Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 877

#877. I have something to tell you

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[Ugh.]

My stomach turns.

My head is dizzy.

Feet and wings tremble.

As much as when he was cursed while fighting the resurrected demon…

No, in a sense, he was in a more serious condition than then, and moaned for a long time.

Yuna-kyung barely lifted her head and muttered resentfully.

[Okay, who the hell stabbed me in the back of the head…]

But right after that.

Yuna-kyung hardened.

And he opened his beak.

It wasn’t just the sight of the small party room, which was originally tastefully decorated but now a mess.

It was because of the people who were there.

A white-haired girl fell asleep holding a spoon like a microphone on a wide sofa.

The same silver-haired girl with a happy face buried her face between her sister’s meager breasts.

A red-haired woman sleeping with her arms folded in a chair on one side, wearing a military cap tightly.

A blue-haired beauty lay on the other side of the table like a corpse.

And even a black-haired girl crouching in a corner of the party room with her tail twirl.

It’s a mess.

Will it be a mayhem?

It was a while to see the sight of the princesses, all with the power of ruling power, lying around like corpses.

The moment I saw countless bottles lying among them.

Yuna-kyung finally realized.

[…Ah, it wasn’t because I was hit in the back of the head, it was because of a hangover.]

Tak!

[Woo-wook.]

After inadvertently hitting his forehead with his wings.

It was when Yuna-gyeong grabbed her beak, holding on to her stomach, which was further twisted by the recoil.

A single pill popped out in front of her.

[Ugh, thank you. Doctor’s sister.]

“Thank you, don’t dirty the floor any more. And if you do, I will tell Arbella to prepare roast sparrows this morning.”

[Roasted sparrows are okay, but wouldn’t bean sprout soup better for hangovers?]

“….”

Maybe it’s because I haven’t woken up yet.

Whether or not Maia frowned upon seeing the blue bird suggesting a hangover menu with a blank face.

Yuna-kyung let out a long yawn and muttered.

[Anyway, Maia unni is also amazing. He drank so much and still

looks fine like this.”

[I fell into a keg. You’re exaggerating too much because at least you accidentally fell into the glass a few times.]

“Erase the smell of alcohol from the feathers and say that.”

Maia was cynical.

It wasn’t just Yuna.

It was the same for the other princesses scattered around the party room, all of which smelled of strong alcohol.

It was a party that started with the intention of getting drunk in the first place, and it was the result of Maia generously opening the green dragon clan’s storage.

Even Maia is only safe because she has perfected the dragon’s true blood and achieved invulnerability.

The amount and strength of the alcohol they drank was such that even a dragon would faint.

It was admirable that even after interfering in the drinking party with only a blue bird subject, the name was still attached.

So it was.

The reason Yuna-kyung couldn’t help but

admire [Your sister-in-law is doing well…]

“The secret to drinking moderately is not the amount of alcohol but the age.”

[I don’t think it’s just that the term age is not enough.]

With a pipe in one hand.

After looking at Syr, the witch with dark red hair, who was leisurely tilting her wine glass, she stuck out her tongue.

Yuna-kyung looked around.

[Come to think of it, what about the rich sister?]

“I went back to my room before I collapsed.”

[You’re such a rich older sister…]

It’s the same with Charlotte, who drank to the point of intoxication.

It’s a while to admire the perfect princess’s actions before showing her arrogance after getting drunk and falling asleep.

Yuna-kyung suddenly asked.

[It’s been four days already, right?]

“No, it’s a week.”

[…Where did the three days go?]

“Where did you go?”

[Hmm…. As expected, you should drink in moderation.]

I didn’t even ride a time machine, but three days flew by in an instant, so there’s no magic.

While Yuna-kyung nodded.

Maia asked casually.

“What do you think, Madou Queen?”

“It would be nice if the groom was unselfish.”

“…I’m asking about the results.”

“Oh you mean that?”

Maybe he was drunk, but he seems to have revealed his honest inner feelings.

It’s a bit of a laugh.

Putting down the wine glass.

Sir said languidly.

“To be honest, I don’t know if the baby will succeed or not.”

“Even though you suggested this method?”

“Just because the possibility of surgery is high doesn’t mean that all surgeries are successful.”

In the first place, the prince’s kiss was a gamble.

Although the effect may be miraculous, it is activated only when true love is achieved, so it was a last resort that archwitches used only at the moment of death.

Moreover, it was remodeled so that it could be used even with psionics by adding the law of resuscitation of lions.

Will this magic be successful?

No matter how legendary the archwitch, Sir, could not guarantee the outcome.

“I guess that means it’s up to him in the end.”

“That’s what it means.”

“….”

“Why are you worried that your baby will be heartbroken?”

“Heung, I’m just worried that our investment will be wasted in vain.”

The reason they allowed the swordsman to sit next to Limon and even set up a bridal chamber was to supplement their strength as sword masters.

Even after doing this, if she dies or fails to generate power, the loss will be great.

Look at Maia snorting.

Shir laughed.

“Whoops, you can’t be very honest.”

“…”

“Don’t worry too much. Even that little bastard is not a fool to just lose his bride.”

Maybe it’s because I don’t like being treated like a child.

