Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 1105
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Since becoming a fairy.
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The Fairy Queen enjoys shopping and becomes happy, and while exploring the underground shopping district, she meets a fairy wearing a sailor suit. She enjoys shopping on the advice of the fairy, but the Fairy Queen feels ashamed, but eventually finds her own style.
# Side Story 74. Even if I’m alone, sometimes I’m friendly (2)
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Why.
Why.
Why did this happen?
She thought without knowing it.
‘The cause, of course, is that damn guy.’
Yeah, surely the fundamental cause was that disciple guy’s problem.
Whatever others said.
I had to live alone nicely.
However, it was a mistake to give my body because I begged so much not to put a nail in my disciple’s heart, who was the damn guy’s bride.
…Because I thought it would be over if I just spread my legs.
I didn’t know it would feel so good, and I didn’t know I would receive such a hot confession and become a bride.
Even so, so, that kind of thing…
Even though I was drunk, drugged, and intoxicated, I wanted to die when I recalled the memory of that night.
Even more so because I couldn’t become a Buddha even after doing such a thing.
That’s why.
The reason she avoided Lemon.
She didn’t know how to face that damn disciple.
Honestly, I didn’t want to appear in front of Joan of Arc, but I had no choice but to borrow the power of alcohol to relieve this confusion.
You need a body to get drunk, so Gumhwa was better than Gumhoo, who hated lemons, or Geomryeong, who was arrogant.
Instead, I didn’t know I would be asked to give advice to the Fairy Queen together…
It’s a little shaky.
I could agree.
The Fairy Queen is an absolute being who has been with human history.
In fact, it’s no exaggeration to say that she is the mother of all mankind, so I thought that she might be able to give me some advice that would be helpful to me right now.
If only I could bear a little embarrassment.
But…
“Now, is everyone ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
The Fairy Queen, who smiled gently like a kindergarten teacher guiding young children.
Joan of Arc, who answered cheerfully with an apron on, like a student in a cooking class.
As the gazes of the two turned naturally to her, Geomje opened her mouth reluctantly with a face of embarrassment and shakiness.
[I’m ready for now, but… why do we have to make things like cookies?]
“Because sweets are justice.”
[……?]
“To be exact, it is said that when your mind is upset, it is good to eat something sweet.”
“Certainly, I feel better when I eat potatoes.”
[……???]
If sweets are good, just eat them, why do you have to make cookies yourself?
And why are potatoes included in sweet foods?
Geomje, who couldn’t understand it at all, put a question mark above her head, but in the end, she nodded instead of asking the question.
If it was just the Fairy Queen, I would have thought it was a generation gap.
Since even Joan of Arc, a distant descendant, agreed with it, I had no choice but to accept it.
“The cooking spirit will tell you the recipe in detail, so please make any cookies you want.”
And so…
The first absolute Fairy Queen.
The first Cheonhabeckgeom, Geomje.
The first disciple of Geomtap, Joan of Arc.
The harmonious cookie making of the three brides from different generations began.
Knock, knock.
‘Hmm, I think it went well.’
Joan of Arc, who seemed to be familiar with cooking, made a cheerful knife sound on the cutting board as soon as she started cooking.
On the other hand, Geomje’s ghost, who was clueless about what to do, asked the cooking spirit next to her for a few recipes before preparing the ingredients with awkward skill.
The Fairy Queen smiled broadly as she watched the two brides.
‘ also, I did well to ask my daughter for advice.’
Sweet cookies are a panacea.
Especially during this time, homemade cookies are the truth.
I didn’t understand it at all when I first heard it, but I understood it when I saw the two people who were enthusiastic about making cookies.
The more complicated your mind is, the more comfortable your mind will be if you do something else.
Admiring her daughter who gave such appropriate advice.
The Fairy Queen also put on an apron and started kneading the flour.
‘It’s been a long time since I cooked like this myself.’
“It’s been a while since I cooked something myself like this.”
She enjoys shopping to her heart’s content.
The Fairy Queen enjoys shopping and becomes happy, and while exploring the underground shopping mall, she meets a fairy wearing a sailor suit. She enjoys shopping on the advice of the fairy, but the Fairy Queen feels ashamed, but eventually finds her own style.
Since becoming a fairy.
Always being cared for by spirits.
Whether it’s creating and maintaining the Nine Worlds, checking the constellations, or managing Eldorado.
Since there was so much work to do, she was happy to cook for herself for the first time in a long time, as she didn’t have time to be in the kitchen.
Even more so because it was the first time she had done something like this with women of equal standing.
……Until then.
Sizzle.
Crackle.
Pop.
And so, after a while.
Finally, the long and dazzling cooking was over, and the moment they presented the results.
The Fairy Queen blinked her eyes.
“……Excuse me, Geomhwa-nim? Didn’t we decide to make cookies?”
“Of course we did.”
“Then why did you make fries……?”
“Well, fries are cookies, right?”
“…….”
When you’re hungry, it’s the main menu.
When there’s a main, it’s a side menu.
When your mouth is bored, it’s just a snack.
In any situation, there’s no cookie as perfect as fries because you can eat them deliciously.
Looking at Jeanne d’Arc, who was laughing refreshingly, the Fairy Queen made a blank expression.
Well.
There’s definitely a point.
Honestly, it doesn’t seem like it.
It’s ambiguous if you deny it.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt like a bluebird was flying around her head, and she was confused for a while looking at Jeanne d’Arc and the fries.
The Fairy Queen looked to the side.
“And, Geomje-nim?”
[…….]
“Well, you definitely made it well…….”
It was obvious to anyone that Geomje was not familiar with cooking.
