

Limon’s vitality flowing through her overlapped lips was slowly pulling her out of the swamp of death.

But that’s all.

The deeply drooping eyelids did not open.

It was natural.

Unlike the great witches of the past who were only in a moribund state, Anastasia is a being who died once and then came back to life.

Because the prince’s kiss, no matter how miraculously magical it was, was not enough to bring her back to life in place of the law of reviving the dead.

so slowly.

Limon parted his lips.

Of course, he didn’t give up on saving her.

He knew that a kiss would not be enough to save Anastasia.

It was just preparation for the next step.

So the moment he lowered his head even deeper, bit Anastasia’s neck, thin and white like a deer.

Squeak.

In a sheer sheer dress.

his long, hard fingers.

slipped in