Chapter 512

#512 I can’t help it.

“If you are going to say hello, be polite to the elders first.”

Maybe it was because the lower class was unpleasant.

Despite Limon’s sharply sarcastic remarks, the Sword Master did not raise an eyebrow.

“As I said before, as the shogun of the Greater East Asian Empire, the only thing that can honor me is the lineage of the imperial family.”

What’s the point of considering a difference of only a few hundred years when you’re in a position where you don’t even grow old anyway?

After speaking with a low smile.

Swordsman raised his glass again.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be doing a masterpiece?”

“Anyway, as long as you accepted my invitation, you are a guest, so shouldn’t you treat yourself to the minimum?”

“You are funny.”

There is no mouse that thinks of a cat.

Limon took his back off the railing even as he said it mockingly.

Then, passing by Han Jeong-guk, who was stiff, he sat down.

In front of the table that was prepared opposite the sword castle, where Han Jeong-guk was forcing himself to eat and wondering who it was for.

Squeeze.

It seemed that he had no interest in eating.

After pouring the drink, Geomseong quietly opened his mouth as he watched Limon empty the glass at once.

“It’s unexpected. I didn’t expect it to come this soon.”

“To be honest, I was a bit worried. It’s a trap that is too obvious to anyone to see.”

“Then why did you come?”

“Even though you’re an arrogant and ambitious lump of selfishness, you’re not the kind of bastard to send out false invitations.”

“I didn’t know that I would be able to hear such good reviews from you in my lifetime

.”

The Sword Saint let out a low laugh.

Limon only tilts his glass while grumbling in a sharp voice.

Seeing the two men sitting across from each other and having such a conversation, Han Jeong-guk couldn’t help but feel more absurd than when Limon appeared.

‘What is this…?’

I had a lot of friction with Limon.

Even the swordsman and the world war.

After all, after a duel.

The one who died to him was the Sword Saint.

I don’t know why he’s alive like this, but the fact that he and Limon were hostile was enough to remain in the history books.

Since those two are facing each other calmly.

As Han Jeong-guk, it was to the point where he was confused as to whether or not that man was actually the Sword King.

However, the two sword masters didn’t care about Han Jeong-guk at all.

I just quietly continued the conversation.

“I heard that you still live without a wife and concubine, is that true?”

“What are you going to do with that?”

“If you have an idea, I am willing to introduce you to a good marriage partner.”

“I’m grateful for your consideration, but I’m not in a position where I’m lacking enough to ask you to be a matchmaker.”

“Huh, that would be it.”

Still, the more good women, the better.

I’ll take care of that, so don’t worry about it.

Limon and Swordsman, whose conversations became milder as time went by, were now even chasing personal affairs.

Han Jeong-guk, who had been listening to their conversation blankly, had a blood stain on his forehead.

“Look at this swordsman! What are you doing!”

You must have come to save yourself.

Why are you chatting with the hostage taker?

The moment when Han Jeong-guk, who had exploded in resentment while still feeling the tension over being taken hostage, shouted out loud.

squeak.

The Sword Master’s hand holding the wine glass stopped.

ripples on the surface of the water

with a thin cutting sound.

The half table that Han Jeong-guk had been eating a while ago split into left and right sides.

“King of Goryeo.”

Wow Jangchang!

how neatly it was cut.

Only after the swordsman opened his mouth did Bansang pour out the dishes and sit down.

Only then did he realize that a blade had passed right in front of his nose without even realizing it, and without looking back at Han Jeong-guk, which had hardened.

The swordsman said coldly.

“Where did you learn how to talk with sword masters, and how dare the king of a country intervene without asking permission?”

“….”

“Consider yourself lucky that you were my guest.”

Even if he hadn’t personally invited her, it wouldn’t have ended with just a warning.

When Han Jeong-guk grew pale as he watched the sword master talking while holding the handle of his katana with one hand.

