Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 410

#410. it’s you

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Always wake up at the same time.

always eat the same breakfast

I always go to work in the same car.

For Ksenia, it was a routine.

It was boring as I had started my day like that for years, but it was also something I got used to more than that.

‘what?’

So it was.

what she wondered about

The strange sense of incongruity she could feel because she had always started the day the same way made her look around.

‘Something is strange.’

The VAS car that goes up and down.

Light bus at the stop.

After taking a quick look around the sunken streets, Ksenia suddenly realized.

‘…Has this place always been this quiet?’

There are also cars that would normally be full of roads. The workers who were filling the bus and the passers-by who were busy walking.

I mean, it’s very little.

I don’t know if it’s something special.

It was strange considering the nature of Moscow, where on weekdays most, if not most, of the people did similar work.

‘Besides that, I feel a little empty…’

Ksenia was in the middle of thinking about why she was feeling this way.

Something strange came into her eyes.

Some of the passers-by checked their watches and took something out of their bags.

“That’s…”

Ksenia’s eyes widened.

It wasn’t just because they recognized at a glance that they were taking out the latest rocket launchers and rifles as they worked in a munitions factory.

The red sash they wore on their heads.

The one symbol it meant terrified her.

“Tongue revolutionaries?”

The moment when Ksenia, who only belatedly realized what this situation meant, inadvertently held her breath.

As they roared, several warheads fired from rocket launchers flew into Okrana’s headquarters, which stood proudly at the end of the road.

“??? ?????? ???????!”

Cuckoo and gwagwang!

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“Brothers! Sisters! Wake up everyone! The time for revolution has finally come!”

“Liberty and equality to us!”

“All power to the Soviets!”

Meanwhile at that time.

It wasn’t just Okrana’s headquarters that was attacked.

From the KGB to the Central Supervisory Board.

Usually referred to as the government dog, simultaneous raids were launched where there was an organization or individual loyal to Yekathrice.

At least dozens of those places.

It was enough to temporarily throw all of Moscow into chaos.

In the chaos that aroused, the revolutionaries revealed their identities that they had been hiding.

“Let’s get our rights back!”

A worker in greasy overalls wore a headband.

“Let’s not pass dictatorship on to our children!”

A woman working at a restaurant took a gun out of the refrigerator.

“The dictator must step down!”

The driver who was driving the bus crossed the line and veered off the road.

“Cool cool cool! Glory to the Soviets once again!”

Senior man raises red flag at free clinic.

The movement of each person is literally Junggu Heating itself.

Compared to properly trained soldiers and agents, it was hard to say that they were orderly.

However, it was different when viewed as a group.

Even if one ant seems to be selfish, order arises in a procession of tens of thousands.

Although they appeared in completely different places, the movements of the revolutionary forces moving in the same direction created a huge flow in Moscow.

And many of them were not original revolutionaries.

As they were dissatisfied with the government from the beginning, 10% of them decided to actively participate in the revolution at this opportunity.

30% of those who had no idea about the revolution, but were stimulated by crowd psychology and became sympathetic.

And…

“Let your brothers and sisters join us.”

“I have to go to work today…”

“How long are you going to live as a slave to a dictator? Stop talking nonsense and put this headband on!”

“I’m afraid! No need to wrap it around!”

Of course, he was insulted as the dictator’s dog for not joining the revolution.

About 50% of those who hurriedly joined the procession fearing the actions of the revolutionary army ‘ask for’ cooperation with a gun in one hand.

In that way, the revolutionary army increased in number exponentially.

Start with tens of thousands.

multiplied by hundreds of thousands.

And even more than a few million.

As time went on, the increasing number of people eventually filled the city with red waves.

“Let’s kick out the dictator!”

“Let’s take back our country from the uncivilized savages!”

“The bandits of the Silver Dragon Clan, go back to the plains and feed the sheep!”

Is it the power of the group?

At first, those who only passively followed the people who joined in a haphazard manner gradually became more active as they chanted along with the slogans of the revolutionary army.

Thus, the red wave gradually became rougher and went in one direction like a tidal wave.

“Let’s kill the dictator!”

…with a white-haired girl wearing a mask and glasses, waving a red flag and shouting the most passionately.

Truly full bloom of blood.

The momentum was reminiscent of the advance of madness led by the swordswoman Joan of Arc in the past.

on top of a tall building.

Yu Na-kyung, who was sitting on Limon’s shoulder and watching the scene, blankly opened her beak.

[Wow, something happened…]

“…”

[Team leader, what should we do with this? At this rate, there will be a lot of damage]

Yuna-kyung made a rare worried expression.

The suppression of even a thousand unarmed civilians is bound to result in casualties.

Even more so, when millions of revolutionary soldiers armed with guns and heavy weapons clashed with the Russian army, they had to come out without suffering any damage.

Even if the Russian army only wants to use non-lethal weapons, the revolutionary army won’t.

So it was.

After hearing Limon’s answer, Yuna-kyung put on a bewildered expression.

“Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”

[…Leave it?]

“It means literally.”

[Wait a minute, you’re saying you’re just going to watch?]

Yuna-kyung, who never expected to hear such an answer, put on an absurd expression.

But Limon was calm.

“Isn’t it strange that I help them beat the Russian soldiers? You can’t stop the Revolutionary Army though.”

[Why can’t it be prevented? If the team leader just protested, everything would stop!]

“Are you telling me to suppress the revolutionary army?”

[I’m not saying to oppress you, but to mediate between the two by talking well.]

“Do you think you can talk to that crazy princess?”

