I Became the Wrong Race

207 – Sword Saint Association (4)

Despite the Sword Saint’s words, Llewelyn could not easily open her mouth.

Well, isn’t it worth it?

When someone you thought was just a crazy person shows unexpected insight, everyone becomes surprised and uncomfortable.

‘Well, if you’re a swordsman, you’re not just a crazy person.’

Living for 200 years means surviving for 200 years.

Also, surviving for 200 years meant killing for 200 years.

There was no reason for the Sword Saint to be an exception as this also applies to Balterok. Llewelyn knew that well, so she glanced at Maya with an expressionless expression.

A small dog standing quietly.

The little girl, dressed in fancy clothes and a cape like those worn by nobles in the empire, even silently returned Llewelyn’s glare her.

It’s bold. Although it is not cheap.

Because it looks cute, it tends to be diluted. Isn’t that how the world used to be?

If the look is good, even a cheap look becomes a spiteful charm, and if the look is not good, even favors become a trick.

Llewelyn thought with her open heart and uncluttered mind. This year is her her her twin her year her her.

And as usual with her twins, Llewelyn maintained her cold expression.

It was around this time that she wondered why she was quiet when only Geomseong asked her to talk.

“Were you watching?”

Melody said.

“Oh, I wasn’t watching. “I wonder if it would be a good idea to explain it.”

A rare, old-fashioned way of speaking. He touched his smooth, slightly gray chin her, as if he had shaved it.

“Both of them have a significant presence, so it would be easiest to understand if I said that you can tell when they approach.”

The words he came up with after much thought were not words that could be easily understood. Even though she explained it and simplified it so that you could understand it in your own way, it was like that.

The giant groaned and winked at Maya.

Then Suin, a small dog, sighs. She spoke confidently with her her her her back her to her her her.

“Teacher judged the Golden Oriole and your exalted status, and knew where you were headed before you approached and even set foot in our camp.”

It was a confident and powerful vocalization. Perhaps it was because she was a dueling scholar who was good at representing politicians, but Llewelyn’s eyes widened at her unexpected appearance.

All I knew of her was the way she rushed at me with her sword, venting her anger and hatred, so I assumed she was that kind of person.

“So, if you were to ask me if I was spying on you, I would say no. The teacher welcomes you and hopes to open a space for fruitful and harmless conversation.”

Maya nodded her head formally, and Geomseong nodded her head.

“I, Marianne Juran del Laphemonian, welcome you on behalf of my great teacher, the 12th successor to the Sword Saint Association, the leader of the Northern Tribal Alliance, and the sword saint revered by the entire continent.”

A long and fancy formula that will make you chew your tongue even if you say it in Korean. Geomseong smiled bitterly, but Maya was dignified.

The confident posture of a duelist who turned his back without showing any emotional signs.

However, Llewelyn received such a fancy nickname and greeting in one word.

“I am Llewelyn, the master of the pantheon. Thank you for your hospitality.”

Rudeness that not only changes the melody but also Maya’s expression her her slightly her.

But there was no one to criticize it. Of the four people present here, Llewelyn is the only one who has poor etiquette, but there are only two who care about that.

Geomseong, the person in question, smiled and looked at Llewelyn.

“Yes, Llewelyn. Are you ready to talk?”

“I have a suggestion.”

Let’s get straight to the point. Under the gaze of the Sword Saint, Llewelyn confidently opened her mouth.

“I am—”

Even as I speak, I feel a tingling sensation in the back of my head. Llewelyn reflexively stretched out her hand, and sparks bloomed with a small crackling sound.

Before she knew it, black armor had taken root on her Llewelyn’s body. What she did with her hands was definitely slaying and slaying the dragon.

Llewellyn suddenly saw the blade of her sword approaching her face. The attack was lightly pushed away, as if she didn’t apply any force in the first place.

She is close to being a fake, but if the opponent is a swordsman, she cannot be taken so lightly.

If the approaching thing is light, it is normal for the result to be light as well, but if you are a swordsman, you never know.

There’s no way that light jingle won’t twist the moment it touches it and become a blow that rips out the uvula.

If you think rationally and realistically, it’s unlikely, but Llewelyn raised her guard.

Humans do not necessarily act rationally and logically.

Rather, it is the opposite. Humans generally act impulsively and are swayed by emotions. Because that’s human.

So Llewelyn opened her eyes in the darkness that came after the sparks cleared.

The cold wind coming through the fluttering entrance of the tent cut the silence.

“… “What are you doing?”

The falling light shook randomly in the tent. It was light that could not be filtered out from the fluttering entrance.

Geomseong was smiling in front of the shadow that seemed to be dancing.

“You said you wanted to talk, but you didn’t say you wanted to clean her mouth, right?”

This is incomprehensible. As Llewellyn frowns, Melody stands next to Llewelyn. Before I knew it, the estok I had picked was sharply positioned.

Geomseong walked smiling as if he didn’t feel any threat.

Passing by Llewelyn, Melody naturally pushed out her extended estalk with her sword face.

Melody was surprised, not knowing that she had been pushed until the moment her sword blade was pushed, and Llewelyn was surprised that her presence was faint even at that moment.

A surprisingly faint presence compared to her strength.

With a feeling of non-existence, like a dream or a ghost, Geomseong walked through the entrance of the tent and went out.

