I Became the Wrong Race

209 – Sword Saint Association (6)

“I don’t know… “You said?”

Geomseong looked quite embarrassed, but Llewelyn did not.

“Then do you understand?”

“Suddenly they even use honorifics.”

“After experiencing it, I thought I was really old.”

Although Llewelyn is said to be possessed, he is originally a modern person.

Modern people have lived in a Confucian culture where they have no choice but to respect their elders.

Thanks to a miracle, Llewelyn saw the life of a giant.

Actually, I don’t know if I can say that I saw it. She saw and felt the life permeated within it.

Although I did not read the entire life directly, I felt firsthand that I had lived for 200 years.

It is natural to be treated with respect.

Llewelyn looked at the Sword Saint with a rare expression of dismay.

There were many traces of the two randomly clashing their swords on the ground.

In the midst of countless sword marks, the swordsman stood without a single wound.

Likewise, Llewellyn did the same. When the sword blades clash against the enemy.

She knew that it was usually a fierce attack that would leave minor scars on her body.

So, Llewelyn thought in his heart that when the fight was over, he might be covered in blood or his armor his his his might be broken …

The only place that was injured was the hand

Even then, Llewelyn’s vambrace was visibly torn and stood out, but the Sword Saint was rubbing his bleeding hand as if nothing had happened.

“Llewelyn!”

As I was making uncomfortable eye contact with Geomseong, I suddenly heard a voice. Only then did Llewellyn realize.

‘Ah, I can’t help but worry just by looking at this cancer…’

“Are you okay?! Show me your hands! “What should I do?”

“No, you don’t have to do that to play it…” ” .”

“Just because you play it doesn’t mean it won’t hurt! “I’m already so sorry.”

In response to Melody’s rare whining of her, Llewelyn left Melody silent with an embarrassed expression.

She was in the middle of kneading Llewelyn’s hand, and only when it began to heal did she let go of her hand with relief.

“What on earth were you thinking when you responded? You can just leave.”

“Do you usually say that to your face?”

Melody spoke calmly as Geomseong spoke with an embarrassed expression.

“Because there is nothing to see.”

Disrespectful behavior that makes it impossible to know whether it is acceptable to say or do something to a sword saint. In addition, it is difficult to open your mouth to say something because you are blind.

In modern times, the technique is called ‘Tallulah’. The swordsman let out a voice saying something like “I wonder if it exists in Grimm Darker.

That was it. There was no indication of any different reaction.

Rather, Geomseong didn’t seem to be that concerned.

‘Is this guy an idiot?’

Like Maya, I thought that the reason she tolerates beings who are disrespectful to her is because she likes the way they look.

Of course, I couldn’t ask outright. Llewellyn instead let Melody ‘negotiate’.

“You started a fight on your own, and if you messed up, you could have gotten seriously hurt. “How about you tell us your intentions yourself?”

Only then did Llewelyn realize why Melody made such a fuss despite her rebirth.

To turn the situation to your advantage.

It was natural that Maya, who had been standing in a circle, would come forward.

Dueling scholars are called dueling scholars.

“But you are the one who responded. Whether or not to explain the intention is entirely up to the teacher’s will. So…”

“Done. “Stay back.”

However, it seemed like Geomseong had no intention of benefiting much.

Returning the dog with a dissatisfied expression, Geomseong made eye contact with Llewelyn.

It had hollow black eyes. It looks simple at first glance, but it has the eyes of a murderer who has killed countless humans and monsters for 200 years.

However, it is surprisingly clear. It was a sign that he was an insane person.

Llewelyn is the life of the swordsman she saw a little while ago.

To be precise, she recalled the life that Geomseong felt and thought about.

It wasn’t until she got away from that scene that she realized something.

Those shadows and the blood stains that seemed to fill the world were all traces of those he had cut and killed.

It was completely different from Llewelyn.

