Solo Swordmaster

#933. A new era

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It felt like I was dreaming.

nothing comes to mind

I can neither see nor hear.

However, it is clear that it is a dream.

Sometimes it feels like decades, but sometimes it feels like it’s only been a few minutes.

She was feeling hazy in the flow of time, fainter than a daydream and more vivid than a lucid dream.

life-threatening pain.

The comfort that soothes it.

Cozy like a lullaby sometimes.

…and even a bit of embarrassing happiness that came to me just once.

Fluffy as if you would forget it if you opened your eyes, yet vivid enough to not forget it no matter how many times you die.

The dream was so warm and sweet that it kept her immersed.

at some point.

Until the starlight comes.

Unlike before, when you couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything, the dream dyed with starlight was so bright and brilliant, yet filled with endless happiness.

So happy…

…disgusting.

The reason was unknown.

I just felt that way.

Because even though that happiness was longer and deeper than a dream, there was no coziness or warmth instead.

Like that chained.

In a nightmare where there is only happiness.

in a daze.

she moved

no i stayed still

Even when you walk out of the basement.

Even when swinging the sword and unfolding the sword.

Even when Sao Paulo was swept by all sorts of disasters.

Because it was the starlight that moved instead of her who was still locked in a nightmare.

Still, she couldn’t stop it. It was because the euphoria of the starlight that engulfed everything prevented me from even thinking that I had to stop it.

In the meantime, was it just instinct to cut down the bugs that Starlight was wrapped in?

Or was it because of discomfort?

It’s like being pressed by scissors.

She was just immersed in a starlight nightmare.

cooong!

…after a heavy impact.

Until something shows up.

It’s so powerful and eerie that it instinctively makes you feel a sense of danger, but when you’re inadvertently hardened by that strangely nostalgic feeling.

It was felt.

slowly.

A sword that has been swung.

The ‘story’ in it.

The starlight that enveloped her shone more brilliantly and tried to hide it, but to no avail.

It wasn’t because it was impossible to fake the movement of a sword in front of her sword master, no matter how bright the lights and feigned happiness were.

With a sword, not a horse.

Beyond language, with will.

conveyed too directly.

It’s warm like the moon in a glass of wine.

Clearer than a letter full of misayeogu.

As secret as a whisper permeating your ear on the bed.

The heart and story contained in the sword made her heart pound even though she missed it so much that the moment she unknowingly relaxed the hand that was wielding the sword.

Soaring is a deeper happiness.

As if they were forcibly injected with drugs and threatened to do as they were told if they did not want to lose this happiness.

The euphoria transmitted from the starlight adds to the compulsion, making the previously hazy consciousness even more dizzying.

nevertheless.

do not straighten the sword

no i couldn’t fix it

Suddenly, the sword came to a standstill.

The touch of the hard hand felt by the hilt and the heat of the hot drops of blood passing along the blade.

made her hand stop.

And…

“Will you forgive me for accepting your marriage proposal belatedly?”

Squeak.

The bandages around the eyes loosen.

What comes into view is a face.

It is hidden by the bitterly brilliant starlight, so it can only be seen vaguely, but nonetheless, it is impossible to recognize.

I miss you so much.

with a happy face.

A voice that came together.

made her freeze

The moment I want a shadow to be cast over her hardened face.

side.

The heat wets your lips.

What is transmitted is a thrill like lightning.

Among the seven clans, it is so powerful that it is difficult to find a mate throughout the history of the Seven Dragons.

However, compared to the seven princesses, the psionics, who were too delicate, couldn’t withstand the mighty dragon psionics that even the princesses suddenly came in with.

What started was not resonance, but erosion.

No, it was a one-sided violation.

energy flows

from soft lips.

over the slender neck.

from a beating heart.

It flows into a tight vein.

Past the slim waist.

The moment when the energy that circulated through the entire body through the long limbs returned to the full chest.

Get it!

As if pierced by a harpoon.

A shivering slender female body.

A sword that fell at the same time.

That’s something that couldn’t happen to a sword master.

It was a shame that was worse than death for a single swordsman, and it was proof of how great the shock she was receiving now.

But that was just the beginning, not the end.

Tsueup.

intertwined tongue

swallowing saliva

every time you breathe.

The intense and violent flow of dragon psionics that permeated her body over and over again made her convulsed with a shock as if struck by lightning.

Shaking with such a huge and powerful energy, she reflexively tried to step back.

However, the strong arms wrapped around her waist did not allow her to escape.

Like that…

like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

Shaking eyelashes.

lean your back back

twitching limbs.

The moment when the dragon psionic that flowed endlessly to make her sleepy finally filled her whole body.

Kwajik.

Cracks start.

The energy of the dragon, which is so powerful, radiates from the pearl and swallows the starlight that engulfed her.

Thus, the black tattoo, which had lost its starlight that had been giving off a soft glow until now, was breaking off like a withered vine.

lips fall

ha ha

She let out a breath that had been blocked and slowly raised her head.

