Geekigeek….
"It's the red-faced witch!! He's running away!"
A shout rang out among the grass.
Among them, a figure who seemed quite tall shouted loudly and drew his bowstring.
"Eliminate the warriors first! Urzen and Kazen, hold on to your ankles, and everyone who has the means to shoot down the witch, follow me!"
"Okay!"
"Yes!"
These people are busy forming a formation and moving at a certain angle.
The first person to pull the bowstring enters my cold, subdued field of vision.
[Use the highest quality recovery potion. ㅡ Some of the body's vitality is restored. ]
I jumped up, poured the red potion on my body, and kicked and crushed the head of the guy in the center of the formation.
"!!"
"Damn it! In one blow, the captain ㅡ"
As soon as the hand passes, blood pours out like a fountain.
Perhaps they are humans after all, and they scream and moan and hold on to the severed body parts.
It didn't take long to kill the rest.
But one thing was unexpected.
Contrary to expectations that the slash would come immediately. The swordsman was just looking at me curiously, with his arms crossed and a faint smile on his face.
Until the moment the guy who was pulling the last bowstring took his breath away. The swordsman did not swing his sword at me.
"…You're not blocking it?"
I asked, throwing down the heads of the guys I was holding.
The swordsman calmly tilted his head and stared at me with emerald eyes.
"After all, they are criminals. These are people who will do anything for money. I don't need to exert any effort for them. It was their sin to be weak."
A calm tone, as if stating the obvious fact that the sun rises and sets.
"…The original goal, Amelia, has already gone that far away?"
I was so dumbfounded that I asked the question. The swordsman asked back as if he truly did not understand.
"What does that mean?"
"…"
"When did I say that the purpose of coming here was to become a talented warrior?"
"…Then what was the purpose?"
The swordsman answered such a question as if it were natural.
-Sureuk, tak.
The swordsman raised his right hand and pointed at me.
"It's you. My irreplaceable husband."
"…What?"
Husband?
When asked in a tone of voice, "Are you kidding me?" The swordsman calmly shrugged his shoulders, asking what the question was.
"No, I'm surprised that it wasn't actually an exaggerated rumor. They say that a man I've never heard of anywhere single-handedly defeated a large demon beast and even killed a party of warriors by himself. Of course, Banpeun was a warrior's party. If you hugged that obstacle and killed them and the rest of the chasing group… it would mean you were exceptionally strong."
"…"
"And now I will test you."
I slowly lowered my posture and opened my mouth.
"…What if I pass the test? Are you letting Amelia go?"
"Anyway, it doesn't matter whether the fugitive hero dies or not. The only purpose is you."
"What if I beat you?"
The swordsman, who was silent for a moment, placed his hand on his lower abdomen and spoke.
"…I will take you as my husband and receive a good seed."
…What is this again?
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At first, it seemed like it was doing well.
A swordsman with a shoulder injury is especially prone to wielding a sword. It will be more fatal.
I moved with the cool-headed judgment that I had to fight head-on now to somehow win and return alive.
but.
-Kagagaga River!
Four slashes flew in an instant, splitting the floor, and were soon bounced away by my fist.
There wasn't even a moment to breathe. I tightened my numb fist and twisted my arm. The speed difference is already more than four times. If I stopped my arms even for a moment, I didn't know where the next attack would go.
Normally, a swordsman would use his right hand if he was right-handed, and his left hand if he was left-handed.
Or did you hold it with both hands and swing the sword like Amelia?
And the swordsman, who held the sword like a right-hander, was currently swinging the sword with his uninjured left hand. Stronger and faster than Amelia.
Originally, it was a difference in skill that would have resulted in three deaths. The blows that grazed my shoulder and earlobe were more than once. Before I knew it, my body was full of blood from cuts.
If you were aiming for the final blow, you are an absolute expert who could have already done so countless times.
'…It's too fast!'
I poured potions on the wound, which was leaking lukewarm blood.
My urgent eyes were moving up, down, left, and right to catch the next attack.
Even though you are already moving fast and swimming in a slow world, you cannot receive everything.
No, actually, that one is much faster.
The swordsman who was watching my movements closely said with a meaningful smile.
