Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 1012

#1012. Was there a way like that?

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From birth.

He was a king.

This does not mean that he was simply a prince of the Red Dynasty.

It means that you were born and raised in a position where it was natural to rule and rule over the people.

It wasn’t a strange thing.

A farmer’s child becomes a farmer.

Just as a knight’s child becomes a knight.

Because it was a time when one’s parents’ occupation and status directly determined one’s life.

In that sense, he was born into royalty and was blessed from the start, but he was actually dissatisfied with his birth.

Before he was even born.

The Bronze Age is over.

That’s why it was a pity that he couldn’t become the hero who slayed the dragon.

That might have been why.

The reason why he ran rampant like a lion in Europe, where fierce fighting broke out over each other’s territory after the end of the dragon’s rule.

Of course, there were complicated circumstances as a royal family involved.

However, the biggest reason why he ran around swinging his sword on the front line was because he wanted to prove himself.

He is also a hero himself.

That he is a great man who will change the times.

And in fact he proved it.

After wandering around the battlefield and repeatedly fighting for his life, he eventually learned the will of the sword and became a sword master.

It is truly an amazing feat.

What is a Sword Master?

As the Sword Emperor and his two disciples had just ended the Age of Bronze, their majesty was sky-high, so everyone could not help but be shocked.

After he became a sword master.

So much so that many European countries, which had been competing fiercely until now, automatically bowed down.

In the era of heroes where the Sword Master reigned supreme, it was indeed a natural thing.

But actually after that.

He felt thirsty for more.

At most he became absolute.

Rather, it was because he had no place to use his own power.

He almost wanted to give up the throne and wander the world as a knight, competing with the strong, but…

That couldn’t be possible.

He is the king of the British Empire.

Because he was a being with a duty to take care of the people and lead the country.

That was why.

Why did he become obsessed with the crusade?

He doesn’t dare face the Sword Demon.

Unless he has a reason to fight with Sword Gong.

As the king of a country and a sword master, the only opponent he could fight against with all his might was the sword.

The problem is that Black completely avoids fighting.

As a result, many countries, including France, became impoverished after hundreds of years of repeated expeditions…

Still, he didn’t stop.

As other countries declined, the hegemony of the British Empire became more solid, and that was what a king had to do.

…Yes.

After ‘she’ became a sword master.

When her French rebelled against her, she tried to suppress them with her force instead of negotiating peacefully.

As her reputation grew, King Charles VII of France, fearing that her power would be usurped, accepted her offer to sell her for a long time.

And so he watched as she, betrayed by her country, fell into the abyss of despair.

Everyone’s choice as king.

It was for the country.

As the king of a country, it was clearly the right choice.

But the result was when she launched a revolution, beheaded Charles VII, and went on a mad march to massacre the English.

It was only when he stood in the way of this crazy woman that he realized.

But the choice was right.

That it was something to regret.

No matter how disadvantageous his compatibility was, he had to face her as a swordsman instead of her petty political skills.

However, by choosing to be king before becoming a swordsman, he trampled on a flower that would have bloomed beautifully.

As a result, he burned up in a fire of his own making.

Yes, that’s right.

When he prepared his 100 swords to stop her.

The reason he was able to smile even as he faced death after a struggle that lasted for ten days was not simply because he believed that his friend would save his country.

Because he accepted that it was his karma.

In that sense.

She is his lifelong regret.

I can’t say it’s a regret, though.

It was a sin that I could not forget even after death.

fluttering.

[….]

That was why.

Right now at this moment.

The reason he had no choice but to stop when he saw the flower petals that suddenly started fluttering.

Taking advantage of the moment his sword stopped, the vortex of starlight swirling from all directions attempted to engulf London…

It was useless.

Like the wind that soothes the fire.

Like snow covering a storm.

Even the swirl of starlight subsided in front of the flower petals gently swirling around London.

And the center of the fluttering petals.

On top of the towering bell tower.

she was

She is a woman dressed as a nun who gently swings her sword as if dancing, making flower petals bloom.

In the past, she became a saint and sword master who had fallen into madness and attempted to burn down London and destroy the entire British Empire.

fluttering.

[…is it.]

There’s no way she didn’t see herself.

It’s like she doesn’t care at all.

For a moment, she froze as she watched her gently dance her sword without even giving her a single glance.

He suddenly turned his head.

And the flags that hang all over London, including her bell tower where she stands.

After looking at the flag with the Union flag overlaid on the tricolor symbol of the United Kingdom of France and Ireland, I muttered softly.

[Was there such a method?]

A way that he, who was a king from birth and an absolute ruler until his death, could not have imagined.

But her admiration for her descendants of her dragons, who loved her own country madly and took without hesitation the only path that could have saved her.

The irony is that she, who hated the British Empire more than anyone else, is protecting this London.

Bitterness toward oneself for not being able to give up being king until the end.

