Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 203

#203. Isn’t it funny

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Even though all the London fog has disappeared, the world in the mirror is still covered with thick fog.

There, Yuna-kyung, who was looking into the crystal ball with Shire, was in a state of absurdity with all her might.

[Why did that old man, the magic lord, come here when London is in a mess?! It even blows up attack skills!]

To be honest, it was a strange thing.

It was because Carol, who at first wiped out hundreds of shadow monsters with a powerful skill, disappeared immediately after that.

So I was wondering where and what to do.

Seeing him appearing here out of nowhere and floating in the sky with an angry face was just mind-boggling.

However, Shir calmly took over the situation.

“Well, from what you’re saying, you’re probably wondering if it’s us witches who created this mess.”

[Does that make sense?]

“There is nothing that makes no sense at all. It’s true that we actually prepared this and that behind the scenes.”

[You have to deny it first! Why are you saying something that raises suspicion?]

Yuna-kyung is amazed.

Shir laughed at her.

“Isn’t that fun? Look at this idiot who usually pretends to be smart about everything and acts like a funny clown.”

[The witch’s sister’s personality is really amazing!!!]

“I’m not a witch for nothing.”

Could it be because Sir’s attitude of leisurely chatting with Yuna-kyung fueled his anger?

Carol shouted out loud with her beard trembling.

“Don’t pretend, witch! I don’t think I’ve noticed that you’ve been raiding London with monsters and preparing a sinister ritual here!”

[Wait a minute, isn’t that right? It’s true that they were preparing magic, but those monsters…]

“Shut up the witch’s evil familiars!”

[Eek! A cute and dainty blue bird like me, an evil servant!]

Carol didn’t let go of her anger, regardless of whether Yuna-kyung was hot-headed or not.

“No need for excuses! Stop the raid now and stop the ritual! Otherwise, I will not forgive you!”

“That is a very scary story.”

Sir said as if he was in trouble.

But that’s just talk. Her eyes, looking at Carol, contained cold mockery and contempt.

Having lived a longer life than Limon, she knew.

Whatever he said here would not work for Carol, who was convinced that the cause of all this was a witch.

Because what was in his eyes right now was burning conviction and resentment.

It was because the eyes were the same as those of the apostles of justice who rejoiced at defeating evil by burning witches at the stake in the distant past.

Above all, thanks to another reason, Sir was able to draw simple conclusions without worrying too much.

“But what about this? This is what a child who is scarier than a bastard like you made me do, so I can’t follow your words.”

“…good night. If it comes out like that, I’ll stop you guys with force! ?Fire ball?!”

Kwakwagwagwang!

Carol immediately swung the staff as if she hadn’t expected it in the first place.

The moment when he felt like the whole house where Shir was sitting on the roof was blown away by a huge fireball he shot.

Carol’s face distorted.

Shortly after the crystal ball that Sir was looking into cracked.

This is because the house that had been smashed and burned was shattered like a mirror, and the figure of Sir sitting on the roof in good shape was revealed beyond it.

“It’s really reckless to attack a lady without hesitation.”

“There is no such thing as a witch to protect!”

as if nothing had happened.

Carol, who became more indignant at Sir’s natural attitude of pointing out etiquette, swung his staff again and again.

At the same time, what appeared around him was a baptism of various skills.

?Lightning Bolt? ?Freezing Killer? ?Lock Down? ?Blade Storm? etc.

Syrrh’s appearance was shattered one after another like glass in the wild fire of a skill with great power, and then repeated to reveal its whole appearance.

The crystal ball, which increased in gold one by one at that time, eventually shattered.

The moment when a huge rock fell towards Sir who finally revealed his true identity.

Shire took out a crab-shaped sterling silver sculpture and dropped it, opening his mouth quietly.

“Toaka auM.”

cooong!

With a short spell, immediately after the sculpture she dropped permeated the roof, the house with legs suddenly sprung up and crawled sideways to avoid the rocks.

The transformation of the house did not end there.

The two chimneys towering on the roof turned into claws and stretched out towards Carol.

At the same time, it was a giant clam that was fired from the wide open claws.

Although it looked ridiculous, the clam shell, which weighed about 200 kilograms and was surrounded by a shell as strong as a rock, flew at Carol with its mouth wide open.

Unfortunately, after colliding with Carol’s spread ?Flame Shield?, that giant clam was roasted whole and fell off.

The crab house, however, did not give up. As if there were any number of clams, they just fired giant clams in succession.

It was a very futile effort.

Because he couldn’t stop Carol, who was attacking and defending at the same time, causing fire and ice lightning in a row.

As the giant clams are burned, frozen, fried, and turned into clam dishes, the crab house quickly breaks down in a counterattack.

However, Sir, who was sitting on the roof, was not shaken in the slightest.

He just took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, sprinkled the jewel powder in it into the air, and uttered a short incantation.

“Suriya Vir ZKazak.”

Pew!

That moment.

What exploded into the air was a sweet storm.

