Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 1032
#Side Story 1. A trampled flower, blooming destiny (1)
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Someone says.
Destiny is absolute.
It was decided from birth.
It’s something that can’t be avoided or changed no matter how hard you try.
In fact, even Grand Witch Cassandra made every effort to change fate, but ended up being destroyed because of her own prophecy.
Changing fate was almost taboo for a prophet.
But is that really the case?
Is fate always absolute?
In the end, should all humans live and die according to the fate that was determined from the moment they were born?
If not…
is it possible to meet a different ending than fate?
“In conclusion, it is possible.”
“Oh my god, did you do that?”
“…Why are you surprised that you asked this?”
“That’s because fate was created by the Lord. “Couldn’t it be that easy to change that?”
“First of all, the Lord never created fate, and he never said it was easy, let alone that he was eaten by seven dragons once upon a time.”
It’s astounding how people can keep making illusions like this.
He clicked his tongue while looking at his disciple preparing a meal and then spoke softly.
“Fate is a flow of providence rather than a rule set by someone. “It’s a natural result, just like when an apple falls and lights a tree, it burns.”
“Is this a natural result?”
“okay.”
For example, a person born into a rich family will live in abundance, and a person born into poverty is likely to starve, which is also fate.
However, if you enjoy entertainment and are incompetent, it is easy for even the rich to fail, and if you are sincere and competent, even the poor can succeed, so this too becomes fate.
Even when receiving the same insult, a person who is easily agitated will increase fights, and a calm person will avoid fights, and that is fate.
environment.
nature.
And choose.
It is said that destiny is the flow that builds and builds all of that like water drops.
He explained to his disciple.
“In the end, it means that fate is not something that others decide, but something you accept yourself.”
“So you’re saying that you can change your fate as much as you want if you don’t want to accept it?”
“Not really. “Destiny may not be determined by others, but the flow cannot be created by oneself.”
“No matter how good you are at growing potatoes, it’s similar to how you have no choice but to starve if you’re hit by pests, floods, droughts, and even war…?”
“The analogy is a bit subtle, but that’s roughly it.”
Just as one lowly soldier cannot change the army.
No matter how hard you try, changing your destiny is almost impossible.
Even more so in the sense that it is an attempt to single-handedly reverse the flow created by the choices of tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of people.
“That is why even God is swayed by fate. No matter how connected it is with providence, God is ultimately a being who gains strength from human faith.”
If all mankind believed in one God.
And if you offer your devout faith.
A single god who can even change fate may be born.
But that is impossible.
Receiving the faith of all mankind means being bound by their fate.
Even if there is no one God, he cannot change fate at will unless the majority of humanity agrees and desires it.
That is why fate is absolute.
It was considered a law that could not be changed unless a miracle occurred.
“Then doesn’t that mean that fate can’t be changed in the end?”
“That usually means so.”
“….”
“But at least not for ‘us’.”
Destiny is the choice of all mankind?
So it’s no different from the law?
Then the answer is simple.
All you need is the power to face all of humanity alone and even cut down the laws.
And, as others might not know, they had enough power to do so.
They are the absolute of absolutes.
Because they were the ones who cut down even their fate.
“So don’t forget the glass.”
“….”
“There is no such thing as a predetermined fate for a sword master.”
As the guardian deity of mankind.
As a teacher who taught the sword.
As a senior who saw the tip of the sword first.
After looking at the calm golden eyes of the man who had taught me again.
She laughed quietly.
“Yes, teacher.”
Engrave your name on the sword tower.
The night before returning to my home country.
Finally, she felt relieved as she took the lessons Limon had given her to heart.
Destiny can be changed.
The future is not set.
So…
…it won’t be like a ‘dream’.
It’s blurry like a mirage reflected in the fog, and most of it is forgotten the moment I wake up and I don’t even remember it.
Nevertheless, deep regret remained as I recalled the dream I had on the day I obtained my sword.
She made up her mind.
He himself is not a prophet.
There’s no way that dream was real.
Even if it were really destined to happen in the future, I would definitely change it.
It was a small but big decision that changed the life of Joan of Arc, the sword master who first engraved her name on the sword tower.
And….
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patter.
Raindrops fall.
Over the half-torn veil.
Following disheveled, faded blonde hair.
Riding on a blade stained red with blood.
At first, the rain was so light that it was hard to tell whether it was falling or not, but soon the rain was pouring down like a curtain.
She mumbled carelessly.
“Why is this?”
I had not forgotten the decision I made when leaving Sword Tower.
Rather, I always reflected on it.
I tried my best.
She stopped her two older brothers from participating in the war so that they would not die on the battlefield like in her dream.
To prevent my sister and parents from being unfairly implicated, I moved my family to a distant foreign country.
In order to prevent the nobility and Charles VII from being controlled, they brought in the religious order and made them allies.
