Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 905

#905. I like it

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I’m not particularly proud of it.

Yuna-kyung was proud of herself.

There is no other blue bird in the world who has gone through a battlefield as dangerous as himself.

It was never overly proud.

Lord of level 100.

A dragon descendant princess.

The worst disaster, a demon.

Even the Sword Master.

It was because she had seen and even fought countless times with all kinds of absolutes that even an immortal who had lived a long time would not have seen.

Besides, even a dog in Seodang can recite Poongwol in three years.

As much as she always wandered around the absolutes, she gained various talents and built up her abilities step by step.

Sword master’s taijutsu.

Archwitch’s magic.

Armor of the Ancient Spirit.

Shinma union with Shera.

Even Hwasin Advent, the trump card.

…Even though most of them are from outside sources, her power to do her best is more than tolerable absolute.

Even if he couldn’t say nonsense about winning against a sword master, he could boast that he could survive for more than 10 minutes now.

Besides, her master is none other than the swordsmith of the world.

Slash the resurrected Sword Master.

Destroy the world federation.

He is not the dog bird of the world who took all seven princesses as his bride… but the absolute one among absolutes.

As long as there is a last-ditch strategy to reach the team leader if you are at a disadvantage, there is no opponent you should fear, be it a god or an absolute being.

Yuna-kyung was confident.

‘I want to run away…’

…until a while ago.

Eyes fixed on the floor.

Head bent at right angles.

Even the most dead breath.

In a corner of the tent, killing its presence as much as possible and imitating air, that figure is truly a pitiful blue bird.

Far from standing up against the Dreamroid Corps, it was the appearance of a chick that wanted to run away with its tail curled up even if a mouse appeared.

It was unavoidable.

this moment.

The heavy air that swallowed the tent made even the absolute humble and humble.

‘…what crime did I have to be here for?’

Thinking that it would have been easier to fight the Dreamroid Corps, Yuna-kyung couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Fortunately, she is not the only one who regards this place as a cushion of thorns.

The misfortune was that the tent was occupied by air so cold that there was no comfort in it.

roll around.

the center of that chill.

A white-haired man scratching his cheek.

To be precise, a girl was rolling in his arms.

Rolling around in someone’s arms, not even on a bed, is usually a description or a metaphor for spending time idle.

It was different this time.

Degur.

Stretching out the flexible body.

Place your upper body on his lap.

Roll over and bury your face in his stomach.

He sniffed and purred as if he felt better, and rubbed his cheek against those hard thighs.

The sight of her rolling around on the man’s lap to her heart’s content using her petite body is truly a beast.

It was like a cat snuggling up in a cozy nest, and it resembled a puppy playing cute with its owner.

Especially that happy expression.

It was a look that made me feel warm just by looking at it.

Nevertheless, there is one reason why the chill rages in this tent.

It was because of the pair of eyes.

“…they seem to get along really well.”

A hand resting on her chin at an angle.

Long, slender legs that sit cross-legged.

Fingers tapping the armrests.

A languid voice as if everything was boring.

While everyone was on the cushion, he sat on a chair alone and reached eye level.

The look was so vague that he seemed to belittle everything beneath his eyes.

But Yuna-kyung knew.

That she is not indifferent.

Not to mention that what you just said was obviously a sarcastic remark, not a compliment.

…If it wasn’t for that, there’s no way her golden eyes would have been so cold as she watched the eagle run with Limon.

“Yes, Suri is my disciple.”

“Does that mean it’s natural for priests to get along?”

“Well… not necessarily like that.”

Limon smiled bitterly.

I raised seven disciples.

That placenta was a really painful word for him, as he buried himself and cut down several people himself even after he was resurrected.

Maybe it’s because he realized it himself after seeing his bitter expression.

A blonde woman with twitching eyebrows.

Charlotte finally spoke with a snort.

“Well, since you’re the disciple I wanted to keep alive even when I made you my bride, it’s only natural that we get along well.”

whether it is acknowledged

Or is it rude?

Limon didn’t bother to ask.

Even if the timing wasn’t good, there was nothing to say as long as I saw Suri running in front of her and kissing her.

So I’d better keep quiet, at least until she calms down.

he thought calmly.

Indeed, it was a judgment like a veteran and an intuition like a sword master.

bubit bubit.

…The problem is that even though they are the same sword master, they don’t show their intuition.

Although she was a girl who continued to roll in Limon’s arms calmly and weakly, as if she couldn’t even feel Charlotte’s cold gaze.

“Um, repair?”

So Limon quietly called her.

I know it feels good, but to ask you to hold back for a while.

but right after that.

He couldn’t help but pause.

It was because the running repairman, who had been looking up at him like a puppy whose name had been called, suddenly raised his head.

And so, the moment those pink lips gently parted.

licking.

“…what are you doing?”

“answer. Showing affection.”

“Suriya people don’t usually lick the tip of their nose to show affection…”

Limon sighed as he saw the girl flicking his tongue at the tip of his nose.

And calmly pointed out.

“Above all, it’s in front of other people.”

