#521. It’s a light protest, right?
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Mumble.
Geomrang Billy the Kid.
As he was originally a gunman in the wilderness, he was used to rough food.
It’s fortunate that I can get a meal whether it’s sour beef jerky or a soggy biscuit, and I’ve even eaten a cactus because I thought I’d starve.
Still, Billy thought.
‘It’s the first time I’ve had such a difficult meal.’
Still crispy boiled potatoes.
Even the sword master’s trained esophagus felt like his throat was choking when he ate it with dust toppings on top of it.
But I couldn’t stop eating.
Like watching a child who eats well.
It was because of the gaze of the woman watching him with a smile on her face.
“Is it delicious, junior?”
“It’s pretty awesome.”
“Huh huh, right? It’s because I’m from a farmer’s family and I’m digging myself and steaming potatoes.”
Were you satisfied with the answer?
After a hearty laugh.
The woman put her hand in her bosom.
“Now, in that sense, let’s eat one more here.”
“A dep show that doesn’t need a refill.”
“I have nothing to say. My share of potatoes is here.”
How many potatoes are there?
For a moment, look alternately at the steamed potato protruding from the nun’s uniform, which reveals her slender body, and the woman holding it out with a smile.
Billy finally let out a sigh.
“…Could you give me some water, too?”
“Oh sorry! Come to think of it, I didn’t give you anything to drink.”
As if I forgot.
after opening your eyes.
The woman hastily turned around.
Then, he approached the altar where he had been praying a little while ago.
“Your junior likes to drink, right? I happened to find some wine in the cellar, and if that’s the case, my junior’s taste…”
“If you’re in such a hurry…”
Udangtang!
“…I meant to tell you it’s dangerous.”
Why doesn’t the ominous premonition go away?
Caught on a rock again.
I was staggering as if I was about to fall.
I managed to hold on to the corner of the altar.
Looking at the fallen woman covered in candlesticks and crucifixes, Billy put his hand on her face.
But she didn’t really care.
After getting up vigorously.
I picked up a wine bottle that was safe among the overturned junk and ran back to Billy…
Wow!
Looking at the woman who tripped over the rock again and shattered all the wine she had barely saved, Billy asked with a thread.
“…Are you all right?”
“No… this was the last wine, but it broke.”
To the woman who answered sullenly.
Billy asked more timidly.
“It’s not about wine, it’s about asking if you’re feeling well.”
“are you okay. I am from a farming family.”
Why is being from a farming family a universal answer?
Billy couldn’t bear to point out the fact, even though he had doubts about the woman who spoke proudly and boastfully.
before saying anything.
It was because the woman smiled shyly and handed out the steamed potatoes again.
“The wine is gone, but there are plenty of steamed potatoes. Don’t hesitate and eat a lot.”
“….”
“Is one thing not enough? Then one more…”
“The Ambassador over there?”
“Sasa-no! I was excommunicated, so I can’t. Call me senior.”
“…senior.”
“Your junior.”
what is so good
As soon as he was called a senior, Billy said awkwardly to the smiling woman.
“My heart is grateful. I’m already full…”
“Anyway, I’m glad your junior likes potatoes. Actually, I was a little worried.”
“Are you worried?”
“In my lifetime, even if potatoes were suggested, everyone hated them.”
“…”
“Some people even accused me of spreading devil’s food. I was almost burned at the stake because of that.”
Potatoes are delicious sprouted.
It was a strange crop he had found on his way back from training at the Sword Tower.
And there were many people who put the blame on themselves just because there were people who ate the buds and got a little sick.
Watching her speak a little sadly, Billy broke out in a cold sweat.
“You’ve worked hard.”
“are you okay. Eventually, the misunderstanding was cleared up.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, especially after I slit His Majesty’s head, everyone ate the potatoes deliciously.”
“…”
“Really, this is why non-farmers are a problem. If you don’t eat even the first food you see, you will starve to death.”
whether it was dusty
Whether it’s a little toxic.
How to survive by eating.
If you can’t stand that much, death is called war.