To prevent his comrades from starving, he packaged potatoes as a rare crop from the East, sold the seeds, and signed supply contracts with merchants.
From one to ten.
This was something I could never have imagined originally.
I will somehow prevent that dream-like fate.
This was a result that was achieved through endless effort with a firm determination.
And the result.
Obviously fate has changed.
But…
“Why did it end up like this?”
Right in front of you.
Among the fragments of the broken sword.
Fully exposed under raindrops.
Looking at the body of King Richard I, the Sword King, whom I was able to defeat only after breaking the last sword after a fierce struggle for the past ten days.
She muttered absentmindedly.
After leaving the sword tower.
until now.
I did everything I could to avoid this ending.
But why why?
Did we reach this conclusion?
Joan of Arc could neither understand nor accept it.
Because she definitely changed her fate.
There is one problem.
That was the result.
The comrades who were fighting together ate food poisoned by a British spy, vomited blood, and writhed in agony until they died.
The religious order that was an ally advertised her as a saint, but then they rebelled and tried to create a religious nation.
France, which had already been devastated by the war with Britain, lost many lives due to the civil war.
In order to gain the upper hand in the civil war, Charles VII almost sold out the country and brought in the British Empire.
Because Charles VII captured her family and handed them over to the British Empire as a means of doing so, her siblings and parents suffered an even more cruel death…
and long confusion.
A terrible war.
This is the result of enduring the madness.
It was his sword that led to another mad march, slaughtering numerous British people and cutting down the Sword King.
“…okay.”
I tried so hard to change my fate, but why did I end up like this?
After thinking absentmindedly.
She finally realized.
A sword master can change fate.
But change does not necessarily mean positive things.
If only it could get better.
It means it could get worse.
And in most things in the world, it is difficult to produce good results, but it is easy to produce bad results.
Even if you force yourself to change your fate, there is no guarantee that it will get better than before, and in fact, the more you change, the more likely it will get worse.
Above all….
“As long as I fight for my country, this was an inevitable fate.”
Yes, that’s right.
As the king of the British Empire, the Sword King sought to establish a thousand-year kingdom by taking control of Europe and even the Holy Land.
As a French saint, she took up the sword to save the country being exploited under the rule of the British Empire.
The Sword King is the king of the British Empire.
As long as she is a French saint.
It is inevitable that the two will clash.
And just like when a whale hits a shrimp, its back explodes.
If two sword masters fought sincerely, it was natural that the aftermath would ruin each other’s country.
Trying to change only the small details of fate while leaving the most important things the same would not have worked.
If you really wanted to change your fate.
It would have been better to leave the country.
Without her, France would not have been engulfed in war and lost her family.
If he had accepted the Sword King’s recommendation, he would have been a subject of the British Empire, but he would have been able to save the devastated country.
At the very least, if he had asked his teacher to mediate when the war started, the worst situation could have been avoided.
But she didn’t.
With your own sword.
Just with your own strength.
Without losing anything.
I was greedy to protect my homeland and gain everything.
It was never arrogance.
For a Sword Master, the absolute of absolutes, it was rather natural.
However, at the cost of that ‘naturalness’, she ended up reaching the fate she ‘naturally’ faced.
Only then did she understand.
What did the teacher mean when he said that fate is something you must accept yourself?
And…
that.
“…You came.”
slowly.
She raised her head.
And across from you.
Through the pouring rain.
It was as if he knew he would come.
To see a white-haired man silently looking down at the corpse of a close friend who greeted him with a faint smile even though he was dead.
“teacher.”
“Okay, Jan.”
She felt it again.
A dragon killing sword created by Geomje.
The fear of the sword that can cut through fate and create the future you want.
Among the three sword masters who mastered the dragon slayer sword, how great was his teacher, the last remaining.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
And also as his own teacher.
Not even as a friend of the Sword King.
As the guardian deity of mankind.
She closed her eyes as he appeared to stop the crazy Sword Master, who had already massacred countless British people and was about to annihilate every last one of them.
Even though the dream was already hazy, I couldn’t really remember what happened after this.
As if fate ended from this moment.
But she knew.
There was no way he could win against him, as he was already exhausted from fighting the Sword King for 10 days.
Still, in order to lose the Sword King and the people and protect France from the vengeful British Empire, she has no choice but to fight him.
That it is already too late to change fate.
So, after a long silence.
She opened her mouth.
“Sir, may I ask you one last shameless favor?”
“Tell me.”
If you die like this.
To prevent a crisis that will befall France sometime in the distant future.
It’s already too late to change fate. If it’s fate, try to overcome it.
And above all….
Clink.
“…Can you please save me?”
“….”
To change the fate of a teacher who will bear the scars of losing a close friend and cutting his first disciple for the rest of his life.
Throw away your sword.
declaring surrender.
French saint Geomhwa.
I couldn’t throw it away until I died.
…gave up his country.