Llewelyn still mourns because she can’t forget the face of the cannibal she killed, but the Sword Saint forgot all the people he killed and only engraved their blood and sword marks.

How can that be a person’s image and a person’s life?

There was a reason why Llewelyn chose to honor her.

She could not possibly regard her partner as friendly. In some ways, she was more dangerous than Val Terok.

Because he seemed to be what is commonly called a psychopath in modern times.

Perhaps he had read Llewelyn’s warning her her, but a look of sadness appeared on the Sword Saint’s face her her her. I thought you would understand. I heard a voice that shouldn’t have been heard.

“First of all… “One thing.”

But Geomseong did not hesitate for long. He returned to his usual smiling face and said so.

“Tearing down old trees.”

“An old tree?”

“It is the name of the technique you and I wielded.”

The perfect form of skill that is the essence of swordsmanship and the essence of life.

Llewelyn’s expression darkened when she heard the name of the technique.

As expected, I was talking to myself.

It was worth it.

“And it is the technique that killed the Sentai Sword Saint by cutting it down, and that is why I am called the Sword Saint.”

If what Llewelyn saw was correct, the Sentai Sword Saint was an elf.

“Together… “It is also the reason why you are a candidate for sword master.”

Llewelyn, who had been lost in thought, woke up and was scared.

When the battle was over and the armor returned to the ring, wide open eyes were revealed.

Gray eyes filled with shock, doubt, and inability to understand the situation.

Next to him, Melody, who was trying to assist Llewelyn, opened her mouth, and even the swordsmen surrounding her fell into surprised silence.

“You asked about my intentions, right? “Don’t you think you should know by now?”

Beyond his sly smile, Geomseong picked up the shield fragment from the floor and put it on his belt.

The moment of recovery was not visible. If I wanted, I could have killed him right here, but it seems like he was secretly wishing for that.

“I came to this land to find my successor.”

Geomseong suppressed his desires. Rather, he stretched out her hand and aimed it at Llewelyn.

“You.”

As if it had to be that way.

*

“Teacher!”

Around this time, Llewellyn took a step back and Melody hesitantly followed behind.

As soon as he returned, Geomseong had to face his enraged disciple.

“What on earth are you thinking?! “The next swordsman!”

Maya is furious with her pointy ears raised.

In fact, the inspectors of the other Sword Saint Association were quiet, but some of them were quiet because Maya was reciting her opinions on their behalf.

Most of them didn’t seem to be very interested in becoming the next swordsman.

“He is not a member of the Sword Saint Society, much less a guy who protects his enemies.”

The voice subsides. Suppressed but felt anger.

Geomseong quietly sat down and silently listened to the sounds Maya made.

“You haven’t forgotten the promise you made when you accepted me, right? For sure…”

“Revenge is yours. I know.”

“Then…”

“But aren’t revenge and purpose separate?”

When Maya quietly closed her mouth, Sword Saint spoke with confidence.

“Even if I take revenge… “I have to live to do it.”

The purpose of the Sword Saint Association and the purpose of the Sword Saint are different.

The purpose of the Sword Saint is simply to move forward.

To move forward on the long, dark road ahead of me and reach the end one day.

But it is not the Sword Saint Society. The Sword Saint was not only a Sword Saint, but he was also the master of the Sword Saint Society.

He had to worry about the survival of the entire Sword Saint Association.

Geomsung thought.

When I become the next Sword Saint, I have no choice but to cherish this great corps called the Sword Saint Society.

*

“Oh, I forgot to suggest it.”

“… Really, not at all. “There are other things to forget!”

On the way back, Llewelyn pinched her cheek as the words left her mouth without realizing it.

An attack that is not painful but causes mental distress. She barely suppressed her desire to scold Llewelyn, telling her not to treat him like a child.

“It was a worthy fight, though.”

It was because she had gained so much that she could tolerate Melody’s behavior of hers.

