Chapter 700
Chapter 700
In a closed room where only soft light comes in through a narrow window, a warrior, a count of the High Elf Kingdom, and an imperial princess are sitting.
If you look at it at face value, it would be the perfect picture to discuss the world’s major events and continue the extremely serious atmosphere. Everyone has a serious expression on their face, and the only thing moving in that seriousness is the steam in the teacup, so it is even more so.
Who would have thought that this gathering would be a place for in-depth discussion about Eldmia Ega’s habitual heart bombing!
“Isn’t it time to start believing it now···?”
From my perspective, it was really unfair, crazy, and exciting, but the response I got was incredibly cold. The reason I got out of the car myself and moved around a little was because of that gaze, but I guess even a warm luxury car couldn’t melt the cold gazes of the women.
“That issue was already resolved a long time ago.”
“Huh?”
···It wasn’t a crowd?
“No, then why···”
“Why? Of course, it’s because of future problems.”
Did I, without even realizing it, turn into a place where they were discussing the most important events of the world? But if that was the case, why would Asili, who had as much to say as I, participate? Asili, who had been silent all along, quietly opened her mouth as she wandered around without resolving the question that suddenly arose.
“There are too many enemies”
Then Ragnis and Esmue nodded at the same time.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I agree with you too.”
“Why can’t I sympathize···?”
Just saying a word made me lash out. In the end, feeling left out, I decided to pick up and caress Leica, who was lying on the floor, after losing Cheryl.
“····But why do you seem to have grown a bit?”
[Is that so? I don’t know!]
While I was tilting my head at the strangely unfamiliar weight, whether it was because I was confused because it had been so long or because I often evolved into the Giant Max Leica, the conversation between the three women, excluding me, continued.
“One thing has become clear from this recent Rubil incident: Eldmia is weak to favors directed at her.”
“That was how it was originally.”
“It’s not just a matter of favor. While helping Yekaterina, who was on friendly terms with Eldmia, you met someone who showed you favor. What do you think would have happened if this situation had occurred without Yekaterina?”
“Rubil must have lost his half-dragon.”
“That is the correct answer.”
Why can’t I refute someone who’s talking among themselves without even listening to the other person’s thoughts? Normally, you should be able to cast “What Do You Know?”
No, but was the future that future?
“At first, it might have been filtered out because it was about solving an acquaintance’s ‘problem’, but even so, if the other person had malicious or hostile intentions, one or two limbs would have been lost… Oh, why are you looking at me like that? We all know that you can’t refute what you’re saying because it’s true.”
Esmue glared at the three people with bewildered faces, and scolded them. The other two people gave them similar looks, but soon after, as if they had made a promise, the three people’s eyes wavered and they let out deep sighs.
“This won’t work. LD, get out of here.”
“Why···?”
“They say that in love, the one who falls first loses, but even so, I can’t do it because my heart is weak.”
“I can’t concentrate because you keep making that expression of having lost your country next to me.”
I thought it was a story that would make the listener feel wronged, but when I thought about it again, I realized that this was a profound meeting of women to resolve the third dung fly that could be entangled with me, like Yograd.
If I were to become weak-hearted for no reason, I might come to the terrible conclusion that I would be lenient about the appearance of authors who would scold me for confessing like that.
“Okay, then I’ll go for a walk with Leica!”
That can’t be!
“If anyone asks you where you are and what you do in your free time, just tell them that the Marquis of Bende will know.”
“Um, I didn’t tell Lenisa separately···”
“It’s okay. He also gave instructions.”
When I think that this is all for my own good, instead of feeling drained, I feel energized. Maybe it’s because I’ve been given the chance to leave this uncomfortable place, but anyway!
I left the room with Leica in my arms without any regrets, and walked down the hallway at a brisk pace, hoping that she might call me again.
Since it’s come to this, I should find Cheryl and have a sparring match.
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The moment Eldmia walked around looking for Cheryl with Leica under her arm, the person in question was sitting alone in the empty garden.
It wasn’t an action with any particular meaning or purpose. I was just reminiscing about the memories of the Ogatorp mansion in the garden where I happened to come across it. The only difference from the usual impressions was that it wasn’t just a simple recollection of the past, but I was reminiscing about the numerous sparring sessions I had with Eldmia.
Memories that I never won properly and that I couldn’t find a way out of no matter how many times I reviewed them, and some of them were memories that had even faded away… But now it was different.
“The Sword of Man”
The body moves naturally, pulling out the sword and swinging it. The swordsmanship of the family, which swings dozens and hundreds of times like flowing water, is somehow awkward.
Is my posture wrong? No. Is my condition bad? No. After asking herself many questions, Cheryl’s posture changed.