"He blocks quite well. No, that's great. You are far superior to those who grew up eating swords and rice in a decent order of knights or the arrogant nobles who have grown up with elixirs. Maybe the instructors will win in a funny way."
Huh-! The swordsman who swung a wide slash disappeared right before my eyes.
It was an absurd speed. I thought movement would be captured, at least in the slow world. There wasn't even any sign of that happening.
"Wow!"
"ㅡPretty good sensitivity."
The swordsman plunged his knee deep into my abdomen and then plunged his blade into my shoulder.
"I feel like I'm fighting a demonic beast, not a human."
In fact, the swordsman actually looked impressed.
Even though the attack was aimed at a blind spot, the knee did not reach the solar plexus. If you don't quickly remove the blade stuck in your shoulder, you could get caught.
How many people in this kingdom can put this kind of pressure on the swordsman?
We have already passed the point where we can no longer choose a unilateral option.
The swordsman once again disappeared into an afterimage.
It was nearly impossible to follow the last voice heard.
This is something Amelia herself taught me. If you turn your head when you hear a voice from behind you, you could get stabbed in the back.
You need to get the timing right when attacking.
"How long can I use it? Those potions."
Every time the wound increases, a bottle is poured. The moment I can't move my body anywhere, it's over.
In fact, my fists and legs have already started to feel heavy, as if there were metal bars attached to them. There was no longer any place for me to retreat.
According to what I heard, swordfighting is not a fighting style like this. I heard that it uses its natural magic power to attack and pour out slashes, grinding the human form until it is unrecognizable like a blender. This was why Amelia was so worried about me.
In other words, this meant that she was still measuring my dishes.
It means you are letting down your guard.
'…Where are you?'
If you rush in recklessly, the wounds will only increase. It is better to stand still and wait for the other person to come.
The wind blowing towards me, and even the faint sound of footsteps. The soil trembled unnaturally and the swordsman aimed for the moment when he would hit the ground.
-Slap! Deeply,
A blade that pierces and strikes the lungs.
I was sobbing, and blood started flowing back from my mouth.
"Huh!"
-Teoup.
But I caught it.
The hand of the swordsman who plunged the blade into my body. Surely.
Wow, the swordsman let out an exclamation and looked up at his held hand and me, indicating that he liked it.
"It looks like he wants to keep making you like him more on the day before.
"…"
"I plan to make it so that people will like it even more in the future."
-Thumping,
In an instant, my vision reverses.
Fortunately, the neck didn't fall off. It was simply because of the swordman's actions, pulling him towards him and instantly knocking him to the floor.
"You, what is your name?"
The swordsman asked me a question from a very close position with little space between him and me.
When I came to my senses, it looked like they were using both arms and legs to crush me and rape me.
Of course, it was a strange sight because the positions of the men and women were reversed.
The swordsman grabbed my chin and pulled me towards him, as if he was holding the chin of a frightened maid who had been thrown onto the bed and forced her to open her mouth.
"Come on, say it. I'm not very patient."
"Yuseong."
I could barely get the words out before my jaw bone was crushed.
After hearing that, the swordsman kept calling my name as if it was a very good sound and repeated it over and over again as if he would never forget it.
"Meteor, Meteor… Meteor… Meteor… Um, yeah. I will try my best to never forget you in the future. I'm not good at remembering men's names, but… Yoosung, I don't feel like I'll ever forget your name."
"Since when on earth have you been chasing me away…?"
"Hmm, doesn't that make me feel like I'm committing a crime? Just think of it as the affection of a pure girl who has experienced a tickling first love."
Do you think that if you say crazy things with a pretty face and a smile, it becomes true?
The ecstatic emerald eyes, which were gradually tightening around my neck, scanned my body one by one.
It feels like you are facing a wild beast with its prey right in front of you.
As much as I was prepared to be tortured to death. Although I was holding on to my spirit. I was almost delirious at the completely unexpected sight.
"Yuseong."
next.
The swordsmith's voice with a happy sigh passed by my ears.
Hot breath touches my ear. The sound of my heartbeat, heard through the reddening blush, rang loudly in my ears.
"Could it be that I called you here to have a duel?"