“Let’s follow.”

Maya passed by Llewelyn, and after glaring at Melody for a moment, she followed Geomseong.

The sun was still falling outside.

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It was still daytime. As the cold wind of early spring blew, the swordsmen of the Sword Saint Association stayed in their positions, silently watching the sword spirit heading towards the center of the camp.

Llewelyn realized later that they had formed a circle.

“… What is this supposed to do?”

“You don’t have to be on guard. “If you had meant to do that, you wouldn’t have done it right away, right?”

The giant raised his sword and said that he must have been ready to attack.

It was a sword that stood the test of time.

A sword that seems to have been used for a very long time and does not fit the name Sword Saint.

Nevertheless, the sword does not fade like its owner and is still here.

The Sword Master had cut countless things with that sword, and I had a feeling that he would still do so.

“We need to talk.”

Geomsung said so. Llewelyn was dumbfounded because she couldn’t understand those words at once.

Soon, she narrowed her eyes with doubtful thoughts.

“What are you trying to say now?”

“A swordsman speaks with a sword.”

Llewellyn closed her eyes tightly without realizing it.

It was truly a typical sound. Llewelyn let out a sigh of disappointment, thinking that she didn’t know that Sword Saint would say such an obvious thing.

“Know. Know. “It’s something a conman would say who makes a big fuss about selling his sword skills in the market.”

“Someone who knows says that.”

“But it’s true. Even if I listen to the words of a hundred days and speak the words of a hundred days… “You can’t just mix swords once.”

Llewelyn was a modern person who had been exposed to various media.

She was at the same time a deity who attained and enlightened divinity, and was also a being who could read and copy the entire life of a being.

Being a Llewelyn, the idea of mixing swords to replace conversation didn’t feel like something impossible.

It was such a standard story that Llewelyn felt like steam was leaking out.

“Wait, wait! I will do it! Because I was the one who originally wanted to suggest it… !”

On the other hand, Melody became anxious about how she accepted it.

Perhaps she thought that if Llewell Lin got hurt, she would have no shame in seeing Lu Sila, or did she think that she didn’t want to see Llewell Lin get hurt?

Perhaps she felt compelled to help, so she decided to step forward.

“No, thanks. Anyway… “I think it’s something I had to go through at least once.”

But Llewelyn had no intention of giving up her opportunity. Her melody her was pushed into her her outstretched hand her her her, and Llewelyn let out a sigh as she let her melody go behind her.

Instead, she stretched out her hand and drew a line in the air.

She draws a long line horizontally, then draws it vertically as if overlapping it.

The blue light burns and stands in a unique shape. Geomseong, facing her sword, opened her mouth in amazement.

“There’s no point in using something fancy.”

“Anyway, handling a good sword well is also a skill of a swordsman.”

Geomseong accepted it cheerfully. Llewelyn read more than leisure in the swordsman’s attitude.

Anticipation, a faint desire, a desire to win.

Llewellyn frowned slightly and held the sword with interlocking blue lines in her hand.

Beyond the sword body that revealed her appearance, Llewelyn’s gray eyes analyzed her sword skills one by one.

Geomseong is clearly a strong man. One of the three old monsters commonly cited in the Old Continent, he was the best of the three in terms of risk and performance.

Unlike Balterok, who is a nightmare for warlocks but not to the point of being a nightmare for other targets, and Dragon King, whose performance is not so outstanding, it is difficult to gauge his level his.

The Empire also treated him as a person of interest, kept a close eye on him, and even showed signs of avoiding him.

Geomseong was undoubtedly an overwhelming force. In this world, when it comes to strength alone, he is a being that can be calculated from above.

Among the things known about such swordsmanship, there were a few things worth noting.

First of all, the overwhelming practical experience accumulated over 200 years.

He was a being who went through countless battlefields and survived and won by cutting down all kinds of enemies, so much so that Balterok could not even show his business card.

His experience in itself was something that Llewellyn could not match even if he accumulated it over hundreds of years.

That’s all.

It was said that there was no one on the entire continent who could match the skills of the swordsman.

Like in martial arts novels, there may be hidden masters in the world, but otherwise, the sword master was the best in the world with the sword.

There were countless people knocking on the door of the Sword Saint Society to learn from him.

Overwhelming fundamentals, application power that comes from experience, and even a killing power that can be called a one-man army that avoids even the three clans and the empire.

So, before making a ‘suggestion’ for the melody, Llewelyn thought that this was the most accurate response above all else.

“It’s not about the sword.”

“… “What?”

Before Geomseong could even spit out a question.

“A miracle appears.”

There were words that flowed from Llewelyn’s mouth.

That voice went beyond reason. Even before sound waves reach your ears, they resonate in your mind.

And the sound of the heartbeat echoing throughout the audience.

Exciting!

The sound of the bell starts from the heart of Llewelyn, wraps around the surroundings, and reaches the pantheon.

The swordsman pointed his sword and felt the divinity sweeping through her and piercing her from where she stood.

A gaze that digs into my life and takes a bird’s eye view, a transcendent gaze that reads my entire life.

I understood life, affirmed it, and at the end of it all, I saw it stand before me as a complete mirror image.

“Sword Saint.”

Suddenly, Llewelyn’s blue sword resembles the Sword Saint’s beloved sword.