A gruff voice was heard.

“If you’re not going to ring, leave it at that.”

“I was just teaching etiquette.”

“So don’t waste your time. Young people these days are rude. It’s nothing new.”

“…”

He said that there was a cheeky bastard who would chew the difference of hundreds of years right in front of his eyes.

holding a sword in one hand

Pouring a drink with the other hand.

Take a moment to coolly look at Limon, who speaks languidly.

In the end, it was only after Geomseong frowned and raised the glass again that Han Jeong-guk blew out his breath and swallowed dry saliva.

Because that’s when I realized.

Limondo.

Sword Saint too.

sit down and have a drink

while chatting with your mouth.

That there was never a single moment when he let go of the sword he was holding in his hand.

As if…

-as if they were looking for an opportunity to cut each other.

How crazy it was to tease your mouth in the meantime.

While Han Jeong-guk, whom he understood as a high-level player before being president, was sweating enough to get wet on his back.

The swordsman opened his mouth again.

“I heard that the Sword Tower was closed.”

“Because no one is coming.”

“You were abandoned in Goryeo.”

“Speak straight. Because I have never sold myself to the country.”

“Then ask the other way around.”

Throwing away is something you can have.

He has never been loyal to the king or ruler of that country, nor has he ever been patriotic, so he has never been abandoned.

After agreeing with Limon’s point.

Sword Saint looked at him with brightly shining eyes unlike before and asked.

“Didn’t you still abandon Goryeo, Swordsman?”

“I would have told you to speak straight?”

As if the country had never had its own.

He has never had a country.

Limon tilted his glass again, arguing that it was impossible to throw it away in the first place.

“But if you ask me if I am still a hero of the country…”

Without even writing.

not even sweet.

Swallowing the only poisonous drink.

“No, not anymore.”

No one in the country remembers him as a hero.

He also said that he had no intention of drawing a sword for that country.

“…is it.”

Listening to Limon’s calm face.

The swordsman closed his eyes.

As if you had already predicted it.

Still, it seems unexpected.

After muttering again, “Is that so?”

“Whoop whoop.”

The swordsman laughed.

It doesn’t sound like it at first.

With a laugh that seemed to leak out of the wind hole.

However, the laughter grew and swelled in an instant, eventually becoming a storm of greatness and smallness.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

As if the quiet attitude until now was a lie, it took a long time for the castle tower to burst out laughing loudly enough to leave.

He finally stopped laughing and slowly raised his hand.

mate mate mate.

I’m so amazed that I can’t stand it.

I let go of the sword I was holding the whole time.

Put one hand on top of the other.

After lightly clapping your hands.

said the swordsman.

“It is wonderful, Goryeo King.”

The gaze was directed to the side.

With the cut half in front of him, he was frozen without even breathing.

Then, hearing the sudden exclamation, looking at Han Jeong-guk, who flinched, Geomseong said with a smile of satisfaction.

“You have accomplished something that the Seven Dragons and even I have not been able to do for hundreds of years.”

“…”

“You can consider it an honor.”

“….”

“You will leave your name in history as the worst king who brought down Goryeo through your arrogance and stupidity.”

If it was originally him.

I would have inadvertently objected.

Their country is the leader of the world.

They only believe in the exaggerated achievements of the distant past and go wild.

Now, there is no such thing as falling apart just because an old man from the old era, who is only a hindrance to state affairs, has disappeared.

But he couldn’t say anything at all.

It wasn’t just because of the warning I received earlier.

admired, delighted, and satisfied.

lamenting and laughing at the same time.

The cold eyes of the Sword Master.

It cut deep into his chest like a blade, tightening Han Jeong-guk’s heart and making him choke.

Ironically, it was Limon’s calm voice that saved him.

“Don’t let go of the bluff, Sword Saint. Now is not the time when a country will collapse without a single swordsman like me.”

“If the times have changed, wouldn’t it be better to go back?”