It took a long time to see the woman talking with a shy smile and to fill the back of her head with beads of sweat.
In the end, Billy had no choice but to eat the steamed potatoes as she gave them.
“Anyway, I am very happy. It’s because I have good juniors like Billy’s juniors.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Fifth potato.
“Honestly, from the time I was training under the teacher, my juniors really wanted it.”
“I know that feeling well. I really missed my brother-in-law, who would share the pain with Master, because he was so cruel to people.”
“Is it pain?”
ten potatoes.
“Ugh, I don’t know what you mean. The teacher who is a sword master is teaching me personally, so would there be a madman who would find it painful?”
“…then why did your junior want it?”
“Um, because I can be called a senior?”
“That’s a really cool reason…”
Fifteenth potato.
Is it the first thing to choke your throat?
The steamed potatoes in the nun’s uniform should fall first.
When he agonizes in a sense of crisis as serious as when he invaded the stronghold of the Golden Dragon clan.
A loud roar rang out.
Kurung Kurung!
It looks like it will rain soon.
Looking through the open ceiling at the turbulent dark clouds in the sky, she put on a worried expression.
“It will rain like this.”
“Have you hung out the laundry?”
“Your underwear.”
“…”
“I fell into the muddy water while digging potatoes in the morning and got mud all over my underwear.”
“Is that so?”
If the nun’s uniform hadn’t dried quickly, she would have greeted her junior naked.
After causing an earthquake in Billy’s pupil by saying it with a shy smile.
she asked.
“Will you wait a moment, junior?”
“Of course I do.”
Billy sighed involuntarily as he looked at the back of the woman who was taking quick steps.
Of course, he’s an idiot that even Limon acknowledged.
Billy was always a welcome conversation with a beautiful woman, as he had enjoyed drinking, gambling, and women all his life.
Originally, it was enough to hand over a few mischievous jokes.
However, he did not dare to ask the color of her underwear or praise her for her great body.
Whether it’s because of each other’s distribution.
whether for some other reason.
Knocked up!
“oh!”
…So the moment the woman fell again.
Although she had to go through hellish pain not to see her white thighs exposed through the disheveled nun’s uniform.
In the end, Billy desperately turned his thoughts elsewhere.
‘Terrible. I’ve heard anecdotes about people who jumped up after being hit in the head by a rock or who fell from the top of the wall and were fine, but…’ I thought it was
just a rumor.
Seeing it in person, it seemed possible enough.
Not that he’s strong, but in the sense that he’s lame enough to make that mistake.
‘It’s hard for a sword master to look so lax.’
The Sword Master is a superhuman.
achieve the perfect body.
It is a being with transcendental senses.
But to hear that there is a lumbering sword master who stumbles over a rock.
It was a strange thing no matter how you look at it.
‘Hmm. I heard that the teaching method was incomplete in the early days of the Sword Tower, but is that the fault?’
How the hell did Limon teach her?
while I was lost in thought.
‘hmm?’
Billy tilted his head.
Of course, the woman who thought she was going to pick up the laundry headed inside the building on the contrary.
So, she stood tall in the place where she had been praying a while ago.
Right after I reached out my hand to the waist dance.
Sureureung.
“…!”
he was startled
The moment you draw your sword.
It wasn’t just because her mood had changed.
A woman who has lost all gaps, as if her lax appearance a moment ago was a lie.
More than just a few gaps, the perfect posture that made even the sword master feel terrified made Billy reflexively nervous.
In the midst of watching Billy ready to jump right away.
Squeak.
The woman moved.
Soft like flowing water.
As beautiful as petals fluttering.
Spinning around in place.
It took a while to make a mysterious expression when he saw a woman who started to dance a sword dance out of nowhere.
Billy soon forgot all doubts.
Stepping out like stepping on a flower.
Bounce your slender waist slightly.
While spinning while pulling the sword.
Slippery stretches, etc.
As if everything was repeated hundreds of millions of times, from posture, flow, breath, and sword dance, there was no deviation.
it’s so sophisticated
Reverently tidy.
dazzlingly gorgeous
She possessed a flawless beauty that made even the same sword master shudder.