The flame is chocolate, the cold is ice cream, the rock is bread, and the lightning is sugar cookies.

A shield of innumerable bubbles that turns everything it touches into sweets.

Seeing that, Carol let out an angry roar.

“What kind of joke is this!”

“Hmm, does it look like a joke?”

“If it’s not a joke, are you trying to make fun of me?”

Carol shouted furiously.

That would be the moving crab house, the bubbles that make sweets, etc.

No matter how you look at it, Sir’s magic was completely missing elements that could be called seriousness or seriousness.

I don’t know if it’s usual. It was something that would anger Carol, who had come to fight to the death to protect London.

Shir, who was looking at Carol like that, said with a smile.

“That’s rather what I want to ask.”

“What are you saying!”

“You bastard, why can you only use that great skill that way?”

“…that way?”

“I’m talking about that trivial way of sticking together for efficiency to kill and break something.”

“Are you saying my skills are worthless?”

“Of course.”

Like seeing something really ugly.

Looking at Carol with pitiful eyes, Sir languidly continued his words.

“Magic is originally an offense permitted by God to humans. It is a method of deceiving the providence of the world and a secret technique that enables people to surpass even gods.”

a long time ago.

Early in the Silver Age, when the gods had just descended into the world.

Humanity was so stupid and weak that it was difficult to even survive without the help of gods or spirits.

So, the gods spread various technologies including agriculture and medicine to prosper mankind and gave them ways to cheat the providence.

that’s the magic.

It was a mystery that imitated the divine power that the gods, the agents of providence, allowed poor humans.

That’s why magic was also a power that theoretically made anything possible.

“But why do you only use that power to fight like a primitive man when you are called a magic lord?”

What if you have something to fight for?

You just need to find the master of the Seven Dragons.

What if you had to kill God?

Just ask the Sword Master.

In the first place, the seventy-two kinds of swordsmanship they learned were to protect themselves and fight the enemy.

However, witches and priests had no reason to do so.

With magic making all impossible possible, they could solve any problem without fighting.

So, until the religious wars intensified in the Silver Age, most witches and priests worked mainly as scholars, researchers, pharmacists, and artists.

And, as one of those old-fashioned witches, Cyr revealed his impression of Carol’s skill.

“Isn’t this the fun of watching?”

Turn a country girl into a princess.

Turning naughty children into frogs.

making the king march naked through the streets, etc.

Using power that could have been more ‘fun’ only for fighting is the same atrocity as using a book or toy to beat and kill people.

Sir said calmly.

“Fun… fun?”

As if some part of the words stimulated the planting, the beard trembled for a while.

Carol let out a wide smile.

“Heh heh heh. Yes, to you witches with a history of thousands of years, my skills might seem trivial.”

It has been only thirty years since the beginning of the Iron Age.

It was an unreasonable insult to Carol, who had created numerous spells from class 1 to class 9 by establishing the theory and system of magical skills.

But he wasn’t angry.

No, rather, he looked at Syr with cold eyes like ice and continued.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t beat me with your petty pranks.”

It’s like trying to prove that fact.

Carol held the staff with both hands and held it horizontally.

Unlike until now, when he was in a fit of rage, he vomited an icy killing blow, and he quietly opened his mouth.

“?Spell Rank Up? ?Magic Power Storage : Magic Power Storage? ?Fire of Inferno : Flames of Hell?.”

Aaaaaang!

At that moment, what came out of Carol’s staff was jet-black flame.

The gigantic pillar of flame that ignited the fog and swallowed the entire crab house in which Sir was sitting.

The heat was so terrifying.

The crab shells that had been shooting giant clams were destroyed in an instant by the aftermath alone, and the foamy shield that surrounded Sir was also bursting at a terrifying speed.

Of course, the flames that touched the bubble shield also turned into chocolate, but that was only part of it.

The flame made even the chocolate flow like lava and quickly tightened Shir.

“Hmm… yes, if we fight head-on, I won’t be able to defeat you with my own strength.”

Looking at the flames approaching as if they were going to burn him without even bone meal, Shire readily admitted his incompetence.

A monarch is the absolute ruler of this age.

Although he harshly criticized that fighting was useless, that’s why Carol’s skills were so powerful.

Even Syr, a witch who has lived a long time for more than a thousand years, can only endure one on one.

Above all, due to the nature of magic that always requires a price, in a long battle, she had no choice but to lose to Carol.

But Sir was not anxious.

I just opened my mouth with a meaningful smile.

“But what if I’m not alone?”

When Carol twitched between her brows at those unfamiliar words.

?Seventy

-two kinds of martial arts, three seasons,

seventy-two kinds

of martial arts

.

Sharp waves cutting through the air.

The gigantic pillar of fire that had surrounded Shir and held him in place split into left and right sides at once.

At the same time, Carol’s face distorted without realizing it as she saw a woman in uniform who had lightly fallen between herself and Sir.

“…Count Rose!”