I Became the Wrong Race

204 – Sword Saint Association (1)

“To be exact, it would be 21 years and 117 days.”

Balterok did not reply to the Sword Saint who corrected his words. Rather, he just stood silently, holding the jousting spear and long sword in both hands, which he may have taken out at some point.

As silence fell, the giant scratched her chin with an uncomfortable expression, and Llewelyn muttered involuntarily while looking at the giant.

“Sword Saint…”

It was a familiar name and face to Llewellyn.

No, in fact, his appearance and name were widespread throughout the continent.

A being born as a giant and using his natural talent and body to become a ‘giant’ of the North.

Even though he lived for 200 years, he was still correct, and the empire avoided the battlefield where he appeared and treated it like a disaster.

Llewelyn froze because she didn’t think she would actually see such a swordsman.

If there was any consolation, it was that Walterok knew when to step forward and showed up accurately.

Llewelyn thought as she opened her eyes tentatively beneath her helmet.

Is it an enemy?

Normally you wouldn’t procrastinate in front of an enemy, but if you were a swordsman, you could have done that.

Llewellyn recalled the strangeness of the Sword Saint that he had heard about through worldview explanations and other sources.

“Well, I guess I should compensate you for being rude to the person who is your master. Where…”

Talk to them in a friendly way, without even being shy. Given the circumstances, it was natural to be cautious, but the man’s attitude showed no such temperament.

A reaction as if fear had been intensified. Nevertheless, the giant smiled innocently with a rich expression.

“Do you like black?”

It was a word that came out of nowhere. There was no response because it was difficult to guess who the words were directed at.

Llewellyn knew that the giant’s eyes were on him.

“… “How did you know that I was the owner?”

“Well, that’s right. “What if you pretend?”

A grinning giant. His outstretched sword was steadily blocking his disciple’s sword strike, and his other hand was rubbing his sparsely beard-covered chin.

It was an effeminate appearance that did not match his transcendental appearance. Although Llewelyn felt her tension loosening, she tried to remain alert.

If that was an enemy, the chances of surviving a fight here were not high.

Not only did I fight against Balterok, who had already reached level 20, but I also fought against a level 20 blood relative, even though he was said to be weakened.

However, that does not guarantee unconditional victory, so Llewelyn spoke while being wary of the Sword Saint.

“A sword would be good. But since I’m going to give it as a gift, it’d be better if it’s pretty.”

“Oh, I’m thinking of giving it to the person I like. It’s good. “I happened to have a bag of pretty things.”

I could feel Melody shaking in Llewelyn’s arms, but Llewelyn didn’t show it.

I meant to give it to my sister. If I tell you that I don’t plan on giving it to you, it will only make me grumpy.

“Now, here.”

The thrown weapon landed squarely at Llewelyn’s feet.

And it was only after I was hooked that I recognized it.

“… “Didn’t you say it was a sword?”

It was a window.

The handle is long, and the blade can also be used for cutting purposes.

No matter how you look at it, it wasn’t something you could call a sword. Llewelyn looked dumbfounded, and the giant laughed.

“If you use it as a sword, it will be a sword.”

It was difficult for her to refute these words because they were spoken by the Sword Saint. As Llewelyn frowned, the girl’s harsh voice was heard.

“Teacher, no matter how you look at it, this is a spear. “Don’t force yourself.”

Llewelyn was surprised by that.

It was because she didn’t think there would be someone in the world who would talk back to the Sword Saint.

Sure enough, the girl fluttered her ears, showing her irritation.

“And… My feelings are mine alone. “Master, it is not a matter of courtesy.”

The point-by-point comments made sense. Potentially, there was a message about not interfering with revenge, and even Llewelyn, who is not very perceptive, could read that.

But the giant didn’t care.

“It’s my first time seeing you and you’re not being polite. “Isn’t courtesy important?”

Putting aside the fact that the person speaking in a strange tone was a swordsman, it was true.

The problem is that the speaker is a swordsman.

The Sword Saint, born 200 years ago in the North, has jumped into all kinds of battlefields regardless of the reason and cut down enemy generals, armies, and crises even before he was a Sword Saint.

Among them was a Sentai Sword Saint.

And from the moment he cut down the Sword Saint, the giant was called the Sword Saint.

No matter what battlefield it was, it was unusual to feel uncomfortable when someone who had cut down the ‘enemy’, ignoring good and evil and the cause, talked about courtesy.

However, since the opponent was a swordsman, it was pointless to argue. Even Walterok was quiet, but not the girl.

The dog beast named Maya bared its teeth and growled.

“The teacher’s manners are far from common sense. Now, don’t get in the way of my revenge.”

It is sharp, mixed with coherent speech or growling. The swordsman seemed to be embarrassed, but he reaped his appetite and finished the extended sword play without warning.

The blade that was out of the way was not fired right away. The girl regained her stance and glared at Llewelyn.

To be exact, the melody held in its arms

Llewelyn felt those gazes and quietly lowered her melody.

As soon as he got off, he stepped in front of him, but Melody stopped Llewelyn from stepping forward.

“… Maya, it’s been a while.”

A blind girl who dissuades Llewelyn and steps forward.

Maya glared at Melody, who had lost her wings and eyes, with eyes like a swamp that could not feel light.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. “It’s the first time since you destroyed the duel school.”

What kind of relationship is this and how do you know each other?

She didn’t even need to ask. The girl said that as if she was naturally trying to prove that she was who she was and that her revenge was justified.

“How long have I been waiting for an opportunity like this since then?”

Anyone can see that he is a duelist. As Llewellyn felt the girl’s magic wandering around her body, she was convinced.

