Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 1104

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that regressive curse.

Jeanne d’Arc is contemplating the Dark General’s request to borrow her body, and the Dark General says that he must have permission since she is his possession. The Dark General explains that he wants to drink alcohol, and Jeanne d’Arc considers his request. Jeanne d’Arc remembers the affection they had for each other beyond the Dark General’s pleasures, and understands his feelings. She asks the Dark General to have a consultation in exchange for lending him her body. They go to see the Fairy Queen, one of the Dark General’s brides. The Fairy Queen is flustered by Jeanne d’Arc and the Dark General’s relationship, but agrees after hearing that the Dark General is seeking advice from her. However, the Fairy Queen becomes confused since she has no experience interacting with a male, and she excuses herself.

#Side Story 73. Even loners sometimes get along (1)

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Among Lemon’s brides.

Of course, the busiest were the seven princesses of the Chilryonghoe.

Even though they had a little moremargin because of the creation of the Time and Mind rooms, there was no end to the work they had to do now that the whole world had been destroyed and was being restored.

There were even times when they had to work in the Time and Mind rooms.

Of course, the outcome of that was that in nine cases out of ten, they would end up throwing their work aside and getting involved after seeing Lemon and the other brides nagging at them.

Anyway, the princesses were that busy.

It was only natural for them as rulers who held the world’s hegemony.

So if you ask who was the most idle on the contrary, the answer was also set.

She’s stronger than anyone else in a fight.

On the contrary, she can’t do anything but fight.

In other words, the Sword Masters who have become redundant in this era of peace when all wars are over.

Puff, puff!

“Phew, today was fulfilling too.”

In that respect.

She was relatively busy throughout the day.

Since she had been through such a harsh survival for so long, she had developed a habit of finding something to do even when there was nothing to do.

…It’s so like her that the thing she ended up doing was farming potatoes.

“Hohoho. It’s amazing how farming can be so much fun.”

She put down the plow in her hand.

A platinum-blonde nun wiped the sweat off her dirt-covered hands.

Sword Master Jeanne d’Arc smiled pleasantly.

Of course, growing and cultivating potatoes was one of her few and most enjoyable hobbies.

But a hobby is fun because it’s a hobby.

The end of the world, where the whole world was devastated, and even Sword Masters had toGu Wu starve to death if they ruined their potato farming.

In that parallel world, the life of desperately growing potatoes just to survive was toodisturbed and difficult.

For her, the fact that she didn’t have to risk her life on farming was a great joy in itself.

“There are so many varieties, so it’s fun to grow them. I didn’t know there were so many different kinds of potatoes… Really, I’ve lived my life in vain.”

…Of course, farming wouldn’t have been this much fun if the crop wasn’t potatoes.

Anyway, for that reason.

She was spending her free time growing potatoes.

Especially since in this era where there was a shortage of labor, a physically fit farmhand like Jeanne d’Arc was welcomed everywhere.

‘This is a great world.’

That’s why she looked around again.

It’s been about half a year since the end of the war.

All of humanity was struggling to do their best, but there was no end to the places to be restored.

Even in the downtown areas that were given priority for restoration, there were still unfinished sites here and there.

In that respect, for those who are still struggling with the endless restoration work, the evaluation of ‘great’ may feel like a joke… …

I don’t know about others.

To her, it was a heartfelt compliment.

I survived alone in a world that had already been destroyed.

It was difficult to even struggle to not die, let alone restore something.

To Jeanne d’Arc, this world seemed so lively and dazzling.

‘Could our world have become like this?’

That’s why, without thinking.

She thought about it.

If only she had done a little better.

Perhaps her own world, which could not withstand the war with the constellations and collapsed, could not have blossomed anew like this.

‘…Well, it’s no use thinking about it.’

But that was only for a moment.

Soon she shook her head.

Jeanne d’Arc smiled bitterly.

The past is the past. It’s something that can never be undone, and a trace that must eventually be buried.

Nevertheless, the fact that she still often thinks like this even after coming to another world is probably not just because she regrets it so much.

It’s because she’s had a very strange and complicated form of regression.

That was the curse of regression.

Knowing what will happen in the future.

Not being able to accept the failures that must be accepted, because you have experienced preventing the misfortunes that will come.

That is why those who regress are destined to be eternally unable to move forward into the future and to only cling to the past, and that is why regression cannot be anything but a curse.

……But for her, who had two souls combined, it turned out to be a blessing.

‘Ugh, this is a big deal. If I quickly fix this mindset, I’ll be able to get close to my juniors and others.’

To be honest.

After coming over from a parallel world.

Joan of Arc had not been getting along with the other brides.

Of course, it was not that the other brides were deliberately avoiding her or shunning her.

The main reason was that most of the brides, including the seven princesses, were so busy that they simply did not have time for socializing.

However, even considering that, the reason she stood out so much was alsobecause of her sense of foreignness.

Even though two souls had merged…….

No, rather, because of that.

This world still felt unfamiliar to her.

She still often made the mistake of inadvertently showing her chest to the Sword Master or talking about the memories she had made in the previous world to the Sword Emperor.

Well, even so, their case was better.

When facing the seven princesses, Joan of Arc herself was still awkward.

……Even more so because in the other world, she had helped Lemon behead the princesses, who were distant ancestors, and played a decisive role in bringing down the Seven Dragons Society.

‘Perhaps I need to try a little harder.’

That is why Joan of Arc washaggard I’m reading.

What could she do to get closer to the other brides?

Of course, the most important thing to her was her beloved teacher.

But that was all the more reason she wanted to build good relationships with those he loved and who loved him.

‘Hmm, perhaps I should visit them with a gift. After all, no one in the world hates potatoes.’

