#817. I don’t know either.
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Swordsmith Joan of Arc.
As Limon’s first apprentice.
A hero who was even called a saint.
But during the war with the British Empire.
As a result of being betrayed by France, the country he loved, he lost everything including his family and comrades.
A sword master who led a revolution with only hatred and vengeance remaining, took control of France, waged a war of aggression, and massacred British people indiscriminately.
She was like a singularity.
Whether it’s because he was the first sword master to carve his name into the sword tower.
In terms of proving that sword masters other than sword masters can go mad and corrupt as much as they like.
Even so, Vlad had always respected Joan of Arc as his ambassador.
Of course, she was able to become a sword master because Limon taught her and established the method of raising a sword master.
It was because he thought that her depravity was rather pitiful compared to himself, who even dabbled in black magic.
Even though the body is still not normal.
That’s why I was willing to volunteer for this job.
Because I wanted to help her achieve her long-cherished wish, which she couldn’t achieve during her lifetime, even after death.
Even then, Joan of Arc was grateful to him and Gandhi and was laughing single-singly at the thought of destroying the British Empire.
But…
“…Are you sane?”
“You’re asking something strange.”
I guess I don’t know why you ask.
Tilting her head, she asked with a smile.
“As commander-in-chief of France, I’m trying to defend France, is there any problem?”
Of course there is.
France has already perished.
Behind her is London, not Paris.
People who were British just a few minutes ago don’t become French just because they exchanged a document.
However, in the end, Vlad couldn’t put any objection into his mouth.
The moment I saw Joan of Arc’s blue eyes.
because I knew
No matter what he said, he would not be able to convince her or turn the sword.
no matter how normal you act.
As long as it looks mild.
She’s a madman after all.
It was because he was an existence that went crazy long ago and did not work with common sense and logic.
So after a long silence.
Vlad said heavily.
“Ambassador, we cannot back down.”
“I know.”
“And whatever the outcome, the Archbishop will have to pay the price for this choice.”
“Of course I don’t know that either.”
“…Is that so.”
Although the answer is fixed.
As a final check though.
After a brief conversation, Vlad closed his eyes.
Then, after letting out a heavy sigh, he lifted his arms lightly.
Chew!
Amidst the long raindrops that flowed down the window sill, he held the spear upright and aimed the tip at Joan of Arc.
Vlad said quietly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
It is the death penalty of the same priesthood.
I was an ally until a little while ago.
Unlike horses, they pointed their spears and swords at each other without shaking an inch.
After exchanging glances with each other.
The moment Vlad and Joan of Arc moved.
In addition to the two princesses who completed the blood of the dragon and the masters of the Seven Dragons, the two sword masters’ desperate struggle against their own masters began.
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Dig!
Is this a natural result?
One of the two sword masters who confronted each other.
It was Vlad who moved first.
The moment you want to take a step forward.
The raindrops at my feet gushed like an explosion.
The movement of his spear at Jeanne d’Arc at a distance of 10 meters is truly a flash.
His spear, which reached the height of excellence in stabbing, possessed a sharpness that could pierce even the heart of a sword master with just one gap.
Squeak.
But the sword is swinging gracefully.
The moment the tip of the spear touched the tip of the sword.
The window hangs in the air.
No, to be precise, what stopped was not the air, but the tip of the knife.
If you push it, it will back off.
If you pull it, it will stretch out.
If you swing it, it will swing together.
The sword, which was swung in exactly the same direction and at the same speed, was deftly interfering with the movement of the spear.
The grafting of a flowering tree to another tree.
Competent steel that subdues strength with softness.
It was a miracle that could be seen because it was Joan of Arc who had reached the extreme of such a sword and completed the sword of absolute defense.
Wheein!
But that’s just for a moment.
Let’s flick the window sill with our fingers.
In Vlad’s grip, the spear that began to rotate violently like a drill bounced off the tip of the sword and extended again.
Joan of Arc immediately returned the sword, but Vlad’s spear dug into the momentary gap.
Chew!
Torn nun’s robe.
splashing drops of blood.
The spearmanship that broke through the absolute defense of the swordsmith Joan of Arc was truly demonic.
Indeed, in terms of attack, it was like a sword master who was on par with the Sword King… but
the price was not light.
The moment the spear grazed my thigh.
Instead of obsessing over defense, Joan of Arc reversely cut off Vlad’s side.
It was from then.
A similar scene repeated.
When you cut the white shoulder, your wrist is cut.
The moment I tore the hem of my clothes, the blade of a knife slightly pierced my foot.
Right after she cuts her hair, a blade grazes her neck.
Vlad hardened his face as the exchanges hurt each other over and over again.
‘…He opened a gap on purpose.’
Joan of Arc achieved absolute defense.
Vlad who completed absolute penetration.
The swordsmen of the two are in complete contradiction.
Like a spear and a shield that made the story of contradiction, they were existences that made each other meaningless.
Knowing that fact, Joan of Arc deliberately created a gap.
Beginners in shield art get hurt while recklessly blocking attacks, but experts open a gap and guide them, then strike down the shield to break a window.
It was to aim for the moment when Vlad dug into his gap.
Unlike Joan of Arc, who had only scratches, his condition, which was already covered in blood, proved that fact.
He has two ways to win.
One is to give up offense and switch to defense.
However, now that Gandhi is tied up by Rose and the Blue Dragon Clan, and the alter ego created by black magic has already been half-burned by Hasneti and the Red Dragon Clan.