[That’s…]

Yuna-kyung was speechless.

What kind of character is Yekathrice?

He had already been through it, so he knew how absurd it was to persuade her.

“And what about the Revolutionary Army? Do you think the kids who rose up to overthrow the dictator will stop now?”

[The revolution was caused by dissatisfaction, right? So if you improve the complaint well…]

“It’s useless.”

Cut off Yuna-kyung’s words.

Limon said quietly.

“Revolution is a tree that feeds on blood. Once it sprouts, it must continue to bleed, and more blood is needed to cut it down.”

Even Sergei, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, said it was impossible to stop the crowds that had already swelled to millions.

Watching Limon speak coldly, Yuna-kyung was devastated.

[…Are you saying that the cataclysm prophesied by the white sister could happen because of this revolution?]

“There is a possibility.”

[Then what should I do?]

“I already told you. I’ll wait and see for now.”

[How long?]

“Don’t ask me. After all, there is nothing I can do about it.”

[…]

At that moment, Yuna-kyung blinked.

As usual, a grumpy face.

A condescending and cynical attitude.

However, the toxic heavy eyes she could feel after watching Limon for years made her look strange.

It was then that Limon added a word.

“I don’t think I need to do anything.”

[Yes?]

Whether Yuna-kyung is puzzled or not.

Limon didn’t bother explaining.

I just watched with my arms crossed as the red wave of the Revolutionary Army covered Moscow.

Thanks to that, Yuna-kyung, who was following Limon and looking down at the movement of the revolutionary army, forgetting the strange sense of incongruity she had felt earlier, suddenly tilted her head.

[…Huh?]

[Huh? Wait a minute.]

[What is this…?]

At first I wondered.

next time just in case

After looking around the city several times, Yuna-kyung opened her beak.

It was because he belatedly realized a fact that he had not realized before because he was overwhelmed by the seething momentum of the revolutionary army.

It was a long time later that the revolutionary army, which was sweeping Moscow in a panic, noticed the fact.

It was around the time that I proudly entered the Kremlin Palace.

“…hey.”

“Why brother?”

“This is the Kremlin, right?”

“of course. Can’t you see?”

“No, I know, but…”

Take a moment to look around the splendid palace that Russians, especially Muscovites, would not know about.

The man of the Revolutionary Army, who dangled the rifle he had been carrying, asked with a confused face.

“But why is there no one guarding it?”

“…”

There was no answer.

I couldn’t understand this situation because other people did the same.

It wasn’t just the Kremlin.

Even those who entered Okrana’s headquarters, puzzled by the rocket launcher and no response no matter how many shots they fired.

Even those who attacked KTB’s stronghold.

Even those who delayed the military unit.

It was because he was embarrassed to see an empty building without a single fly, let alone an armed soldier or a vicious agent.

after receiving the report.

Sergei realized it belatedly.

The reason why their rebellion went more smoothly than expected.

The reason why they did not encounter a single meager resistance, let alone a battle, until they captured the Kremlin.

“Everybody… ran away?”

The silver dragon clan and the Russian army.

Okrana and the KGB.

Even the family of a high-ranking official.

Sergei is stunned when he realizes that the people they were fighting against have long since bounced back.

The white-haired girl, who had been enchanted for the longest as she had taken the lead in storming the Kremlin, muttered blankly only after a while.

“…????? ???? (oh my god)?”

and that time.

The white-haired young man on top of the building bent his back.

“Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[Chief T?]

Whether or not the blue bird on my shoulder almost tumbled down.

Limon didn’t care.

He grabbed his stomach with the momentum of rolling on the floor and burst into laughter, only to giggle and mutter a long time later.

“You really are a fool princess. You really are.”

Where did the sharp momentum of a moment ago go?

Limon opened his mouth with a laughing voice, straightened his back and raised both hands.

“No, should I say it’s like you?”

Even in one-on-one head-to-head.

Even in one-to-many hand-to-hand combat.

Even before extensive annihilation.

Even in tricks and surprises.

The weakest, inferior to all other clans.

Even so, of course, he endured the age of heroes.

Those who suffered less damage than any other clan by running away without being caught by Limon, who was chasing the Seven Dragons relentlessly.

The White Dragon Clan, who excels at ‘escape’ in the Seven Dragons.

Limon clapped his hands at the thought of their princess, who by now would have been triumphant with an expressionless face.

mate mate mate.

Slowly.

but heavy.

With delightful admiration.

In just a few days, he fled with all those who would be the targets of the revolutionary army.

Limon quietly praised the girl who accomplished the feat of turning a revolution that even she could not stop into a bloodless one.

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“Fighting and winning is sewage. You must win without fighting to become a master. So running away is winning.”

Trans-Siberian Railway.

It is one of the few means of transportation that can cross Siberia, the land of severe cold.

The white-haired girl who ran away in the veins of Russia spoke triumphantly while rubbing Krembo in the luxurious cabin of the train.

“It’s wonderful, Princess. This Tata has nothing more to teach you.”

And the white-haired woman who carried out this escape plan on her orders.

Tata said in admiration.

No, it was a sincere admiration.

To escape well from the White Dragon Clan is a great compliment.

In that respect, Ainsha’s escape was worthy of a perfect score of 100, complete with speed, accuracy and neatness.

…If Yuna-kyung had heard of it, she would have argued in a fit of rage that winning without fighting never meant that.

“Tata praise is early.”

whether you know that fact or not.

Ainsha said bluntly.

And looking at the pile of luggage piled up from his cabin to the cargo hold, he continued with an expressionless face as always.

“Our fight starts now.”