As Joan of Arc was seriously considering a plan to raid the other brides’ quarters with a sack of potatoes.

A voice that was not a voice was heard.

[Hey, Potato Princess.]

Suddenly,

After stopping in her steps.

She turned her body.

And she smiled broadly at the ghost of the translucent woman who had suddenly appeared behind her.

“Hello, Great Teacher.”

[Hello and whatever, lend me your body.]

“My body, you say?”

[Yeah.]

After ‘that day’ before.

Not to mention Lemon, but even the others avoided him.

He had been acting like a phantom, only stealing alcohol from the Green Dragon Clan’s warehouse.

In that sense, Joan of Arc smiled broadly as she looked at the ghost of the Sword Master who had appeared before her so unexpectedly.

“I’m sorry, but may I know the reason?”

[……Do I need a reason?]

“Yes. I am sorry to the Great Teacher, but my body belongs to the teacher before it belongs to me.”

[…….]

She was Lemon’s bride.

From head to toe.

Everything was his property.

No matter how much she revered her teacher, she could not lend him her body without his permission.

After looking at Sasun, who was smiling gently as always, but speaking all the more firmly because of it, with a puzzled face.

The Sword Master said flatly.

[I want to drink some alcohol.]

“……Alcohol?”

[Yeah. I can’t get drunk even if I want to in this damn state where I don’t even have a body.]

“…….”

After being held by his disciple, whom even a puppy would call brother, his mind had become even more muddled than before, so no matter how much he drank, he felt like crap.

The Sword Master, who spoke as if chewing on his words, raised his eyes and glared at Joan of Arc.

[Why? Do you find it funny that a teacher who was stepped on by his disciple, whined, and eventually knelt down and became a concubine?]

“No, that’s not it.”

Without hesitation.

Joan of Arc shook her head.

Itwasnotsimplybecauseofthesensualpleasurethathehadfeltatthetime,pleasurableenoughtomakeevenagodordamonfalltoherasafemale.

Itwasbecauseofevenmorethanthepleasurethathadpassedbetweenhim andher,thedeeplove.

Evenson,shecouldunderstandthefeelingsofCheonma,whowasstillfindingitdifficulttoacknowledgehisownheart.

She,too,hadbeenboundbythewallbetweenteacherandstudent,andhadspenttoolongwrappedupintriflingworries,pain,hesitation,sadness,andmostofall,regret.

Thatwaswhy.

Beforehergrandson.

Asasingle’senior’.

Jeanned’Arcbrokeintoawrysmileandopenedhermouth.

“MasterSajo.MayIaskasmallfavourinyexchangeforlendingyoumybody?”

[……What?]

As if to say, what nonsense is this?

Blinking, even if he was the world’s greatest swordsman, in the end he was only twenty-eight years old.

Moreover, as a woman who had come to understand the complex and subtle emotions of the female heart, she looked at Cheonma, who was now only a few days older.

Jeannethought.

“Asit happens, I wanted to get some advice too.”

Justasthebestwaytocatchan eelwas to grab its tail, the best way to get close to the brides might be to start with their mother-in-law.

Even more so because that mother-in-law was also a bride, and like herself, a loner who did not get along with anyone.

Thatwaswhy she smiled brightly.

She invited Cheonma.

Among his brides, there happened to be someone who was the best person to ask for advice at a time like this.

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“…….”

[…….]

“Er, I, that…….”

Where is this? Who am I?

……Shelookedlikethat.

Forawhile,hetoolookedlikethat,wonderingwhy?Whyon earth?

Still, perhaps due to her age, she managed to regain her composure, although she was still far from being able to pretend.

“It’shasnotbeenlong……anyway,it’snicetoseeyouagainlikethis,Cheonma-nim.”

[Um, it’s nice to see you too, Queen of the Fairies.]

Judging by her expression alone, it was impossible to say that she was pleased.

Nevertheless, I greeted my disciple’s mother-in-law and bride, and the groom’s teacher and new bride, as a ghost and a fairy looked on.

The blonde nun who had arranged this meeting looked pleased.

“Hoho, I’m glad to see that you two get along so well.”

“…….”

[…….]

Where do you see us getting along so well?

Cheonma tried hard to suppress the urge to ask, and the Queen of the Fairies also made a complicated expression.

Havingcreatedagoldenage.

Havingopenedanageofheroes.

Butnow,as anabsolutebeingwhohadtoaccept amanas herdisciple, orrather,herson-in-lawandgroom.

Even without that, she was in a particularly complicated position among his brides, so she might not have known what expression to make in this situation.

ThatwaswhytheQueenofthe Fairiesaskedfrankly.

“I understand that you are troubled, Cheonma-nim……but why did you come to me?”

“For advice, of course.”

“……Advice, you say?”

“Yes. As far as I know, the Queen of the Fairies is the oldest among us.”

“……?”

“In that sense, I would like you to give good advice to me and the Grandmaster.”

“……???”

“Although our positions are different, we are now both brides of the Master. Please do your best.”

Saying that he was sure that the Queen of the Fairies, with her long experience, would be able to give excellent advice.

Looking at the smiling Cheonma and the slightly hopeful Cheonma.

After causing an earthquake without even realizing it.

The innocent fairy, who had never even held a man’s hand in the long history of mankind until she became his bride, tried hard to remain calm and left the room.

“Well, could you wait a moment?”

And…….

……after a while.

“Hello? Daughter?”

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong? I just wanted to hear your voice and ask you something.”

“Daughter, this is just in case, but…….”

“Yes? Oh, yes. Um, I see.”

“November 11th……is it?”

“An event…….”

“……Yes???”