Vlad had no time.
So he slipped back and drew the spear.
Another way to win.
In other words, to destroy even the story of contradiction by penetrating Joan of Arc’s defense head-on.
Did you read the intent?
Joan of Arc chased after him recklessly, but instead of making the mistake of revealing a gap, she kept her balance on one foot and slightly flicked her toes.
That’s how she spins around.
The sword moves smoothly.
The moment the sword dance started. 『
Fleurs et épées dansantes danse de banquet
, dancing swords with flowers
.
blooming flowers.
fleurs en floraison
.
through heavy rain.
dazzlingly gorgeous.
Enchantingly beautiful.
Countless petals began to flutter.
The appearance of the petals flowing smoothly, catching even the pouring raindrops, is truly fantastic.
The swordsman who cuts off all power and flow created a storm of flowers with the brilliance reflected on the tip of the sword, creating a scene that transcends human income.
However, Vlad did not hesitate even while watching the scene.
I just stretched out the window as hard as I could.
『
Thorns That Pierces Death
Sever.
Hades
ᾍδης]
Faaaat!
The air is twisted.
What erupts is a bloody flash.
A spear containing a sword that can pierce even death penetrates space and extends like an explosion.
And so, the moment when the bloody flash that pierced even the highest mountain and the storm of petals that even covered the sky collided. ■■■■■■■―!
space is torn
the sound breaks
The heavens and earth flickered.
It’s as if the world is about to end.
While the masters of the Seven Dragons collapse or stumble at the tremendous shock that confuses the mind.
Rose groaned.
Hasneti hardened.
A sword that can even cut through providence.
Among them, the clash between the two opposing swords made the world scream and stiffened even the princess who completed the dragon’s blood.
Still, they were better.
The two sword masters at the epicenter were in shock several times greater than the others.
But also Vlad.
Joan of Arc too.
did not back down
Push the window harder.
Wielding the sword much more beautifully.
Hinch continued to spread each other’s sword path without being disturbed.
And the moment when Vlad’s spear, blocked by the storm of petals, spurted out a more vivid bloody color, and finally broke the petals and dug into the inside.
Crying!
“…!”
A drop of blood flowed from Vlad’s lips.
The result of fighting the two dragons, using black magic while not yet fully cured, finally began to emerge.
And as a result, the spear that had penetrated the storm of flowers was pushed out again.
no, that wasn’t the only thing.
It seems like I won’t miss this opportunity.
The storm of flowers rapidly expanded and, conversely, rushed towards Vlad.
The moment when he gritted his teeth against the storm of flowers, which contained the pressure to crush the human body at once.
A shadow cut in front of him.
『Mu-Ae-Mugung Dae-
il 無碍無窮 大一
Karma’s Sword
Back宿命刀背』
Kwaaang!!!
It happened in an instant.
The storm of flowers swept away Vlad and the human figure in front of him.
In-young, who had withstood the storm without a single wound, calmly opened her mouth.
“Are you okay, brother?”
“…I’m fine.”
“Fortunately, the.”
Could it be because of the sword of contradiction?
Looking at the brown-skinned monk who steadfastly ran while others stumbled in the aftermath of the crash.
Joan of Arc chuckled.
“Isn’t it too rude to intervene in a duel, Junior Gandhi?”
It’s not a duel, it’s a war, so it doesn’t matter if you intervene.
Whether that’s what the traitor has to say.
Several objections can be made.
Gandhi didn’t.
Instead, he spoke calmly.
“Ambassador, please stop.”
“What do you mean?”
“This suicide.”
Dismissed!
Gandhi lowered his gaze slightly.
And Joan of Arc’s pure white skin was revealed when her nun’s uniform was torn in the fight with Vlad.
To be precise, he looked at the black sparks bouncing from the tattoos engraved on his skin and continued with a serious voice.
“You know that no matter how much you resist the spell, it’s only a matter of time in the end, right?”
After the escape of the sword.
Wanderer further strengthened the sword masters’ spells.
In particular, we put more effort into this plan so that no variables occur.
From the moment she disobeyed the order and aimed her sword at them, the curse of the spell was already gnawing at Joan of Arc’s life.
That’s why he had a close fight against Vlad, who was not in normal shape.
And as time went by, the curse of Jubak grew exponentially and would eventually take her life.
“It’s okay if you don’t last long.”
Knowing that fact, Joan of Arc did not retract her sword.
Rather, he just smiled.
“Because we can protect France from at least two juniors.”
“…”
You must already be feeling the pain of being torn apart.
Even so, at the end of looking at the undisturbed blade and the beautiful smile on her face.
Gandhi lamented briefly.
“How foolish you are.”
“Does it look like that?”
“That’s right.”
Looking at her with sad eyes, as if looking at an ignorant ignorant middle school student.
he said.
“How come you don’t know? After all, the country is an illusion, and it is the root cause of all suffering and conflict.”
the not-so-distant past.
Breaking down the national prestige of the whole world.
Unite all countries into one.
To end war and suffering forever.
Listening to the words of a priest who was a pacifist but eventually caused a world war.
Joan of Arc laughed.
“I don’t know either, junior.”
still beautiful and gentle.
But a little bit sad.
with an empty smile
The sword master, who had been fighting all his life to protect his country, continued to speak lonely.
“My country is an illusion, and my patriotism is just a futile obsession.”