He made an indescribable expression as so many emotions were tangled together, but he ended up bursting into laughter.

‘What is fate?’

Even though he is a sword master who can cut through anything, how long and strong is the thread of fate that ends up entangling him.

That’s why his friend, who even cuts off fate, is an amazing being.

In a new realization.

He eventually moved his sword again.

Boom!

A two-handed greatsword that cuts through the wind.

The blade is so strong and powerful that it feels like it has the power to cut even Mount Tai.

However, his two-handed sword did not emit its enormous power nor cut or break anything.

I just continued my path arrogantly.

In the empty air.

Just alone.

It was like that.

Right now at this moment.

What he performs is a sword dance.

Compared to her sword, which is soft and beautiful like a flower, it is too fierce and strong.

However, it was a dance to perfect oneself instead of fighting an enemy who had the nobleness of a wild beast that reigns as the king of all beasts.

[….]

Is it because it was so unexpected?

For the first time, she turned her blue eyes towards him, who had never paid attention to her before.

But like her, he didn’t pay much attention to her gaze.

He just focused on his sword.

After staring at him like that.

Grinning.

Like a flower blooming.

Quietly and with a smile.

She continued with her own sword dance.

Boom!

fluttering.

“ah…!”

A great sword that tears through the air.

A long sword that flutters flower petals.

Absurdly strong and gentle.

Rose groaned involuntarily as she saw the two swords swinging in opposite directions in completely different places.

The two sword dances are different.

Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship.

They were at opposite extremes.

It was something that couldn’t fit together.

This is especially true in that the two sword dances are taking place separately in the center and outskirts of London.

Nevertheless, the reason why Rose could not help but admire it was the balance and harmony achieved by the two people’s sword dance.

Coo!

The moment he stamped his foot and swung his greatsword wider than before.

On the contrary, the elegant long sword moves more smoothly than before, highlighting its strength.

Parr.

The moment her sword moved more dazzlingly and the fluttering flower petals doubled.

The great sword, swung monotonously in a huge circle, cuts the border and highlights the dazzle of the petals.

When you take a step forward, you take a step back.

If it goes twice as fast, it goes half as slow.

If you draw a circle, it extends in a straight line.

Kang and Yu.

Simplicity and flashiness.

Yunneung Steel and Kangneung Danyu.

The warmth of a flame becomes more precious in the cold, and the stronger the typhoon, the more the softness of a reed that bends but does not break stands out.

The two sword dancers, who were completely opposite to each other, were making the other party’s intentions clearer just by exerting their own will with all their might.

Especially since you are changing your sword dance in real time according to the opponent’s movements.

That’s why I saw that scene.

Rose thought to herself.

―It’s beautiful.

Although it is unfolding in completely different forms at both extremes.

Nevertheless, the two sword dances, which continue to influence each other and change and develop, made me feel moved as a warrior and a swordsman before becoming a dragon.

Of course, in the end, that’s it.

The Sword Master’s sword is unique.

Unlike dragon psionics, which resonate with each other, there is no such thing as resonance when they are together.

No matter how beautifully it was harmonized, the power of the sword itself did not change.

But that too.

And her too.

She didn’t mind it.

It seems that if you can draw a more perfect sword, there is no need for anything else.

Even though it was the moment before the destruction of the world, I only focused on dancing a more perfect and therefore more beautiful sword dance.

But the more beautiful the sword dance becomes.

A sword that cuts through all boundaries.

A dance that shows strength and flow.

It got even deeper.

The moment when the sword dance between the King and the Saint, which had been constantly changing, finally reached a state of perfection that could not be more perfect.

『Lionheart Sword Outlaw

Lionheart Sword Dance Form

Dance of the Lionheart King

Dance of the Lionheart』

『Dancing sword dance with flowers

Fleurs et épées dansantes

Chanson et Ensemble

singing flower

Fleur qui chante』

Para la la rock!

Wooooow!

The fluttering petals vibrate.

The number increased rapidly.

As if it grew by absorbing the sound that resonated every time a great sword tore the border of the world.

As his sword dance continued, the sound of the petals became louder and clearer, and as her sword dance continued, the petals multiplied several times.

It wasn’t resonance.

An extremely powerful sword that goes beyond just being strong and sweet, and even dominates softness.

And it is an extremely unique sword that goes beyond capable steel making and even accepts strength.

They were just unfolding in their own way, absorbing and dominating each other’s strength and softness at will.

So, after running endlessly in opposite directions, the two swords met in the middle and overlapped exquisitely.

The moment when the echoes flowing from the petals that had expanded tens, hundreds, or thousands of times harmonized like a song.

『Song of Flowers, Dance of the Lion.

Song of Flower Dance of Lion』

A storm of flower petals exploded from London, covering the entire world following the light of dawn.

The petal, which vibrated with enormous power, struck the starlight that was sweeping the world…

Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

-There was a crack in the swirl of starlight.