“…?”

“It means that you should refrain from showing too much affection in front of other people.”

“…???”

The running repairman tilted his head.

And after a while, it leaned back to the other side.

I guess I don’t understand.

Or something seems odd.

The running repairman, who repeatedly tilted his head from side to side like an owl, spoke casually.

“confession. I like male teachers.”

“…what?”

“actually. Rather than eating the most delicious meat, than running in the meadow, than swimming in a lake, and… more than dreaming, a male teacher is better.”

Limon was speechless for a moment.

It wasn’t just that the confession was so out of the blue.

It was because it was so simple and crude without any rhetoric, so it conveyed a more pure and honest heart.

Especially since he knows better than anyone what it means to love her more than a dream.

It wasn’t just Limon.

Of course, Yuna-kyung, who was holding her breath.

Even Charlotte, who had cold eyes, couldn’t hide her subtle gaze.

Running Suri, a girl who was calm and calm in such a subtle atmosphere, looked up at Limon with bright eyes and asked.

“question. Does the male teacher like me too?”

“…”

“Teacher male?”

He spoke his honest heart.

Why is Limon not answering?

Although there are doubts, there is no anxiety at all, so the gaze of a disciple and priest is harder to block than a swordsman.

And sighing quietly in the baptism of warm, lukewarm, and cold gazes that can be felt even without looking.

Limon finally opened his mouth quietly.

“Likes.”

“who?”

“…I want you.”

“how much?”

“Suri as much as you like me.”

It is truly the realm of liberation.

Suri smiled brightly when she heard Limon’s confession of putting everything down after much agony.

Then, with a sigh, he hugged Limon and rubbed his cheek against his face.

“pleasure. I also like male teachers. The male teacher is also good. So no problem.”

“…”

“So, the male teacher.”

Limondo himself.

Because we liked each other, we became ‘pairs’.

Males and females are happy with each other the more they express their affection, but why should they cover it up?

The running repairman, who stopped Limon from speaking too confidently, looked at him with a bright face and demanded again and again.

“Demand me to mate.”

“…what to do?”

“explanation. The clearest expression of affection. Mating. So, I want to mate with a male teacher.”

“……Now here?”

“Positive.”

awesome

Whether Yuna-kyung opens her beak.

Whether or not Charlotte crushes the armrest of the chair.

At the end of watching a girl with a female face full of aspirations and her resilient body close to her before she was a disciple and a bride.

Let out a gentle sigh.

Limon pinched her cheek.

Koo Woo-wook.

“…???”

“Suri, when are you really going to become a human?”

“denial. I am human.”

“What would you do if you were born as a human being? People should act like people.”

Are you polite?

is it moral

It’s the three rivers and five wheels.

From common sense to cultural.

And even something very Confucian.

As a groom and as a teacher before being a male.

He was sullen by Limon, who started nagging like an old man who had lived on the Korean Peninsula alone for hundreds of years.

The running repair muttered.

“dissatisfaction. The male teacher is too much. They mated a lot before they got married, but they don’t feed the fish they’ve caught.”

“That’s why I’m telling you not to say things like that, you beast-like disciple.”

Not learning anything good.

Why do bad things learn quickly?

Limon patted the girl’s head as if he couldn’t help it while worrying like all teachers or parents would have.

As if that alone gave her energy back, the girl happily rubbed her head and nape in his hands.

“…Hmm, what a boring skit.”

Maybe it’s because of the atmosphere between the two, which feels warm and lukewarm like warm water.

Or is it because of the attitude of a running eagle that doesn’t care no matter how cold it radiates, like a tiger that doesn’t pay attention to the gaze of an ant?

It seems like I’m losing my pulse.

Charlotte snorted lightly and stopped glancing at her.

Only then did Yuna-kyung breathe a sigh of relief in the slightly calmer space.

The visitor, who had been holding his breath as nervously as she, finally opened his mouth with a light clearing of his cough.

“Looks like you came to me when I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Don’t worry, Shaman lady. It’s funny for a landlord to notice guests in his house.”

“Well, I’m glad that is the case.”

I feel so lucky.

after nodding.

The little squirrel bowed politely.

“First of all, I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of all Indians in North America.”

“Hmm, I haven’t done anything to be so thankful for.”

“Still, we are grateful. So, I declare it.”

“Declaration?”

After putting both hands on the floor and lowering his head deeply, he expressed his greatest gratitude.

The little squirrel slowly raised its head again.

Then, looking straight into his golden eyes, he politely held out an object he had taken from his bosom with both hands and continued.

“I swear to the Fairy Queen, from now on our lands will be your home, our blood will be your family, and our friends will be your spirits.”

“…Shaman lady, do you know what that means?”

“Of course I know.”

a long time ago.

A holy relic from the golden age.

Holding out the staff of mistletoe that the Fairy Queen had when she made a pact with the spirits.

After a long and lengthy discussion, the little squirrel conveyed the will of the nation, including all of the Continental Guardians and the shaman, the shaman.

“It means that our Continental Guardians want to be subjugated to you, Swordsman.”