Chapter 539

#539. Right Now.

Noh Kang-ho is not just a strong and long-lived being.

The most important thing is judgment.

enemy strengths and weaknesses.

the inadequacy of the situation.

best practices, etc.

Roh’s reference point is how quickly he can judge all of them and execute them accurately.

It was for this reason that Limon was able to make a calm judgment even after seeing the three sword masters who suddenly appeared.

‘assassination? attack?’

‘Why now? Did we come out of the base camp?’

‘No, if I really wanted to fight, I would have swung the sword first.’

‘The real purpose is reconnaissance to confirm our intentions and the identity of my camouflage.

‘Once you touch it, if you think it’s worth trying, you might decide to decide on the spot.’

‘Anyway, the odds are less than 20%.’

‘It would be possible to run away with only the Pharaoh, but instead the expeditionary force will collapse.’

‘From the point of fighting in the first place, the delay operation is ruined, so we must avoid fighting unconditionally.’

‘Then…’

‘Let’s not pretend.’

Experience and judgment as Noh Kang-ho.

In addition, with the intuition of a sword master, Limon was convinced.

They say that they are not yet sure that the genius soldier of the borderline color is their camouflage.

And the fact that, unlike the appearance that exudes a threatening atmosphere, you won’t be able to act rashly until you confirm that fact.

More than understanding the core.

The rest is not difficult.

Only two things are needed.

It was only because of his brash skin and his acting skills.

And if it’s acting, shamelessness was the default option for Noh Kang-ho.

Of course, no matter how much Noh Kang-ho is, it would be rare for a young boy hundreds of years old to be a great man who could call a disciple he excommunicated as his older brother… ”

…Did you just call me older brother?”

“I thought it would be rude to call him uncle because he is older than me.”

“No, that’s a bit.”

“Then you can call me brother.”

from that point of view.

Limon was one of the few exceptions.

It was not enough to answer the absurd Billy’s question naturally, so I was able to add one more word with a cute smile.

“Or do you prefer ‘hyung’?”

* * *

“….”

Black-and-white Billy the Kid.

Of course, he was originally a gunman in the wilderness.

He was born with a volubility to the extent that he lived by saying everything he wanted to say even to his teacher, Limon.

But at this moment.

He was having a rare experience of being speechless.

Of course, just look at the situation.

There is nothing particularly strange about it.

There was definitely an age gap between him and the blonde-tanned boy sitting next to Pharaoh to be called an older brother.

…except that the boy might actually be their teacher, who is almost a thousand years old.

‘Is it fake… is it?’

‘No, we can’t be careless.’

‘If it’s Master, he’s more than capable of putting on such pretense in order to win.’

‘No matter how much that nobleman wants this to be a little too much, but…’

If it’s true, the moment you lose your guard, you’ll die.

If it’s fake, you don’t know where the real one will come out.

In that sense, Billy forcibly held on to the soul that was about to leave, and rather raised the tension.

As much as Myeong-saek was his disciple, he was well aware of how brazen and dangerous his master was.

“Ugh. You said your name was Limor. Excuse me, can I ask you a few questions?”

Maybe it’s because he made the same judgment.

When Billy admired Jeanne d’Arc’s actions while holding the hilt, saying that he was also a great assassin.

The blond-tanned boy nodded unexpectedly and willingly.

“Your pretty sister.”

And Joan of Arc hardened.

“…Are you my pretty sister?”

“Is it rude to call a nun like this?”

“no! It’s not rude at all. Call me that for the rest of my life.”

“Hey, look, senior?!”

“Brother. My mood suddenly tickles when I am called noona by this child. What is the reason?”

“It is not a road to go there. Come to your senses.”

Have I completely forgotten the possibility that this boy might be Limon?

When Billy breaks into a cold sweat as he sees Joan of Arc destroyed by the title of older sister.

Gandhi calmly opened his mouth.

“Nice to meet you, Limor boy. My name is Mahatma Gandhi.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Gandhi hyung.”