In that sense, what she made was definitely plausible for her first time.
Considering that the recipe itself was easy and that she added her keen senses and delicate touch as a Sword Master, it was a great result.
There was only one problem.
“Compared to the original recipe, isn’t there a little……. or rather, quite a lot of whiskey in it……?”
Liquor chocolate.
Chocolate made with liquor, commonly known as whiskey bonbons.
Depending on the type, even those who are weak to alcohol can get drunk if they eat it, but usually only a slight hint of alcohol is common…….
The chocolate Geomje made was on another level.
How much alcohol did she put in it?
Just having it in front of her made her head spin, and it gave off a terribly strong smell of alcohol.
[Doesn’t it taste better if you put a lot of alcohol in it?]
“…….”
‘What were cookies……?’
Cookies are delicious.
Alcohol is more delicious.
Therefore, the more alcohol you put in cookies, the more delicious they are.
Looking at Geomje, who had made a cocktail in the guise of chocolate with such simple yet miraculous logic as 1+1=2, the Fairy Queen was speechless.
As if she had suddenly remembered, Jeanne d’Arc asked.
“Oh, come to think of it, what did you make, Fairy Queen?”
“……Excuse me?”
“Yes. I was wondering what kind of cookies you made.”
“Um, I, well…….”
A charred piece of coal.
An oven that had caught a little fire.
A sink in shambles, etc.
The Fairy Queen’s pupils dilated as she recalled the traces left in the kitchen she had used.
Of course, she had excuses.
She had lived a long time, but thanks to being cared for all that time, she had forgotten how to cook.
In the first place, since the last time she cooked was in the Golden Age, she was not used to handling modern cooking utensils, etc.
But whatever the reason.
The fact that she had ruined what she had made as cookies.
Saying that sweets are justice and comparing the charcoal she had made with the edible results the other two had made anyway.
The Fairy Queen, who had been glancing between the two, clapped her hands together.
“Oh, come to think of it, I forgot. Let’s wrap up the cookies that have already been made and move on to the next one.”
“……?”
[What do you mean by next?]
It was really strange.
Looking at the two Sword Masters, who were puzzled by the words they didn’t understand, the Fairy Queen smiled broadly.
“Well, after sweets, the next justice is shopping.”
After eating something sweet.
Indulge in shopping to your heart’s content.
With just this, one can forget all worries and troubles and find happiness.
Truly, like a self-proclaimed lucky bluebird, recalling the precise advice of the adopted daughter, the Fairy Queen smiled confidently.
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Jijeoyong Palace.
An underground shopping street filled with all kinds of luxurious stores.
Of course, during the process of being used as underground shelters during the end-of-the-world war, most of them collapsed or closed down in disarray.
However, after the revival of Rivaiyad, Jijeoyong Palace was also reconstructed.
Although there were still many vacant shops, the reopened ones were striving in their business.
“Hmm, this is quite…”
In one corner of Jijeoyong Palace.
An old man with white hair strolling through the still quiet shopping street.
Mumbling as if he couldn’t understand a word of it, Lemon muttered to himself.
“Out of the blue, a gift… that boy Nakyung. What strange thing is he up to now?”
Expecting something good to happen when he came here, Lemon licked his lips, recalling the bluebird that had enthusiastically contacted him.
His enthusiasm often led to unexpected accidents, not just once or twice.
“Well, even I, who came from Orlanda, am quite something.”
Lemon chuckled.
Despite the high probability of accidents, Yoonakyung was helpful enough to justify fulfilling such requests.
So, he leisurely looked around the shops in the underground palace.
What Lemon felt was…
“This presence…”
A feeling that couldn’t be mistaken for a mistake, a very familiar presence.
After feeling that, Lemon realized the reason Yoonakyung had called him and without hesitation headed towards where he felt that presence.
That is, he walked towards the largest and most splendid clothing store in the underground palace.
But the moment he arrived there.
“…Hmm, it’s indeed comfortable.”
“I suppose so. Because this is what soldiers wear these days.”
“Do soldiers all walk around catching thieves in these easily torn clothes?”
“There may be differences in attire depending on the country or situation, but generally, yes.”
“I didn’t expect full armor, but wearing clothes that are so easily torn by a sword. Whether now or in the past, soldiers’ lives are equally trivial.”
A skirt clinging tightly to the thighs.
Long legs fully exposed.
A hat worn crookedly on the head.
Even a shirt that seemed like it could easily tear apart.
Originally, it would have looked somewhat unusual but neat.
However, due to the fact that the already perfect body became even more voluptuous while possessing Jandark, it looked not just flashy but even violent.
As Lemon made a subtle expression while looking at the detective dressed in a police uniform and Jandark floating in a ghostly figure.
Another voice was heard from inside the fitting room.
“Um, excuse me, everyone? Why did you recommend this to me of all people…?”
“Of course, because it looks comfortable.”
“Well, it is comfortable, but…”
“Since this is what young people wear these days. Since you’re here, I thought it would be nice for you to try on trendy clothes.”
“Officer, just because many young people wear it doesn’t mean it’s a trend…? Besides, I’m not sure if I should wear something like this at my age…”
Snap.
“?!?”
“…”
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.
In the end, the beautiful woman awkwardly opened the fitting room door and cautiously revealed her appearance.
The Fairy Queen, noticing Lemon standing with a mysterious expression behind the detective near the entrance of the store, narrowed her pupils as if petrified.
Staring stiffly at the Fairy Queen.
No, precisely contemplating her attire, Lemon, at the end of his consideration, simply spoke his honest opinion.
“…Sailor outfit suits you very well, madam.”
“Ah, um