#Side Story 64. Bride accepting a cup of wine (4)
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Gate of Valhalla, the magic of miracles.
A vortex of starlight that swept the world.
Due to the clash of the two powers, the soul of the Sword Emperor, who had been summoned from the underworld, was tied to this world.
Even Sir admitted that it would be difficult to solve the problem with magic.
In the end, there is only one way left.
All it could do was help people achieve Buddhahood naturally by relieving their lingering attachment to this world.
There is one problem.
It was as if he had no regrets.
Of course, when I was briefly resurrected by Wanderer in the past, I shared a drink with the damn disciple who was just being upset.
After a heartfelt sword fight, he was cut by his disciple’s hand and died with satisfaction both as a teacher and as a swordsman.
Because Geomje had no regrets or regrets left in this world anymore.
…at least in her own opinion.
[No, I’m sure there is something like that.]
[I, the person involved, don’t have anything like that, so why is the old lady making a guarantee?]
[I’m doing it because it’s worth making a guarantee. In the first place, whether dead or alive, there is no way in this world that there is a person who doesn’t have a single regret.]
I want to sit down.
When I sit down, I want to lie down.
Just like when you lie down, you want to stand up.
As humans, once one wish is resolved, another wish comes to mind.
Since we are human, it is natural to have regrets and desires of any kind, even if they are very simple.
What Sir said.
Geomje could not deny it.
Because it contained the insight of an immortal who had lived for a long time.
In fact, the essence of humanity that she saw and experienced while traveling around the world and confronting the seven dragons was also like that.
That was why.
Sir asks Limon for cooperation.
Also, the reason why she reluctantly accepted when Limon offered to open a tavern.
The idea of opening a tavern later was something I just said, but I didn’t have any other lingering thoughts.
But…
‘…isn’t this a bit much?’
Actually at this moment.
Geomje was worried.
Can this really be called a tavern?
From the moment they built a three-story building called a tavern, I thought it was very strange.
When I pointed out that fact, he was able to accept it only when a thatched hut made of red clay and straw was erected across from the intact pavilion.
It was a bit excessively large as there were several thatched houses connected to each other, but this was the extent of the tavern.
There are two problems.
“No customers are coming today either.”
“yes. “I think because taverns are unfamiliar, customers are flocking to the second branch we opened.”
“It’s a shame… I prepared a lot of potato soup.”
snoring.
Is it an effect of kidney surgery?
Or maybe it’s because of its splendor.
This is a three-story restaurant run by the Black Dragon clan, which was originally intended to be used as a tavern and was a busy building across the street, but they felt sorry for the empty building.
On the other hand, Rose and Joan of Arc drink tea at a tavern without any flies.
In addition to that, I saw Suri sleeping comfortably on Joan of Arc’s knee.
Geomje thought.
What do you think is a tavern worker?
Of course, there are no guests coming and I have to finish cleaning and other things, so I can’t help but spend time like that.
At least in her opinion, half of the reasons customers did not come were due to the employees.
The beauty of the employees has to be good enough for customers to flock to them.
It’s because there are such blindingly beautiful, peerless beauties standing right at the gate.
It was natural that even a decent hero would not dare enter.
Just looking at the behavior of the sons who were busy eating at the window of the pavilion across from them and peeking into the tavern.
‘As expected, kicking them all out…’ He
said that in order to run the tavern properly, he would have to kick out all the damn disciple’s brides.
Geomje judged calmly.
And I opened my mouth to say it.
No, I tried to open it.
“You’re already sober. Maia, may I ask for a new drink?”
[Hey, when should I ask for a drink….]
“Would it be okay if it was a hundred-year-old Yeo Ah-hong?”
“That’s a great choice. “Yeoahong, made with the spirit of the Green Dragon Clan, has an excellent aroma and taste.”
“And I think we’ll have to prepare some new snacks.”
“If you do, I will bring the notebook.”
[…Hmm, okay. Pour one more glass.]
Jjolrrrr.
Even while sitting in a wheelchair, Li Qingyu smiles like a tongue in her mouth and clearly gives instructions on what she needs.
Maia calmly selected a new drink and brought it, like a doctor prescribing medicine.
Anastasia knelt next to her and politely poured the drink with both hands and cut the snacks on a spoon to make it easier to eat.
It’s really not that easy.
Or should we say luxury.
Even though my senses have become dull due to lack of a body, I drink alcohol without feeling any discomfort.
Geomje thought.
‘Okay, let’s just drink this and kick it out.’
…I think she made the same decision about fifteen bottles ago, but she didn’t care.
Originally, Hogeul didn’t care about small things.
No, actually, paying attention was more difficult.
In any case, the other brides couldn’t chase away the Fairy Queen, who was waiting on Yuna-kyung and smiling shyly.
Of course, I knew about the sword system.
The Fairy Queen is a shield.
That she is in a position where she cannot easily kick everyone out.
However, the real trick is to suffer even when you know it.
In that respect, the atrocity of putting forward the Fairy Queen, who even the Sword Emperor could not treat lightly, as his face was even admirable.
So that she doesn’t get annoyed.
So that you don’t get cut in line.
What’s even more special is that they even do a cute trick where the brides take turns serving each other.
‘In death, I get to enjoy the luxury I never enjoyed even when I was alive.’
To be honest.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like it.
She wandered around the sky all her life, using the sky as a blanket, saying that only one sword was enough for a swordsman, but that was only because she was busy being chased by the Seven Dragons.
Even though I’m not particularly extravagant, on the contrary, I’ve never hated extravagant things.