“I’m sorry for the first time, but can you tell me why you, who commanded the Continental Alliance to confront Egypt during the last war, are in a place like this?”

“Ah, the reason is simple.”

A sharp point indeed.

But Limon was not at all agitated.

blushing cheeks.

Turn your head naturally.

I peeked at the nape of my neck with clear teeth marks.

He just told why he had no choice but to come back here after fighting against Egypt.

“I’ve become a body that can’t live without Pharaoh.”

“….”

“..”

“Does that mean you are addicted? Poisoning his concubine and preventing him from leaving? As expected, the princess of the Seven Dragons is scary.”

“Senior, please don’t say anything…”

Gandhi hardened into a smile.

When Joan of Arc tilts her head.

Billy groaned.

The answer is yes, but that shy face.

The thought that this boy might be Limon gave me goosebumps and made me dizzy.

At this point, I just want to be sure that it’s fake.

But that’s why it’s more suspicious.

It was because Limon was capable of performing such a heinous play in order to overcome a crisis right away.

The problem is that it is difficult to confirm that the boy is Limon just by verbally questioning him with the iron plate on his face like that.

If there is only one way…

“Limore.”

That moment.

Three with a very suspicious expression.

Hasneti, who had coldly watched Limon’s confrontation, suddenly opened his mouth.

“Why Pharaoh?”

“Who said you can call other girls your sister and show off your body as you please?”

“huh?”

“I will be punished again.”

“…what?”

Limon blinked at the sudden remark that didn’t suit the situation at all.

Hasneti didn’t bother to explain further.

I pulled Limon who was standing next to me.

After being forced to sit on your lap.

He just squeezed his chin slightly.

‘Maybe again? in this situation now? In front of them?’

“Wait a minute. blue…!”

Realizing only belatedly what Hasneti was trying to do, Limon opened his eyes wide and tried to open his mouth.

It was a futile act.

Before Limon could say anything.

Hasneti had already kept his mouth shut.

“Huh!”

soft lips.

anti-abrasive contact.

Even if you try to avoid it, the hand holding your chin and fixing it won’t even allow you to resist.

“Eup.”

Sucking your lips.

stick your tongue out

Slippery, entangled, etc.

The kiss, which is pushed so hard that there is no time to breathe, is so rough and intense that it feels like suffocating.

But is it fortunate?

The body, which has already learned to be ridiculed dozens of times, is accustomed to accepting even the rough act and struggles to breathe.

Is that why it’s unfortunate?

The amount of space to breathe makes you conscious of the three pairs of eyes and makes your face heat up.

I knew rationally.

This is your chance to trick them more clearly, and it’s just a play at best.

But….

Squeaky.

“…?!?!”

slide your thighs

A feeling that seeps into your clothes.

I inadvertently reach out my hand to shake off that touch that is as rough, hot, and intense as a kiss.

but can’t resist

Because to shake off her as the Red Dragon Princess by force was like announcing her identity.

As a result, the sight of her trembling with only her wrist lightly gripped seems rather tempting.

The face that was reminded of all kinds of emotions and breathing difficulties including shame and embarrassment, deep kisses and caresses is so bewitching.

It gives you a sense of immorality in seeing what you shouldn’t see.

“…hiccup.”

Billy hiccups.

Joan of Arc swallows saliva.

When Gandhi had a pupil earthquake.

Quaang!

tearing apart the barracks.

A single figure jumped in.

“These bastards, if you dare to lay a finger on our princess, I will kill you…!”

“….”

“..”

A blonde beauty with a body that has matured enough to make the baggy military uniform tight, with the ears and tail of a beast.

Nadia freezes in the same posture she was yelling at.

While the armed forces of the Red Dragon Clan, including the Yeomryongdae she brought, were locked in silence.

then stop your hand

tearing off sticky lips.

The princess slowly turned her head.

