Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 465

#465. good night.

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Cudangtang thump.

[Chief, what is this?]

“The heart of the corrupted construction spirit.”

[A heart?]

“Yes, it is quite expensive. It must have been that Geomrang kept it for sale, then put it in a corner and forgot about it.”

[Then what about this?]

“It’s just junk.”

[…they look similar to the heart here?

]

The cleaning was carried out on a fairly large scale.

The house itself was kept clean thanks to the spirits, but there were many things to organize as it had been empty for so long.

Furniture was particularly problematic.

As it was neglected with minimal maintenance for several decades, almost all of the furniture had reached the end of its lifespan.

Even if you sit on a bed or chair, it creaks and makes it impossible to use it comfortably.

So Limon made a quick decision.

“Did you say you would replace the furniture?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable to write like this. I’m going to use it for now, and when it’s bright tomorrow, I’ll try to find suitable furniture at a furniture store.”

“It is a waste.”

“Isn’t it worth it? These cheap furniture?”

“It is not the price of a thing that determines whether it is cheap or not.”

If it was furniture that Geomrang used during his lifetime, no matter how old it was, it would be worth keeping.

Should I say it was unexpected?

Or should I say it’s hers?

Limon scratched his cheek nervously at Charlotte’s unexpected words.

“…That sounds good, but then what? Are you going to use these scraps like this?”

In fact, he didn’t mind sleeping on the bare floor.

However, this is only possible because Limon is accustomed to lodging in a rich home.

Will Charlotte, who has lived the most luxurious life among all the princesses, be satisfied with this old furniture?

It was something that Limon couldn’t help but doubt.

“Stay away.”

Charlotte neither affirmed nor denied Limon’s point.

I only snorted lightly.

So, instead of Limon, she stepped forward and reached for the old sofa.

A change has happened.

self.

A leather sofa that was sitting halfway down because it was worn out.

It wriggled as if it were alive on its own, then began to be reassembled one by one right after it was disassembled.

The rotten parts of the wooden frame are shaved off, and the metal fragments from the junk melt down and coat the frame.

When the spring on top of the frame twists strangely and returns.

The cotton and sponge, which had been crushed in half, swelled up again and regained their softness.

Frayed leather becomes smooth.

So after a while.

when all the changes are over.

The old sofa was no longer there.

Instead, only the antique sofa, which exuded an antique atmosphere and was as clean as new, remained in place.

“I think this should be enough for immediate use.”

[…It’s not enough, so can I sell it right away?]

“Stop talking nonsense. There is no way I can sell the furniture that I personally worked on for money.”

Yuna-kyung put on a dumbfounded expression.

Whether it’s the sight of an old sofa that seemed to be lying around in a garbage dump, it became fine in an instant.

Whether it’s a neat and luxurious appearance that’s put up in an antique shop.

Because it was beyond imagination.

However, Charlotte actually accepted Yuna-kyung’s admiration with a drowsy face.

As if it’s only natural that anyone admires their work…

“Oh, that’s great, isn’t it? This is enough to make me want to buy it even for a billion dollars.”

“Hey, you still have an eye for it.”

[…?]

I’m sure he had a similar admiration.

Why did Charlotte, who had a look of insignificance at her own words, start fixing other furniture right away while sneering at Limon’s praise?

While Yuna-kyung is shaking.

The other pieces of furniture also changed their appearance one by one under Charlotte’s care.

Rather than a restoration, it is rather a metamorphosis.

Save what needs to be saved.

Fix what needs to be fixed.

Reinforcing deficiencies, etc.

It was truly admirable in that it made all the furniture perfect with just the clutter that was rolling around the house.

[Wow, that sounds like magic…]

“Is that what the guy who learned magic is saying?”

[Learned magic.]

Yuna-kyung stuck out her tongue.

Obviously, magic is a power close to omnipotence.

It is also a mystery that can accomplish anything if it is paid enough.

But that also depends on the user’s capabilities.

Unless you’re a legendary archwitch like Sir or a witch who specializes in restorative magic, this level of work would be difficult even if it took several days.

How can you do it so quickly?

I couldn’t help but admire it even more knowing how difficult this was.

[I didn’t know that psionics could do this.]

“Well, that would be it. Because only the Golden Dragon Princess can do this.”

After a light shrug.

Limon added a word.

“My boss is also on the special side.”

[Is that so?]

“Even among the previous Princesses of the Golden Dragon, there were very few princesses who could perform such a feat. It was just lifting mountains or extracting gold from minerals.”

[…does that sound great enough?]

in the middle of muttering.

Yuna-kyung tilted her head.

For some reason, after Limon said something, it seemed that Charlotte was working on the furniture faster.

As if they were trying to show off something.

‘Um, is it because of my mood?’

Something seems strange, though.

I don’t know what’s strange

Even while Yuna-kyung was puzzled by the subtle sense of incongruity, the cleaning was completed faster than expected.

Limon, who knows this house well.

An unmanned vacuum cleaner brought by Yuna-kyung.

Most of all, of course, he remodeled all kinds of things in the house, including furniture.