But to be treated like this.
A well-raised child… no, one disciple was not envious of ten slaves.
‘Hmm, I’m sure this isn’t bad either.’
The tavern management was in shambles, but considering it was just a pleasure trip, it was pretty good.
For her, who had lived her whole life as she pleased, whether it was Yeohan or Nabal, it was nothing more than a trivial thing anyway.
‘…It’s not bad.’
okay.
It was like that.
It wasn’t bad.
Drinks, snacks, and service.
Nevertheless, the reason why Geomje could not help but narrow his eyes at this moment was because of the scene unfolding inside the tavern.
Good luck!
“Stupid princess, I told you to just watch.”
“It’s not my fault. This oven is strange. No matter how carefully the wind blows, the fire does not grow and only ashes fall.”
“That’s right, it’s not a furnace, it’s a furnace. “For no reason, you come forward and end up covered in ashes again…”
Skuosh.
“Brother, me too! “I buried my ashes here too.”
“…Is that what you buried? “It’s correct.”
“That’s it. Anyway, are you going to clean it for me too? huh?”
“There’s water over there, so why don’t you try wiping it off yourself?”
“Eh, that’s too much! Is this discrimination against brides? “We want equality!”
Chi profit.
“Is this enough liver enough?”
“Hmm, it’s perfect. “As expected, the boss is amazing.”
“Hmph, even if I praise you, all I can give you is cooking.”
“okay? “I also want to get a kiss from the boss.”
“…My hunting dog is truly a beast.”
Grumbling.
“I will control the fire, so don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you, Pharaoh.”
“There is no need for gratitude. “Because I am your slave.”
“Hmm, that’s true. “Have you not forgotten that the Pharaoh is my bride before she is my slave?”
“…Of course.”
Wiping a white-haired girl covered in ashes with a wet towel while starting a fire.
He rubbed ashes on the bridge of his nose and flirted with him while pushing away the silver-haired girl he was clinging to.
Hugging and kissing the waist of the haughty blonde beauty who helps with the cooking.
He whispered in the ear of a woman with a cold expression, making her face turn slightly red.
Thanks to the sword master’s senses, you can vividly feel as if you are directly observing all the affectionate behavior that his disciple has with his brides in the kitchen.
The Geomje narrowed his eyes.
‘Why…’
It’s not that there is a shortage of brides.
From the fairy queen to the four sons and even the seven princesses.
No matter how hard you looked at it, it was clear that they were first-class brides that could be presented anywhere in terms of beauty, ability, and personality.
Even though he has such abilities, he is also respectful to himself.
nevertheless.
She thought.
‘…isn’t it like this?’
―You’re blind.
No, that’s right.
I had to understand.
And his flirting with brides.
Other women, and even the Fairy Queen, are jealous of the priests who help him and show signs of wanting to replace them.
It was proof that Limon was loved that much.
‘Heroes are lecherous, so it’s natural for a bastard like that to have any number of women.’
The absolute one.
He is the guardian deity of mankind.
Helped brides several times.
Even if you look at it objectively, Limon was an asshole who was enough to captivate women’s hearts.
From a subjective standpoint, it was even more so.
What kind of effort and hardship did that kid who had no personality, common sense, and all he knew was cutting and killing grow up to what he is now?
Because no one knew it better than her.
As a teacher, I felt proud that I had personally raised such a Limon.
Well, most of what was actually taught was sword fighting, but originally, the instructor’s training was also included in the teacher’s teachings.
So, it was definitely something to be proud of that his talented student was doing well with so many beautiful women as his brides, but…
‘-It’s annoying.’
For some reason.
The more Limon flirts with the brides.
And the more I see their happy smiles.
She took a gulp of alcohol to suppress her pounding heart.
But the good thing about not having a body was that you could drink as much as you wanted, but the bad thing was that no matter how much you drank, you couldn’t get drunk.
No matter how many drinks I drank, the subtle, heavy feeling did not go away, but instead built up.
That was why.
In the end, even after emptying a mountain of bottles, she couldn’t bear the rising frustration and got up from her seat.
[Hey, the disruptors will be out of the way now, so you can play or fool around as you please.]
“Sword Emperor?”
“Master?”
Pak.
Just like that….
With that unexpected declaration, the Geomje disappeared from the tavern as if it were extinguished.
Leaving behind the disciples and their priests who were perplexed and bewildered.
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“…So you quit and came here?”
[Yeah fuck! Is that a tavern? 신혼집이지?]
“….”
[하여튼 제자란 새끼가 하늘 같은 스승님이 성불을 하느냐 마느냐 하는 중요한 시국에 제 신부들이랑 노느라 정신없어서는….]
“….”
씹새 개새 등등.
I was complaining about all kinds of things.
The Geomje suddenly closed his mouth.
And, other than his student, he narrowed his eyes at the only person to whom he could make such a complaint.
[What the heck. Why are you looking at me with those eyes?]
“What eyes do you mean?”
[The eyes look like they picked up an unexpected toy.]
To be exact, they were exciting eyes because they were watching a drama that was unexpected.
However, the legendary great witch did not bother to explain the facts and the reasons.
Instead, he just opened his mouth with a meaningful smile under the veil that covered his face.
“Do you know what the swordsman says about your feelings right now?”
[Well, it’s annoying.]
“It’s similar, but different.”
It seems very sophisticated.
Or as if it was interesting.
Or maybe it just turned out well.
Sir ended his speech in a truly happy voice.
“―Because that feeling is probably the reason why I can call you a ‘virgin ghost’ now.”
