Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 546

#546. It’s easy.

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[…so you told me to stay tied up here for a while?]

“That’s it.”

[How can that happen!?]

A blue bird locked in a cage.

As if in a fit of seizure, Yuna-gyeong grabbed the bar and hung on.

[I just did what the team leader told me to do, but why does the team leader lead a luxurious life and I have to be the

only one locked up like this!]

[That’s right, but that doesn’t mean you can’t accept it!]

“In order to become an adult, you have to be able to accept it even if you don’t agree with it.”

[If that’s an adult, I’ll just remain a baby bird!]

“Even if I tell you not to force it. Because I am not as hard as you.”

[Why is it that the team leader is having a harder time than me, who is suddenly trapped?]

“That’s…”

Limon blurted out his words.

How should I explain my current situation?

Because I was speechless.

To be honest, I still don’t understand why it happened.

“…just that.”

[No, so what is that?]

“Anyway, be patient a little longer. At least I was promised by the pharaoh that it wouldn’t be roasted.”

[It’s not comforting at all, is it? Besides, why do you avoid answering me?]

Maybe it’s because of the years we’ve been together.

Somehow, after reading the strange attitude, Yuna-kyung questioned the answer with a questionable expression.

When Limon scratches his cheek.

A sound was heard.

“Where is Limore?”

“Did you come already?”

[Heh?]

“Something happened, so I have to go.”

[Wait. Who is that voice just now? I can’t believe I was bewitched by someone else while I was here…!]

“Here’s a snack. I’ll come to feed you sometime, so be quiet.”

[Eup Eup Eup Eup!]

With the fruit that I brought with me in Yuna-kyung’s beak, I put it in.

Limon left the barracks.

Then, he approached the platinum-haired nun who was wandering among the barracks.

“I’m here, pretty sister.”

“Ah, I was in a place like this…”

Tak.

“Oh my goodness?”

As if I had just found it.

With a bright smile on your face.

While approaching with frequent steps.

Sister Joan of Arc, whose foot got caught in a stone, widened her eyes.

It was because Limon accepted the body that was about to fall, and it almost jumped into his arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yes. I am fine.”

The sweet scent of balm.

Soft and smooth skin.

Surprisingly strong muscles.

Even while cutting countless enemies and breaking their heads in my lifetime, I was frozen in a sensation I had never felt before.

Only belatedly, Joan of Arc, who was startled and broke away from Limon’s arms, blushed slightly and muttered,

“I can understand why Red Lizard-nim often hugs his sister.”

“yes?”

“Oh no, my younger brother said that he was surprisingly in good shape.”

“…Thank you for praising me, but I think it would be misunderstood if you said that in a situation like this.”

“What misunderstanding are you talking about?”

Of course, comrades-in-arms were happy to hear these words.

She often threw off her top to show off even a little more, and then ran away after being beaten by her two older brothers.

Why is the boy in front of him making a subtle expression?

Joan of Arc tilted her head.

Limon scratched his cheek.

“…Thinking about it, I was wrong.”

There’s no way a bastard would regard this neat nun’s words as sexual harassment.

Limon regretted giving useless advice.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc tilted her head, then smiled and squeezed Limon’s hand tightly.

“If you don’t know what you did wrong, don’t worry. No matter what sin you have committed, if you sincerely repent, the Lord will forgive you.”

“It’s not a mistake to ask God for forgiveness.”

“I should thank the Lord for that…”

Mulkeong.

“….”

“..”

With a kind smile.

After habitually bringing both hands together in front of the chest to pray.

Joan of Arc was silent.

It was because he realized that he was holding someone else’s hand only after feeling the pressure in his chest.

Similarly, Limon hardened.

I didn’t know what to do with the soft yet elastic touch of an old disciple that was passed down from my hands buried between the hills.

cross gaze.

A bit of a long silence.

At the end, Joan of Arc quietly let go of her hand.

Limon naturally removed his hand and spoke calmly.

“Your pretty sister.”

“…yes.”

“You’re clumsy, fix it.”

“I’ll be careful…”

It seemed like he couldn’t get over it because he was going to do that until a while ago.

Seeing Joan of Arc averting her gaze with her cheeks blushing slightly, Limon let out a sigh.

Maybe because I only learned swords when I was young.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been rolling around on the battlefield.

Maybe it’s because she neglected men because of her faith.

She was a girl who lacked some common sense about male-female relationships from long ago.

But still, after being dead and alive, I still can’t get a sense of the distance with a man I’ve been away from.

As a famous teacher, it was a headache.

However, it is not possible to reveal one’s identity in this situation and admonish it.

Limon, who replaced the admonition with light advice, naturally changed his words, thinking of his former pupil’s face.

“So why did you look for me?”

“Because Rimor suddenly disappeared without a word.”

“I told you that I was coming because I had some business to do.”

“If it was something other than the bathroom, I should have said it. My brother was so late that I had to search all the bathrooms.”

“…”

Seeing Joan of Arc smiling, Limon sighed over and over again.

It wasn’t just because I was frustrated that I couldn’t nag a naive ex-student who wasn’t worthy of my age.

This situation was so painful.

‘I had to stop it somehow then.’

After declaring that he would watch over himself 24 hours a day.

Joan of Arc really did.

