Solo Swordmaster

#Side Story 37. Trampled fate, blooming flower (11)

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To put it clearly.

It wasn’t a miracle.

If I were to compare it, it would be a simple coincidence.

The constellations go to great lengths to create a vortex of starlight and try to swallow the world whole.

In order to stop the vortex of starlight, the gods sacrifice themselves to the great magic that the legendary Great Witch perfected through a lifetime of research.

As a result, the first sword master wielded his sword to cut down all the fates that returned from the underworld.

With a swirl of starlight.

I was barely able to stop it.

Even the storm of petals split apart.

By the fate of all things being cut down.

…The will that formed the storm of flower petals in the distant past of another world, far away, and even the soul has now flowed into it.

It’s too vague to be a regression.

It’s vague to say it was a past life.

It’s vague enough to be called possession.

However, it is natural that Joan of Arc, who only partially accepted the ending she faced in another world along with the fragments of her soul, considered it a dream.

Rather, the fact that he attempted to change his own destiny with just such a dream was a miracle in itself.

A wish so earnest.

By influencing reality.

It was a result that changed the future.

…even if the ending is so sad, miserable, and cruel.

That must have been why.

That little fragment of soul.

When another memory awakens.

Instead of her refusing and confronting him.

The reason I resigned and accepted it.

Even if, because of that, the self that was supposed to be alone became distracted and mixed up.

After all, the path she took throughout her life originated from that hazy dream.

Neither encroachment nor erosion.

To put it bluntly, a fairy tale.

Memories of two worlds.

Furthermore, the ego.

Mixing together.

In the chaos where even the distinction between you and I becomes blurred, it is ‘I’ and I who ultimately take over the self.

Although she may have lived for hundreds of years, the saint who lost everything and gave up has become one with herself, who could not give up on Yeohan even though she may have lived for decades.

Like that….

the sword-painted Joan of Arc.

She became the patron saint of Sword Tower.

Saint Joan of Arc abandoned the past.

“Are you ready?”

“Hehe, there’s not much to prepare anyway.”

That was why.

After a long night.

Joan of Arc smiled and willingly decided to follow him and leave.

After looking at her with a happy smile that I couldn’t even imagine until a few days ago when she was immersed in grief.

Limon nodded quietly.

“Okay then, let’s leave.”

“Yes, teacher.”

So…

they left El Dorado.

Sabak Sabak.

In the pure white snow field.

Two footprints engraved.

Let’s take a moment to move forward quietly, leaving small footprints following the big footprints.

Arriving in the middle of an empty basin, Limon looked around and nodded.

“I guess this will be enough.”

Yuna-kyung has finished all the preparations.

She grumbled a lot, asking how hard it was to fulfill his request in just a few days, but considering what she had accomplished, it was worth listening to.

…Even more so in the sense that I was spending a lot of time with my student until she contacted me.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Of course.”

Last time I checked with him.

Joan of Arc answered without any hesitation.

Then, he gently held Rosario and smiled.

“Because I am also ‘me’.”

“But that means ‘you’ is also you.”

“It’s as you said,”

she nodded softly.

My feelings for Limon in the other world had not completely disappeared yet.

She was Joan of Arc who was killed by Limon, but she was also the guardian saint of the Sword Tower who was saved by him.

In fact, she lived a longer life as a patron saint.

Because the other woman accepted them, their two selves became one, but a vague sense of sadness and loss still remained in their hearts.

“But it’s okay.”

“….”

“Because this is his wish.”

Therefore, as a guardian saint who sent Limon away before he was a swordsmith who liked him.

A little sad.

Nevertheless, happily.

After smiling quietly.

She spoke lightly.

“Honestly, I just want to ask you, teacher, if you are okay.”

“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t be okay?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

After hearing that answer.

Joan of Arc slightly lowered her head.

And he asked again in a slightly calm voice.

“Can you take a sinful and foolish sinner like me?”

As a disciple who caused an army of madness, but instead of atonement, he died and was resurrected and still swung his sword for the World Federation.

Also, as a woman who arbitrarily changed her fate just for her own happiness, she led the world to destruction and even lost the man she loved.

She asks if it would be okay to take someone as dangerous as herself.

Limon answered calmly.

“Don’t belittle yourself.”

There is no one anymore who can accuse her of being a sinner as she protected the world until she returned from the dead.

Although the ending may be sad, I know very well how much she devoted herself to the world as the patron saint of Sword Tower.

Above all…

“―Because you are already my bride.”

Recognize her qualifications.

Since she has already been accepted as a bride.

Even if everyone criticizes and fears her, he will believe in her and protect her.

Joan of Arc looked blankly at Limon, who spoke calmly, and only after a while did she open her mouth.

“You’ve really changed a lot, teacher.”

“Does it look like that?”

“Because the teacher I know was not the type of person to openly say things like this to his students.”

Hundreds of years.

Always spending time with you.

Even though we know each other’s feelings.

In the end, we see Joan of Arc feeling lonely, remembering the foolish memory of not being able to confess her feelings until the end in order to protect the line between teacher and disciple.

Limon suddenly said.

