Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 1108
**Chapter 77. The Witch Who Blesses the End (2)**
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To Limone,
Master Kenje was more than just a teacher.
He was the first person to show him family, affection, and heart.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that Master Kenje’s influence was ultimately decisive in him becoming the guardian deity of humanity.
In that sense,
The mastermind who had dragged Master Kenje’s soul from the afterlife and kept him from the afterlife was his mortal enemy.
No matter who the opponent was, it was natural to immediately cut off his neck.
No, it should have been natural.
However…
“Have you ever heard of the ‘Paradox of the Omnipotent Slave’?”
“…A competent master finds an incompetent slave a burden, but an incompetent master is also a shackle to a competent slave.”
“Hoho, you know it well.”
“Are you saying that old hag is that competent slave?”
“At least it’s true that I’m competent, isn’t it?”
“…”
Limone could not deny Sir’s confident boast.
Originally, magic was not omnipotent, but a power that was infinitely close to omnipotence.
As a great witch who had reached the absolute realm with such magic, Sir was an omnipotent slave who could solve any problem.
From the investigation of the Seven Arcs to the battle with the constellations.
It was true that he had received her help in various ways.
“In short, you had several choices to make.”
That might have been the reason.
Limone had overlooked a very important fact.
“Give up your descendants.”
“…”
“Sacrifice your brides.”
“…”
“Or make the sword-wielding girl your bride.”
This woman is a witch among witches.
She rebelled against God, nearly conquered the world, and even mastered black magic to create her own witch magic.
She was an incredibly useful but dangerous being.
He had not been careless.
He had simply come to believe.
Not only had she helped him in many ways so far, but her actions in giving up her eternal life to save the world were trustworthy enough.
However…
“So you made the choice for me?”
“It was something that had to be done anyway. You had no other choice.”
Sucking in the bear jelly.
Breathing out sweet smoke.
Sir smiled enchantingly.
Reproduction is an instinct that all living beings have.
No matter how much she loved Limone… No, because she loved him, she would eventually want to bear his children.
Even if she had to sacrifice herself.
In that sense, it was inevitable that he would end up with Master Kenje.
“That was something that I, and above all, Master should have decided for himself.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Despite his cold anger, Sir readily agreed.
However, with one proviso.
“But if you had known this, you and the sword-wielding girl would not have been able to confess your feelings to each other so honestly.”
“…”
And that point.
Limone could not deny it.
If he had known this, Master Kenje would have allowed him his body while cursing him.
However, he would never have allowed his heart, and he would not have dared to ask her to become his bride.
Not out of love.
Only out of necessity.
As if using a tool.
He would not have been able to get rid of the guilt of having slept with his teacher.
In that sense, it could be said that he was able to confess his love to Master Kenje because Sir had hidden the truth and even secretly cast a curse on him.
The worst that calls for the best.
The best made from the worst.
Depending on which one was considered more important, it was something he should be grateful for…
“Above all, this is the only way I can let you know.”
“…What do you mean?”
“A lot of things.”
“…”
“For example, that you still don’t understand yourself properly.”
Hoo, she said.
Breathing out a mouthful of smoke.
She tapped the bear jelly on his sword, which was attached to her neck, and continued languidly.
“Boy, do you know? If you had been just the guardian deity of humanity, you would never have slept with the sword-wielding girl.”
“…”
“……”
“In that sense, the dagger child, that’s my final blessing and curse to you.”
It wasn’t a wrong statement.
Silently as the guardian of humanity.
Naive, dignified, and lonely.
Even sacrificing the beloved disciple, he was the one who guarded the world ascetically in the past.
If he had been like that, just resurrecting his disciple and noble fairy queen with the seven princesses would have been insufficient, and he wouldn’t have even made his mentor a bride.
“Do you have any idea why you’ve changed like this?”
There are many reasons.
When Yuna Gyeong died.
When the country fell into chaos.
And when he decided to gain wealth and power again to become an absolute ruler.
Also, following Liching’s will, he was asked to become a bastard who could make everyone happy instead of a hero who made everyone unhappy.
Above all, he decided to live freely without being bound, as Liching’s last words.
He has changed from the past.
But is that all?
Is it just because he made a decision and was asked that he has changed so honestly in his heart?
If there is another reason?
When Rimon thought about it.
There was only one answer.
“……Dragon Psionics.”
“Yes, Aga. From the moment Dragon Psionics awakened, you had already become a dragon.”
“……”
“An arrogant, greedy, and desire-driven dragon.”
This is not a story that happened after completing the Chammayongwang sword and becoming the king of dragons. From the moment he could use Dragon Psionics through the Simheok’s violin, the powerful dragon’s power began to flow.
Once you know a law, just like not forgetting a law even if your wings are broken
“Even you, Aga, have the power of the stars absorbed by the thrones.”
“……”
“No matter how much you claim that you have not been influenced by those two powers, can you really be sure?”
Rimon remained silent.
The essence of the sword is in destruction, so the sword masters who bent their destinies became heavenly beings.