Unless it was unavoidable, it really started to follow Limon without leaving.

Limon, who acted cautiously so as not to reveal his identity, felt like a bomb followed behind him.

‘…it’s a problem because there’s no way to stop it.’

But what can I do?

It’s justification and face.

A sword master who neglects everything and endures. It is next to impossible to exorcise Joan of Arc by force.

All they could do was make a formal protest.

But the peacekeepers said they didn’t know me, saying it was a personal deviation.

Thanks to that, Limon had no choice but to keep wearing Joan of Arc.

If I tried to subdue her or drive her out by force, and if there was a real knife attack, it was all over.

If that’s the only thing though.

It would have ended in a bit of a headache.

Roaring!

“I’ll allow you to watch, but I would have told you not to get too close to my aide.”

…Yes.

If only Joan of Arc had started following Limon around.

“You’re suddenly breathing fire at people, so Red Lizard-sama should learn more manners.”

A spark suddenly flared up between Limon and himself, and he had to take a step back.

Joan of Arc was not surprised.

He just smiled as he saw a red-haired woman who appeared from behind Limon and glared at him.

And Hasneti also said coldly, looking at Joan of Arc.

“If you want to teach me etiquette, stop chasing someone else’s room like a stalker.”

“Stalker? As the faithful shepherd of the Lord, I’m trying to protect my younger brother. Nothing like hunting…”

Somehow, Joan of Arc was taken aback.

Watching her hesitantly look at Limon, Hasneti’s eyes grew even colder.

“…Stalker is not a hunter, but a pervert like you who secretly follows others.”

“Then it has nothing to do with me.”

He openly follows.

I have no desire to hunt.

A pious nun.

The word stalker doesn’t fit.

Hasneti, who looked coldly at Jeanne d’Arc, who spoke with a very relieved face, reached out her hand.

And like showing off to someone.

Naturally, he wrapped his arms around Limon’s waist and pulled him into his arms, whispering.

“I would have told you not to leave my side?”

“It wasn’t me who was away, it was Pharaoh.”

“Even so, it’s your fault for not waiting patiently for me to return.”

“…Yes, I was wrong.”

Limon gave up his plea.

After Joan of Arc started following her.

Hasneti was more wary of her, carrying him around more than before.

And that’s not all.

When Hasneti tries to take Limon to the bathroom, doesn’t Joan of Arc follow her with blushing cheeks?

When Joan of Arc creates a mild atmosphere with Limon, Hasneti suddenly kisses him and creates an embarrassing atmosphere.

The two women would not allow each other to be with him even for a moment.

For Limon, who had been caught between two beauties all day long, the ground was about to collapse with a sigh.

But what can I do?

That this is all his karma.

Besides, as long as Joan of Arc follows Limon, suspicion will be avoided.

The situation itself wasn’t bad considering their position of having to buy time by avoiding a fight by any means.

Anyway, sacrificing oneself to keep peace was something Limon was used to.

“If you know you did something wrong, be punished.”

“…Now here?”

“Are there any problems?”

“No, Pharaoh do whatever you want.”

…Of course, the sacrifice has never been like this.

Would you call it resignation?

Let’s call it hail.

While naturally entrusting herself to Hasneti’s touch, which she has now become accustomed to.

“…?”

Limon was taken aback.

It was because he realized that Hasneti’s fingers, which had been tickling his thighs as if for granted, were making strange movements.

As if writing some letters.

[There’s a problem.]

The moment he realized the sentence was made up of the letters drawn on his skin.

As Limon accepted her kiss, he avoided Jeanne d’Arc’s eyes and pursed his lips.

‘What’s wrong?’

Joan of Arc is watching right behind you.

In order to avoid her attention, what is the fact that I need to inform urgently, even using such means?

He asked silently.

Hasneti answered with a finger.

[Peacekeepers begin to move.]

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‘Hmm, it seems that my younger brother is obsessed with Red Lizard-sama.’

like showing off to yourself.

Joan of Arc only blushed a little while watching Hasneti covet Limon right in front of her eyes.

I wasn’t particularly upset.

A sight like this.

Because I’ve seen it several times already.

I couldn’t help but feel a little stuffy at the sight of Limon actively responding to Hasneti’s touch rather than resisting it.

‘That too will end soon.’

Still, Joan of Arc was able to smile.

I knew from the start that he was obsessed with Hasneti.

And that it would be difficult for him to get in between the two, who had no flair because he had only wandered around battlefields all his life.

But it didn’t matter.

To make up for that deficiency, he asked a good junior to come up with a secret plan to beat Hasneti.

She just doesn’t know about love.

Because I know how to win.

‘I don’t know how to steal a man from that woman, but I know how to make a concubine leave a tyrant.’

said her good junior.

The reason I fall for a bad lover is because money, background, status, and appearance are more attractive than bad character and disposition.

so far in the past.

When performing in the Sword Tower.

He was just as engrossed in learning strategy as he was in swordsmanship.

As a nun, she did not take formal vows, but as a knight, she was directly ordained by the king.

The British Empire, the world’s most powerful country, was driven to the brink of collapse.

Before becoming a swordsman, the sword master, a knight and commander, thought.

‘?I just need to destroy the country of the tyrant.’

It’s that easy.