“… “It was a fair thing to do.”

For Melody, the Duel School’s work was a shame, but it was fate.

It was a path she must take, and a revenge she deserved.

She didn’t regret it.

Melody closed her eyes and confidently faced the smaller girl.

“If I could go back in time, I would do the same thing.”

“I guess so.”

The girl grows again and raises a heavy greatsword.

A melody who pulls an estoque from his waist with a bitter expression at the sight of such a girl.

Llewellyn looked at that.

She raised her head at the sound of a short ringing sound.

The two girls spread the distance apart, and someone fell, blocking the spot where they were.

There was no roar. However, it was clear that it would have been better to have made a loud noise.

At least that was the case for Arba.

“Annihilation… !”

Her fluttering black hair falls down, and Lucilla pulls the spear from her bottom and twists it in her hand.

A strong presence that is different from the quiet presence. When Bal Terok stands next to her, he glares at her with his whites dyed black.

If you were to select the five strongest people on the continent, there were three who would always be named.

It was a space with too much lethality for ordinary people. Even Arba was in a cold sweat.

One by one, the dust that had spread outside slowly settled and Llewelyn’s allies appeared one by one.

Isla aiming a bow from a tree.

Lorian approaches Isla with a beheading sword drawn.

A mourner with a limp appearing between the trees.

Eshaterna suddenly appeared next to Lucilla and Lie Hejedia approached from afar.

Somehow, there was a shadow approaching from the horizon of the forest.

The remnants of Servan, the former Heretic Questioner, and the Black Knights.

Even if he was a swordsman, he should have been nervous, but the swordsman did not show any signs of nervousness.

Rather, he scratched his chin and glanced behind him.

The dust billowing behind them cleared and a group of people approached.

There were various aspects.

There are beastmen, there are elves, and there are ordinary humans who not only wear imperial clothes but also look like typical northern barbarian warriors.

There is only one thing in common.

The sword that occupied their waist or back. Walterok made a low clicking sound.

It was a sound to be heard. It was a sound I made on purpose because I had no tongue.

Llewelyn realized what Walterok was going to say and gritted his teeth.

“Sword Saint Society.”

Although it is the smallest group in the North, it is the most prestigious group.

Those who follow the sword of the sword, imitate the sword of the sword of the sword, and aim for the limit of nothingness.

They were in front of you.

All of them were at least level 15 in the game. Most of them were 20.

If it hits, the damage will be significant.

Llewelyn thought.

‘This side is superior in quantity, but in terms of quality, that side is overwhelmingly superior.’

Considering that they were all level 20 and that they were learning swordsmanship like a swordsman, it was a natural conclusion.

Since it is the same sword technique, the passing performance will be far superior to this one.

Llewelyn looked at each one of them and thought about what the odds of victory would be, and after reaching each of the swordsmen of the Sword Saint Association, those gazes slowly turned into doubt.

None of them drew their swords.

Of course, since it is a swordsmanship of the Sword Saint Association, the sword would be extremely fast, but it was surprising that it was not drawn at all.

One of her dogs, the dog with her hair tied in a strand, looked at her Llewelyn and smiled brightly and shook her hand, and Llewelyn nodded her head in puzzlement.

No one showed hostility. Most people had expressionless faces, but some people were seen smiling or greeting with goodwill.

Is it the influence of Sword Saint?

Llewellyn was nervous as she recalled the story of how she stormed into the battlefield, greeted him politely, and cut off the head of an imperial general after a fight.

“… Hmm, it doesn’t seem like a welcoming atmosphere.”

I stopped at what Geomseong said.

She looks at him quizzically and their eyes meet. She had innocent eyes that pierced through the helmet and looked inside.

At first glance, Huey comes to mind. As Llewelyn frowned,

“I feel like I’m misunderstanding.”

Misunderstanding.

Llewelyn remained silent for a moment, then turned her head without realizing it.

The gaze was directed towards the soldiers who had already been escorted back by the following army.

“There is someone injured. Do you misunderstand?”

It was Lou Silla who put Lou Welin’s thoughts into her own words.

The sister was quick to express what her brother she wanted to say, and Geomseong looked at Lucilla blankly.

“Well, isn’t it the way to get hurt in life? “I wish I hadn’t died.”

The way of thinking is different. An expression that makes it seem as if getting hurt is natural.

Geomseong even laughed as if he was overreacting.

“Isn’t it more a matter of revenge than anything else? If you try to take revenge, there will always be a saboteur. “Wouldn’t it be reasonable just to not cut him to death?”

“It’s still a crazy way of thinking.”

Only then did Walterok open his mouth.

She shuddered as if she was disgusted.

Sword Saint tilted her head curiously, and Llewelyn opened her mouth as she looked at the giant who was one head taller than her.

“What are you here for? If you came here to fight, I’m not interested…”

“You were the star that rose that day, right?”

Llewelyn is shocked and stiffens at the sudden words.

Perhaps she was talking about Llewelyn’s divinity.

Lucilla and Melody recognized the aftermath of that day, and it was also the reason why Valterok came to Llewelyn.

It wasn’t surprising. The problem is that you don’t know what you want.

“I don’t know why we misunderstood, but we came to say hello.”

Lew Wellin, who was wondering whether he should turn away, blinked his eyes blankly at her continued words.

“I’m slowly getting tired of living in cold places.”

“… Wait, now…”

A giant who was born in the North and came to see the world, and a monster who killed countless humans and monsters for 200 years.

The strong man who raised his prestige throughout the continent, Geomseong, spoke

“I’m thinking of moving to this area. Are you accepting anyone?”

I said I moved.