“…”

At Limon’s point, now is not the era where everything is decided only by force and sword.

The swordsman smiled coldly.

And the swordsman looked at Limon with eyes that were many times brighter than when he was looking at Han Jeong-guk.

“I will repeat the proposal I made in the past.”

distant past.

before World War II.

The compromise he presented to Limon.

“Take a blood relative of the imperial family as your wife and swear by your sword that you will protect this country instead of Goryeo.”

“….”

“Then I will gladly respect you as a member of the imperial family and guardian, and give you eternal wealth and glory and immortal honor.”

“…”

“Then hold my hand.”

At the end of keeping silent while watching the Sword Master speak seriously with a hand out to him.

Limon let out a small sigh.

“It looks like you haven’t given up on your ambitions in life.”

“of course.”

“…”

“You must have realized by now. After all, I was right.”

Leaving Limon frowning at the immediate answer without hesitation.

The swordsman pointed to Hanjeongguk.

“Look at that ugly king.”

“You repaid the favor of hundreds of years with an enemy while watching the sacred ground of the sword, which was one of the two reasons for defending a country that was not your homeland, collapse.”

“Even then, let alone dismemberment, they shamelessly enjoy their power without taking any responsibility.”

startled

Ignoring Han Jeong-guk, who was trembling but making a sad expression, he continued.

“They are like that.”

“A fake king who was created to pass the responsibility on to others while enjoying power only with the pretentious words that the president, prime minister, and the people are the masters.”

“Unlike the kings who protect the country from generation to generation, poisonous mushrooms have no honor or pride and no sense of responsibility.”

“How long are you going to leave these people alone?”

If you are a true protector of humanity, you shouldn’t leave such poisonous mushrooms alone.

To the swordsman who asserted.

Limon said sullenly.

“Well, considering what those responsible kings did, it wasn’t much better, right?”

“It’s because they didn’t deserve to be kings.”

“So you’re going to rule the world by choosing those who are qualified? As if he used the emperor as his puppet and ruled the Greater East Asian Empire?”

“no.”

After shaking my head slowly.

The swordsman quietly continued.

“It’s not me, it’s us, it’s not rule, it’s reorganization.”

If he joined the great cause, Limon would be on an equal footing with him as an ally.

So if you want to lead the world in the right direction, take your hand.

The Sword Saint spoke seriously.

at the end of looking at him.

Limon shook his head slightly.

“Sorry, but my answer is the same as before.”

“…Have you not realized yet that the prudence of the weak is a virtue, but the indecisiveness of the strong is a sin.”

“The world is wrong, so it’s better to just commit a crime than start a world war to fix it.”

For a moment, to be silent while looking at the golden eyes that calmly sank without shaking.

The swordsman closed his eyes.

“If that’s your idea, it can’t be helped.”

Are you sorry?

Or is it the opposite?

With a sigh of unknown meaning, he opened his closed eyes and looked at Limon with cold, knife-like eyes.

he said coldly.

“I have no choice but to kill you.”

“Is there any way to kill it?”

At Limon’s question, he smiled.

The swordsman didn’t answer.

No, I didn’t really need to answer.

“Here’s how.”

thud!

before he even opens his mouth.

Because someone answered.

The one who suddenly punched a hole in the roof and fell down.

A clumsy gunman with two pistols strapped to his waist and a knife packed in his jacket.

Black-and-white Billy the Kid grinned as he flipped his cowboy hat.

“I’m so glad to see you again like this, Master.”

jerk jerk.

and one more.

A person who appeared on the stairs on the other side of the castle tower.

“master.”

As if setting an example for the master.

Grab your chest with one hand.

After slightly bowing my head.

The man with the black cloak and bloody spear raised his head again.

Sword Demon Vlad Tzepes looked at Limon with cool, sunken eyes and continued with a respectful attitude like a nobleman.

“I’m sorry to see you, but you must die.”