It was thanks to Charlotte’s great performance that she made the remaining dust in the house get sucked into the garbage bag with just a flick of her finger.

So it was.

Why did Limon realize a certain problem after the cleaning was over?

“Here, boss.”

“Tell me.”

“Because I remember there were two beds in this house before we started cleaning?”

“In my memory, too.”

“But why is there only one now?”

“The bed was so worn out that I rebuilt it by gathering only the usable parts, and only one was left.”

“I think the size is too big for something like that.”

When Limon was shocked when he saw a luxurious and large king-size bed that replaced the original small bed.

Charlotte opened her mouth languidly.

“I don’t really care. So if you want…”

“Yes? Then it will be fine.”

“…Where are you going?”

“There’s a rocking chair right in front of the fireplace, so I’m going to sleep there.”

“…”

I was worried that if I went out to sleep alone, the proud Charlotte would be offended by being taken care of, but I’m glad she didn’t mind.

Limon said calmly.

It seems that this was not expected.

Charlotte blinked.

But Limon didn’t give her a chance to say anything.

I just waved my hand and left the bedroom.

“Then good night, sir.”

After Limon went out like that.

Left alone, Charlotte fell silent for a long time.

…bang.

It was a moment later that a gentle sound resounded, like a palm hitting a pillow, then faded away.

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“Charlotte G. Rothschild…?”

It’s like you can’t hold back your anger.

He trembled.

Then he said with a clenched fist.

“The prostitute of the dragon came to this city?”

“…yes.”

“Rather than tearing her to death, you actually helped her and ate her money?”

“I couldn’t help it. The situation at the time was…”

“Shut up!”

Fuck!

Maybe it’s because I got hit by an oil bottle that was violently thrown.

While the reporter, whose forehead was torn and blood was flowing, kept his mouth shut, he shouted in a clear voice.

“You ungrateful bastard! Do you think I’ve seen one or two people talking like you?”

“The situation was bad. Now there is no chance of winning even if we fight, so peace is the best. You say things that you don’t even want to say with your mouth and act like you’re unfair!”

“Well, in the end, the guy who sold his pride because he was blinded by money dares to…!”

The reporter knelt in front of him with ferocious eyes as if he were looking at his enemy.

Then he slammed his forehead on the floor and shouted.

thud!

“Please forgive me for my inadequacies in not being able to stand on the spot.”

How hard did you hit your head?

Even when he saw the reporter with blood flowing from his torn forehead, he did not reap his anger.

After struggling for a while, I just said it.

“There is no need for verbal excuses. If you truly want to be forgiven, prove it with your actions, not your words!”

“That is impossible.”

“What is it!?”

When he is enraged at the act of kicking away the mercy he bestowed upon him, his twin heart flares up.

the reporter asked.

“Do you remember the call from the Great Wall?”

“Don’t talk back! What does this situation have to do with it!”

“I am saying this because it seems to have something to do with it.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“For some reason, I don’t remember the figure of the man who was accompanying Chairman Charlotte… but he was definitely gray-haired and wearing a sword.”

As if I heard something I couldn’t hear.

He opened his eyes.

Then he asked in a trembling voice.

“Limon Aspelder…! That damned murderer came with the prostitute of the dragon?”

“It seems to me, yes.”

“gibberish!”

“….”

“The murderer and the prostitute of the dragon are Cheolcheon’s enemies, a relationship that can never coexist. But accompany? How dare you speak such nonsense!”

firm distrust.

blatant suspicion.

and faint horror.

It took a while to shoot the reporter with a face mixed with various emotions.

he said savagely.

“No more frivolous excuses! If you still have pride, go and get the dragon prostitute’s head right away!”

“…All right.”

Did you realize that any more words are useless?

The reporter bowed his head quietly for the last time and withdrew.

Still, he couldn’t contain his excitement.

Rather, he jumped up from his seat and walked around the room from side to side, muttering to himself.

“You fool! How dare you use it as an excuse when you don’t even know what kind of monster that murderer is.”

Contrary to his words, his face was full of nervousness.

I didn’t believe the reporter’s words.

Swordsmith Limon Aspelder is the guardian deity of mankind.

Even he, who thought that falsehood was undeserved, acknowledged only the achievements of cutting down seven dragons and stopping the Seven Dragons.

Did Limon accompany the Golden Dragon Princess?

It was as absurd as bullshit about dogs and cats mating.

But if that’s true…

“No, it can’t be true.”

Shaking off the sudden uneasiness, he reached out a hand.

Then, after flying through the air with a boom, she tipped the bottle in her grasp and inhaled the contents.

He crushed it and said with a growl.

“Even if it were true, he wouldn’t be able to thwart our plans again.”

Whether it’s a trivial orderer.

Whether it’s a prodigal daughter of dragon blood.

A murderer who knows nothing but knives.

Whether it’s a lord boasting with borrowed power.

Even so, in the end, foolish people who do not know who the true owner of this world is, believing only in small powers and running amok.

Although the providence has collapsed and such trivial things are gaining power, the world will return to its true owner on the day when the providence stands right.

with such firm faith.

he picked up the phone