A dragon with Dragon Psionics harbors a fanatical desire for dominance.
And the thrones born by consuming all possibilities in the world harbor infinite greed.
Can he really claim that he has not been influenced by those two powers, even after completing the Chammayongwang, which dominates the power of dragons and stars?
And to him.
Sir said languidly.
“So, remember from now on.”
“……”
“You may be an absolute ruler, but you are not omnipotent.”
“……”
“You may belong to someone, make irreversible mistakes, or harbor regrets that you can never forget.”
When he only protected the world as the guardian of humanity in the past, he didn’t have to worry about that.
But now that he has come to rule the world, and because there are so many precious things.
It’s easier to make mistakes.
To lose something.
And to regret.
To the new absolute ruler.
Sir warned, who once ruled a distant era as an absolute ruler and immortal.
“And accumulated regrets like that, are more deadly poison than anything else to immortals like us.”
If he loses his beloved bride.
Or ruins the world with wrong judgments.
He may be hurt as much, or even change or be destroyed beyond imagination.
By no longer finding meaning in life and either ending his life or destroying the world he has protected so far.
Just like many immortals did.
“So, that’s why you absolutely need the dagger child.”
“……”
“Whether it’s because the dagger child can suppress your Dragon Psionics and prevent a rampage……”
“……”
“Or because every time you see the dagger child, you’ll remember how you were deceived and embraced your mentor by me.”
Yes, that’s right.
Even if it was the best choice.
It is an undeniable
“In that sense, this is the last blessing and curse I, a sword-wielding child, can give you.”
“…….”
“It’s also the reason I’m running away from you, child.”
At that moment.
Rimon realized.
Despite her presence right before him, he hadn’t been able to sense Sir’s presence for some time now.
As if he was looking at a reflection in water.
“……A parallel world.”
“Hohoho, as expected of an experienced person.”
Swish.
At that moment.
A change occurred.
Sir’s skin, which had been wrinkled as her eternal life waned, tightened once more, revealing her beautiful appearance beneath the flowing strands of hair.
Then, her figure grew hazy and began to seep into the smoke of the campfire.
It was the boundary she had created using the black gun, which drew in the possibilities of parallel worlds, Hliðskjálf.
It had gone berserk, causing Rimon to cross over to other worlds, bringing about the phenomenon of Darkening, which she had observed and studied to create a new spell.
Sleipnir.
Not only did it enable travel to parallel worlds.
It also allowed one to draw upon the possibilities of other versions of oneself, even restoring the lost power of Flame Immortality, surpassing even the three great spells of the Silver Age.
Already having crossed over to another world.
Watching the afterimage of the witch.
Rimon wore a heavy expression.
“You’ve been planning this from the start.”
“Yes, I’m going to cast off all the fetters and bonds of this world and set out in search of freedom and mystery.”
“…….”
“If I stay by your side any longer, I think I’ll change too.”
So dazzling.
Brilliant yet dignified.
A man she couldn’t help but watch over.
Sir smiled wryly as she watched the dangerous man she knew better than anyone.
In the past, she would have rather run away alone than give up her eternal life to protect the world.
She was neither foolish nor immature, to the point of not realizing why she had done such a thing.
That’s why she had chosen.
To stop running away from him.
Because if she delayed any longer, she wouldn’t even be able to run away.
Because she knew that she would end up neglecting even the mysteries of magic, which she had pursued her entire life, just thinking about him, looking at him, like Rimon’s brides.
She could be a slave.
But she couldn’t be a lover.
Above all…….
“No matter how much I don’t care about order, even I think 22nd is too much.”
“……22nd?”
“Yes.”
What was 22nd?
Sir chuckled at his confused expression.
Oh, those children were also pitiful.
Even though they could never be brides, it was too much that they couldn’t even remember her.
When would that secret be revealed?
What would happen when the secret was revealed?
Feeling regret that she wouldn’t be able to watch until the end, she finished speaking languidly.
“Remember this last thing.”
“…….”
“Even if I leave for another world, I will always be watching over you.”
“…….”
“Until the day comes when you want to end it all.”
With those words, Rimon remained silent as he watched the hazy shadow, now almost gone, of Sir.
He was a Sword Master.
A being who could cut anything.
Even if Sir had escaped to a parallel world, it was entirely possible for him to cut her down.
All the more so because he didn’t know what world she had gone to, what power she would gain, or when she would return and what she would do.
But…….
Clank.
Quietly.
Sheathing his sword.
Rimon turned away.
If he cut her down just because she could be dangerous, it would remain a burden on his mind for the rest of his life.
And he knew the reason behind Sir’s words.
The sage, advisor, and comrade who had helped him countless times until now.
And yet, the Witch Queen who had chosen to remain his adversary, pursuing endless mystery instead of sweet peace, who could restrain him if he ever fell into darkness.
No, to the first and last Demon King.
The Dragon King, who was the guardian deity of mankind.
Thus bid farewell.
Whether it be in a thousand years.
Or in ten thousand years.
Someday, we will definitely be reunited.