Kurung. shoot it!
‘this.’
That’s why Billy inadvertently lamented as he watched the raindrops start to fall along with the sound of thunder again.
It was too bad that that perfect sword dance was interrupted by mere raindrops.
flutter.
That was the moment.
The woman’s sword tip is shaking.
The petals started to scatter.
At first, I started with one, then ten by a hundred.
On top of the flower petals that filled the collapsed cathedral, growing innumerably.
The moment the first raindrops fell.
『
Fleurs et épées dansantes
Danse de banquet.
blooming flowers.
Fleurs en floraison
.
“…!”
the raindrops disappear
Instead, petals covered the cathedral.
No, to be precise, it wasn’t a flower petal.
It was just a remnant of the brilliance shattered at the tip of the sword.
But instead of the collapsed roof, the flower petals covered the cathedral and bounced all the raindrops in all directions.
Looking at the raindrops that slid into the river next to the cathedral after bouncing off like that.
Billy hardened.
What deflects raindrops?
Of course, that much was possible.
At least I was confident that I could imitate it perfectly if it was within 10 steps.
Sweeping all the raindrops off this huge building is a little daunting, but it’s worth the challenge.
“… such crazy.”
nonetheless at this moment.
Why was Billy moaning?
Because it wasn’t just this cathedral that the raindrops were bouncing off.
other buildings around.
the street he passed.
To the other side of the distant sky.
The ruins of Paris, once one of the largest cities in the world, but now only rubble remain.
Hundreds of millions of trillions of raindrops pouring down on that vast area were being bounced off without a single drop left by the storm of flowers.
‘Is this a true story…?’
Even the same sword master.
No, I was able to know better because he was the same sword master.
What an outrageous thing the woman is doing.
Space is not distorted.
It does not transcend distance.
Nor has the process been ignored.
Even so, at this moment, just by dancing in place, she put the entire vast ruin within the distance of the sword.
Not even blindly covering the sky, but taking in every single drop of rain.
So he could know.
Not raindrops, but arrows or bullets or missiles.
Even the sword of the same sword master would not be able to invade this realm.
This is the barrier of a perfectly flawless sword.
Because it was a barrier of flowers and an invincible fortress that no one dared to invade.
Took.
how much time has passed
The heavy rain has thinned.
until it gradually fades away and ceases.
She continued the sword dance without any distraction, and stopped dancing only after all the dark clouds had disappeared.
Then he looked up at the sky and turned to Billy with a smile.
“Now we just have to wait for the underwear to dry.”
“Is that so…”
The laundry was less dry.
So instead of walking the laundry, block the rain.
To Billy, who shook his head at his actions like a sword master.
the woman suddenly asked.
“Oh, come to think of it, I had something to ask my junior, but I forgot.”
“What are you talking about?”
“When were we going to destroy those white pigs?”
“…what did you say?”
“Don’t you know? An island nation of terribly repulsive white pigs who do harm to the world just by breathing and wasting air.”
Still smiling face.
However, unlike the neat smile of a while ago.
It’s extremely cold and eerie, but that’s why it’s rather dizzyingly bewitching with a smile.
While stroking the black tattoo on her thigh.
Who is the woman who sees herself with dark eyes?
Billy realized.
He was originally a French hero.
If you’re an Englishman, you’re the one who marched madly, slaughtering everyone from old people to babies.
At the same time…
“If you don’t want to do that to that warlock lady, I think you’ll have to cut off one or two of that junior’s limbs and protest.”
“….”
“We are forbidden to fight among ourselves, but light protests and admonitions are not included in fights, right?”
As soon as he was resurrected, he tried to annihilate the other Sword Masters just because he thought they would get in the way.
Even if it was only for a short time, the sword tower’s main story was that he did not suffer a single wound while competing swords with eight sword masters at the same time.
Sword flower Joan of Arc.
She is a bloodied and corrupted saint.
Looking at the most mildly insane sword master in history.
Billy thought seriously.
He said he should have gone to pick up the Sword Spirit himself.