“Sword of the Human Race”
The changed stance is not the swordsmanship of the Ogatorp family, but is closer to the common swordsmanship of the kingdom. It is a swordsmanship that aims to reliably block and cut down the enemy’s attack rather than assuming an enemy with excellent skills.
The swordsmanship and technique that were created for the first time by ordinary people, assuming that they would kill people on the battlefield.
That was also the sword Eldmia was holding.
“Oh, so···”
He mutters to himself, lifts his right foot, tilts his body to the left, and swings his sword from bottom to top.
If someone who didn’t know saw it, they would have thought he was playing with a sword, but if they had held the sword even a little, they would have focused on the sight of the sword being swung in an unnatural position, but drawing a surprisingly clean arc.
“A sword that assumes transcendence”
Or a sword that is designed to deal with a transcendent being.
A smile spread across Cheryl’s lips as she realized that the sword she had swung while thinking only of Eldmia had finally found the answer.
“Why didn’t I know this simple answer until now?”
There were many reasons, but the biggest reason was probably because he was ordinary.
In terms of talent, it wasn’t that he was ordinary, but that he was just a human. The sword he swung to defeat Eldmia ultimately couldn’t go beyond the category of a human, so he didn’t even need to use his full ability, and so he ended up suffering a stereotypical defeat. Now, he could see that.
He again puts both feet on the ground, leans his waist back, bends his knees, and swings his sword. This time, the sword he swings doesn’t have any power, but the sword he swings horizontally draws a horizontal line as if he were cutting it.
As Cheryl performed each of the seemingly insignificant but meaningless feats, dozens of scenarios unfolded in her head.
“what are you doing?”
It was Eldmia’s voice that broke her concentration, which made her think only of the sword and not even hear the surrounding sounds.
The world where only she and her sword were visible suddenly expanded, and when Cheryl returned to the garden, she turned her head back and saw Eldmia looking down at her while holding a Leica in the upside-down world.
“It’s not like it’s limbo or anything… This isn’t just dirt on your hair, it’s all over it. Why are you doing that?”
Eldmia, who had put down the Leica with a laugh, walked briskly over to Cheryl and lifted her upper body up. She took a comb out of her waist pocket and put it in her mouth. Then, as if it were natural, she carefully grabbed Cheryl’s hair and began to lightly brush it.
“How did you find it?”
“The layered swell is shaking. The layered swell is shaking. The layered swell is shaking.”
“You asked the servants and got the comb as a side job?”
“Have fun listening to it”
Eldmia, who had just brushed off the dust with a smirk, held the comb with her familiar hands and continued combing.
“I was going to suggest that we spar, but if you can’t wash right away, you should at least brush off the dust. I don’t carry a comb around with me, and I don’t think you’ll carry one, so I got it for you.”
Anyway, it’s strange to take care of someone in a strange place. Cheryl, who felt good at the feeling of hands for the first time in a long time, said while receiving the comb that Eldmia handed her over her shoulder.
“Today won’t be easy.”
“Hahaha, you’re really arrogant, you even cut down the space.”
“Not that. I just realized it before you came.”
A satisfied smile spread across Cheryl’s lips as she roughly untied the string that had been tied around her wrist and tied her hair back together, putting some distance between herself and Eldmia.
“If you think of Ogatorp’s sword and fight against him, you will get hurt a lot.”
As he turned his body, adjusted his posture, and grabbed his sword, a smile spread across Eldmia’s lips as she looked at him with her arms crossed.
“Confidence and a garden make me think of a mansion. Does Mr. Haven still take care of the garden?”
“Not yet. You said you would hand it over to your son soon.”
“That quiet friend? Come to think of it, I don’t even know his name.”
“that’s right·”
Just recalling the same memories and talking about topics we all know makes me feel good…
I can’t be satisfied with this anymore.
“Then··· since you made a big promise, do your best.”
The smile disappeared from Eldmia’s mouth as she took a stance and drew her sword.
“I’ll adjust it to fit you”
A Word from the Author (Author’s Note)
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Thanks to the readers, the writer’s writing has steadily reached 700 chapters.
Actually, I don’t know if it’s stable. The number of typos corrected in the comments just kept piling up, and it was a year where I ended up taking a hiatus that I didn’t want to take.
But since there is no such thing as year-round, isn’t it stable enough? I wonder if there are some people who came in because of the contest, and the profit graph has gone up a little bit. As always, there will be a drop again because it is special, but it is good that it doesn’t go downhill.
As always, everything is thanks to the interest and love of our readers.
Although I cannot guarantee that I will properly repay your support, I will always try my best not to disappoint you.
thank you·
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