Then he opened his mouth, looking at the golden eyes that contained complex emotions in the silence with silver eyes that gradually cleared the starlight.

“Master.”

facing death

before being resurrected.

I wanted to meet you so earnestly.

That’s why I crossed the border of life and death and wandered across the vast continent.

Before she even opened her mouth to say something to her master, what came out was a calm voice.

“Don’t call me Master.”

“…”

throbbing.

heart tightens

as if a nail had been driven in.

I bow my head in bitterness.

Yes, she has already been excommunicated since she confronted him after driving countless people to death in her lifetime.

Not to mention, he himself, who had been blinded by the starlight and had pointed the sword at him and even wounded himself, had no right to call him his teacher any longer.

Guilt, sadness, bitterness.

When I close my eyes to the pain entangled in those countless emotions.

“The bride shouldn’t call the groom Master.”

“…!”

crystal clear.

Still hard to believe.

Hearing those words that forced her to doubt her ears, she involuntarily raised her head again.

“That word…”

“Didn’t you ask? Please forgive me for accepting your marriage proposal belatedly.”

“…Haona girl.”

“I will not accept objections.”

“…”

“Asha, you are already my bride.”

It’s a notification, not a proposal.

Anastasia, the party involved.

Even Limon himself, who notified.

From the moment he embraced her, it was a decision that no one could overturn.

Of course, that is the height of insolence.

It was too harsh and cruel for a woman who was forced to become a bride because her virginity was not enough while she was unconscious…

“Ah…”

But at this moment.

Anastasia’s wavy eyes contained neither sadness nor despair.

a long time ago.

Reclaim the throne of Russia.

By proving your qualifications to become a priest.

Those words that I wanted to hear even after death, so it became a long-cherished wish.

And, contrary to his calm tone of voice, the warm golden eyes and the soft warmth felt from the arm embracing his waist.

made her heart flutter.

“Okay, I’ll buy it.”

Again.

the violent beat of the heart.

The joy of swallowing fire.

The passion that filled the sight.

Above all, I can’t stand the bitterly deep happiness that is different from the unpleasant and empty happiness that starlight gave me.

Shedding a drop of joy.

Eventually she laughed.

“… Sang-Kong.”

He didn’t bother to wipe away the bride’s tears that flowed down the smile on her always calm face.

I just bowed my head again.

So she closes her eyes

The moment the tears that flowed down were formed on those pink lips.

quietly.

Lips overlapped again.

“…A person without a partner will not be able to live because of sadness.”

Like that…

the two princesses wiped out the monsters as if they were venting their anger at a place so far away that they couldn’t be seen.

In the midst of the dark red curly haired archwitch, who watched as a witness the two kissing more tenderly than before, muttered briefly.

The Sword Master, who has lived a long time, finally married his disciple.

* * *

“…Is this the end?”

“At least right now, it is understood that there are no more raids taking place.”

“is that so.”

under the dark sky.

A building soaring into the sky.

A black-haired girl stood tall at the top with wings of shadow spread out.

Li Qingyu turned his head.

And when he saw the corpses of numerous monsters scattered like a mountain under the building, he sighed lightly.

It’s already been half a day since I fought against the holy lord in the dungeon of Sparta.

It wasn’t just because he was tired from repeatedly fighting monsters and moving without a moment’s rest throughout that half-day.

It was because of the scenery of the half-ruined city.

I’ve been flying so hard

In the end, they couldn’t stop the monsters from attacking the city.

It was unavoidable.

There were too many monsters for her to go around and deal with alone, and the Commonwealth of China was too large.

On the way to this place, I prioritized dealing with monsters attacking other weak countries, so

“It’s fortunate that there is little damage here.”

Fortunately, there was a branch of the Leviathan Hotel here.

And since it was far from the dungeon, people had time to evacuate before the monsters arrived.

If neither of the two had been present, the damage would have been incomparably greater than it is now.

…In fact, there were many places like that.

That is why Li Qingyu looked to the east with a bitter expression.

“By now, the Brazilian side should have been sorted out.”

He couldn’t check it because he was still recovering communications, but Li Qingyu didn’t doubt that.

No matter how many monsters came.

No matter what tricks the Constellations did.

As long as Limon went out on his own, they would never be able to take the remaining Seven Arcs.

And the other princesses should have roughly dealt with the rampaging monsters from the dungeon by now.

Even though the seal of the Seven Arcs had been lifted, I didn’t know if it could be said that it was fortunate if the situation had settled to this extent.

But she knew.

No, only she knew.

that this is only the beginning, not the end.

“Is it finally the end?”

The subjugation of the liberation brigade was the chief.

Even the fight against the World Federation was nothing more than the main story.

That’s why I tried to finish everything before this happened, but…

“-After all, the era of Hunters has opened.”

The Age of Players is over.

Realizing that the Iron Age had begun in a true sense, Li Qingyu finally had no choice but to close his eyes in bitter frustration.