Hasneti said to the three sword masters and their clan, who were all staring at him as hardened as plaster statues.

“Everyone go away.”

Like a beast whose mating has been disturbed.

ferocious and terrifying

Leaving the strength and weakness.

Giving chills to the back.

Ahead of the growling voice and glowing bloody eyes.

Three sword masters who could destroy a country alone, and one thing that the fearless masters of the Red Dragon Clan could do.

“Right Now.”

“Deposit!”

“Nyeet!”

Like children caught peeking into their parents’ bedroom at night.

All they had to do was quickly run away, with Billy bowing politely and Nadia returning to her original form.

* * *

“I’m sorry.”

“It must be fake…?”

“It was obviously fake.”

“…”

“No matter how much you stick together with the Seven Dragons, there’s no way that nobleman would be with the princess of the Seven Dragons, whom the nobleman regarded as an enemy… well, anyway.”

“For me, coming from a farming family, that was absolutely not acting…

”

Truly unanimous.

As they say the sun rises in the east.

That boy could never be our teacher.

He looked at the three siblings with bleak eyes as they spoke confidently.

“Are you done talking?”

“For now, yes.”

“For now…”

It seems like that’s really great.

After nodding.

Plague Prince Pascal slammed the table and shouted ferociously.

“It’s a trap, but I was told to quietly check it out, so I gave permission to infiltrate, and they even stormed into the barracks of the Red Dragon Princess and are you saying that now?!”

Pascal foamed at the mouth.

Do you want to start a real war?

How much trouble did you try to appease Nadia, who was running towards you like she was about to bite you?

Seeing the culprits saying such things made him roll his eyes, even if he was timid.

“Don’t be too angry about that. Instead, two things have become clear.”

“What are you sure about?!”

“One is that the genius soldier is not our master, and the other is that the Red Dragon Clan set a trap.”

“Aside from the former, how do you know the latter?”

“That’s natural, isn’t it?”

I wonder why you don’t know this obvious thing.

Billy said with a smirk.

“If the Red Dragon Princess isn’t crazy, there’s no way she’d set a trap and do something like that in front of us.”

Even the Golden Dragon Princess, who is said to be the strongest of the Seven Dragons, did not dare to be arrogant towards herself.

Coveting a concubine in front of three sword masters?

I wonder if it’s the Silver Dragon Princess.

The Red Dragon Princess, a member of the warlike clan, couldn’t do anything like that.

So it must be a trap.

The Black Dragon clan must have set up something to induce them to attack so that they can use it instead.

Seeing Billy affirming and Gandhi nodding, Pascal frowned.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Well, you should stick to your original purpose.”

“…”

Shortcuts are no longer usable.

Take your time and establish a cause.

While checking for hidden traps.

We need to find Limon and bring him in.

In the end, when Pascal sees Billy brazenly talking about his original plan, Pascal puts on an astonished expression.

Joan of Arc suddenly opened her mouth.

“By the way, junior.”

“Yes.”

“After killing the Red Dragon Princess, what will the child named Limor do?”

“Why is that?”

As long as it’s clear that it’s not Limon anyway, I don’t care about fakes like that.

What do you even ask?

To the puzzled Billy.

Joan of Arc said shyly.

“I’m worried.”

“Are you worried?”

“The more I think about that incident, the more my heart beats because I feel like I must protect that child.”

I don’t know if this is maternal love.

Seeing Joan of Arc talking with bright red eyes and bright red cheeks, Billy asked shyly.

“Is that really maternal love? or not…?”

“Or not?”

“Well, it’s nothing.”

“…?”

Is it because I lived a godly life?

There is only one thing Billy can do after seeing the saintess who seems to have been in great shock after being hit repeatedly by an attack that even an invincible swordsmanship could not block.

slowly turning a blind eye

It was just a secret prayer.

Hopefully, his ambassador did not open his eyes to a new taste.

And I hope this mildly insane sword master won’t go any further than that because of that sinful boy.