She reached into the memories of the Sword Saint and swung the Sword Saint’s experience and sword skills into her body.

A great experience that the average human cannot even imagine. Llewelyn was lost in a lingering feeling, still feeling the power and experience that seemed to be writhing in her hands.

Melody seemed to understand that too. Because she was also a sword wielder.

“To be on par with the Sword Saint…” ” Is this what you said before? Miracle?”

Miracle Appearance. This is the reason she was able to recruit Lie Hejedia, and the reason she was able to easily deal with the wizard from the dueling school who called Melody Samae.

“If you can even bring in the skills of the Sword Saint, it’s really powerful. As expected, the Sword Saint Association should push for acceptance.”

Nevertheless, Melody’s expression she was not good

Even with empty words, he didn’t look happy. She swallowed her sigh, her closed eyelids trembling slightly, as if she wanted to get rid of it if possible.

He looked distressed. She still hasn’t made up her mind what to do with Maya.

Llewellyn looked at Melody’s her side her face her and stretched out her hand her.

Wow, the girl’s short scream. Llewelyn spoke as she gently cupped Melody’s cheek and stroked it.

“But there won’t be any problem. Now that I’ve experienced it, I understand.”

“How can you be so confident?”

“Well, that’s just what I saw.”

The evidence was pretty weak, but it was true.

Although I couldn’t tell if it was truly a person’s life or a person’s imagination.

Llewellyn said she was convinced after seeing that life on the one hand. Although the Sword Saint cares for the Sword Saint Society, he is not a person who will do his best to avenge his individual disciples.

Rather, so to speak.

“That is not a person who will help others take revenge. In fact, it’s the opposite.”

Not the sensibility of an ordinary human being, but a trait that would only be seen by a being called a ‘sword saint.’

“This is a person who will teach you to take revenge yourself and how to use a sword. Failure and success will not interest you.”

So all that’s left is to deliver the proposal that came to mind. That’s all you need to do slowly.

Llewelyn was anxious to embody the memories of the swordsman and the ‘lessons’ she had gained from swordsmanship.

“Anyway, let’s make the proposal later. It doesn’t look like Maya will take any unexpected action either.”

The first thing that attacked me was probably out of a desire for revenge that had built up over the years. Llewellyn didn’t think anything of it, and Melody walked holding Llewelyn’s forearm.

The road leading from the campground to the pantheon was quiet. Even though spring has come, the cold wind is still blowing, and the roads are still uncultivated and bumpy.

Llewellyn enjoyed such walks. It was easy for Melody to walk with her because she was able to pass through landmarks without difficulty, even for a blind person.

While taking such a walk, Llewellyn thought deeply about the facts she needed to reveal.

How should I reveal it so that the melody will understand?

Going further than that, perhaps Melody will also join in that relationship.

No matter how much she thought about it, Llewelyn couldn’t figure out her method. She would have done that even if the other person was an immature person, but the other person was even Melody.

“… “Do you have something to say?”

Melody lifted her head and looked up at her Llewelyn, holding her forearm.

Llewelyn said she was at a loss and made the worst decision.

“That is…” .”

“A little better.”

Before that decision could shine, someone called me out.

“… “Esha and the God of Dreams?”

“It’s a good day, right?”

Hehe, Esha Terna is smiling and waving her hand, and the dream god is holding her hand and shaking her left and right.

The God of Dreams frowned and shook left and right in the elf assassin’s hands before shouting.

“Ugh, stop shaking! “You shameless thing!”

Perhaps because he was quite annoyed, the God of Dreams continued to squirm for a long time even after Esha stopped holding her hand.

That was too long again.

So much so that even Llewelyn, who was oblivious to her, could clearly sense that she was hesitating.

But she didn’t need to be urged. Without waiting, the God of Dreams finally opened her mouth after hesitation.

“Wife… “I am calling you and me.”

He said that the night god had called.

The very godhead who ascended to heaven and never returned.