Despite Maia’s chilly eyes,

Shire didn’t erase her smile.

I just took a sip of my cigarette and took a sip of it.

The moment when Maia frowned upon seeing this and opened her mouth.

she paused.

And after waking up

I took a step towards the door.

[Huh, doctor sister? Where are you going?]

While Yuna-kyung looked on, wondering at the sudden action, Maia opened the door and left the party room.

And he just moved on.

Chase the vaguely spreading scent.

Through the still dark hallway.

take the elevator

Familiar place you’ve arrived.

In the past, in front of the artificial flower garden where he lived almost always to seal his own toxicity.

Maia stopped walking.

“It looks like you had a pretty good time with your new bride.”

“Thanks to the doctor.”

over the past week.

A gray-haired man who had been locked out of the bridal room and finally came out through the thick door.

At the end of looking at Limon.

Maia asked quietly.

“How was the post-mortem?”

“Once I saved my life.”

“…exactly?”

listen to the answer

she shut up again.

Limon’s short answer was enough to tell me a lot.

Sir’s magic succeeded, but in the end it failed to wake up the swordsman who was in a state of suspended animation.

Of course, that was what I was prepared for.

It was the result that Cyr, who suggested the method in the first place, had expected, and Limon did it, thinking that it would be fortunate if he could save the life of the swordsman.

But as the best in the world.

Maia knew.

That the human heart is not simple enough to be genuinely happy that the patient saved his life.

Especially if the other person is the disciple he cherished and the bride he loves.

So it was.

The reason why she couldn’t help but feel more disturbed by Limon’s words that followed.

“What about the other princesses?”

“…he’s sleeping.”

“Yeah… I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean?”

“For making everyone suffer because of me.”

Maia felt it.

I wouldn’t be comfortable with myself either.

Even in the midst of this, the urge to comfort the bride who takes care of their hearts first.

But at the same time I wished.

May he soothe this bitterness that a week of drinking and talking has not been able to erase.

I can’t stand that urge.

The moment she tried to reach out.

[Ah, team leader!]

I’m enjoying it.

A blue bird flew by.

[What if you come out now! My sisters and I were so worried that something might have gone wrong!]

“I think it smells a bit too much for you to say you were worried?”

[This is because I drank some medicinal alcohol to calm my worries. You were so worried that even the princesses collapsed from drunkenness!]

“…really?”

I had already expected it from the time I smelled the alcohol wafting from Maia’s body.

However, seeing Limon smile bitterly at those words, such as confirm killing, Maia withdrew her hand and opened her mouth coldly.

“I didn’t know that you shouldn’t show grace not only to beasts with black hair, but also to beasts with blue feathers.”

[yes? What did you just say?]

“Never mind. You’ll find out later anyway.”

While Yuna-gyeong, who was photographed by the princess of the green dragon clan who was so strict with Eun-won without even knowing it, was tilting her head.

Sir, who appeared late, laughed and opened his mouth.

“What are you going to do now?”

“…well.”

Maybe it’s because of the blood that resonated with psionics and provided vitality to Anastasia for the past week.

Or maybe it’s because I’m confused,

after a long silence.

Limon opened his mouth.

“I must do my job.”

“Whoops. Ah, it sounds like you, but for now, take a break.”

Right after he destroyed the World Federation and saved Anastasia’s life, he laughed at Limon, who was talking about work again.

Sir slowly turned his head.

And looking at Maia, who looks at the bewildered blue bird with cool eyes.

whispered meaningfully.

“Because it won’t be easy to appease your pouting brides.”

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Moderately luxurious.

Pretty comfortable to stay.

However, it is a thoroughly sealed place where not even a mouse can escape.

In the past, he competed with the Seven Dragons for supremacy in the world, but now it has been occupied and only those for management remain in the basement of the World Federation.

The woman sitting there opened her mouth as she closed the Bible she was reading.

“It is a bit unexpected. I didn’t know you would come find me.”

Dressed in a fancy suit.

Gentle impression and atmosphere.

To a neat and tidy look.

The woman with a calm appearance, who could hardly be considered a prisoner, slowly looked away.

“So what did you come for?”

Originally, the others, of course.

A place made so thoroughly that it is difficult for absolutes and even sword masters to invade.

However, looking at the man who played the most decisive role in making this place, so he was able to enter here so easily, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

She smiled.

“Creator Lord.”

One of the very few who escaped the sword gun.

The last remaining monarch in the World Federation, where most of the monarchs have either died, betrayed, or been captured.

A being at the pinnacle of all players when it comes to crafting and producing items.

The Creator opened his mouth.

“I have something to tell you.”

“You mean me?”

“yes.”

Ahead of Johanna.

He put his hand in his bosom.

In order to find out the reason why he escaped the sword gun to avoid the showdown with the Seven Dragons.

“It is an object left to you by the wisdom of the great stars.”

Like that…

the last legacy of Ruler.

Before the power was sealed in the Nine Worlds.

Created by the Constellations themselves.

one pocket watch.

The Creator Lord who respectfully held out with both hands the first Seven Arcs Kronos (Χρόνος) watch, the first of the seven seals.

No, the last specter of the Liberation Brigade.

The Magician said heavily.

“Apostle of the lofty star.”