“You seem uneasy, fearing that my decision to make you my bride was simply out of responsibility or sympathy.”

“Teacher… “Because you are a teacher.”

Is that the answer as a disciple?

Or is it the answer as a priest?

Instead of asking, Limon quietly held out a hand.

“Would you please lend me your sword?”

“…yes.”

Slurp.

Although Limon did not give an answer.

Joan of Arc willingly held out her dragon sword politely.

Even if she made him her bride out of sympathy, he was her beloved teacher.

“Now take it.”

“…?”

Right after that.

She gave a puzzled look.

Let alone borrowing the dragon sword since it is necessary to return to their world, why are they giving him the river demon sword?

Because I couldn’t understand.

But this time too.

Limon did not explain in words.

He simply took a step away from her and began swinging his sword gently.

And…

fluttering.

“…!”

Joan of Arc’s eyes widened.

It wasn’t just because Limon suddenly started sword dancing.

A world where not only humanity but also most of the animals and plants were extinct and frozen, and everything was covered only with pure white snow.

In the middle of it all.

Taking steps.

Every time a petal blooms.

Dragon psionics trembled.

The heat rising around his footsteps and the snow starting to melt quickly.

And then, a blue life that I had not seen for so long began to slowly emerge from the place where my eyes had disappeared.

Above all, his sword dance itself.

It left her spellbound.

Because as a sword master, she could see.

The will and heart that goes into each and every movement of the sword dance that would only seem beautiful to the average person.

After his death.

For a long time to pass.

Doing the sword dance I taught her.

Every time I practice the sword skills of my favorite student.

How lonely, painful, sad, and heartbreaking he felt.

…and the affection that was too deep to be harbored for a disciple who had sprouted without even realizing it and then been trampled upon was trampled upon, which he realized only late in the midst of that suffering.

The sword dance that contains everything intact conveys more than a thousand words.

The heart inside it.

Too deep and warm.

That makes it even more heartbreaking.

And again.

She shed tears without realizing it.

Even though he was loved so much, his own foolishness was tinged with madness and made him sad.

A beautiful sword dancer who is proof that he did not forget himself and continued to remember and think of himself even though he was so painful and sad.

Above all, the discrepancy between each other as they were entangled in the relationship of priests and deceived their own hearts.

He and she in a parallel world, too.

In the end, it was them.

finally realize it

Wet your heart.

Ugh.

That was why.

As if it resonates with the dragon sword.

Let the river magic sword vibrate in your hand.

She started swinging the sword without realizing it, as if she was being guided by something.

Although the sword dance is elegant and splendid, it feels very disappointing and faded compared to Limon’s calm sword dance.

But that’s only the first time.

As if watching and learning.

Or as if they are becoming similar.

time goes by.

As the dance continues.

Her sword dance gradually became similar to his sword dance.

And when the two people’s sword dance finally became the same without any deviation…

fluttering.

quietly.

A blooming sword.

It was originally hers.

By breaking an oath and losing something to keep.

The will that I could not regain even after becoming one with my other self becomes a flower petal and blooms again.

His platinum petals, which were already fluttering, naturally harmonized with her pink petals and spread wider and more beautifully.

wide wide wide.

Filling the continent.

Even beyond the sea.

Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.

So finally, the whole world is covered with platinum and pink petals.

The dragon sword and river demon sword he and she wielded resonated.

The moment when Limon’s massive dragon psionics spread throughout the world through the flower petals that bloomed from his two swords.

『Yam Dragon King’s Sword Guui

斬魔龍王劍 救義

The dragon’s sword that blesses life

生祝龍劍』

Paaaaaa!

“Ah…”

A brilliant light explodes.

Finally, their sword dance ended.

And in that place, the world that was nothing but snow, ice, sand, and ruins no longer remained.

Only a green world filled with newly bloomed flowers, leafy trees, and vines covering the remains, lingering under the warm sunlight.

Seeing the world revived like that.

To the ecstatic bride.

He spoke calmly.

“I think this is the answer.”

With actions instead of words.

Prove your heart.

Along with the lost sword.

It even brought back the warmth of the world.

Joan of Arc looked blankly at her teacher, whom she had always admired, and only after a long time did she open her mouth.

“…Teacher, do you know why I don’t call you Master?”

“Was there a reason for that?”

“Yes, there is.”

Even before I was excommunicated.

Even after becoming familiar with the Goryeo language.

She quietly revealed the slightly embarrassing reason why she always called him teacher.

“A disciple must not love his teacher, but a student can bond with his teacher.”

“….”

He blushed.

With both cheeks blushing.

Limon, who was staring at her with a grin, eventually sighed and smiled.

“It seems my best student was more cheeky than I thought.”

“Don’t you like a cheeky bride?”

“Is that possible?”

As if to prove his own words.

He hugged her and kissed her lightly.

And he held out the hilt of the dragon sword to her with a happy smile.

“Okay then, let’s go back.”

“Yes, teacher.”

And after a while.

Holding the dragon sword together.

Leaving behind only the soft starlight.

In a world where two people disappeared.

The beautifully bloomed flowers swayed gently in the wind, coloring the world with their scent.

…As if to bless the future path of a student who has finally become happy.