#Side Story 73. Even if you are alone, sometimes you are in harmony (1)
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Among the brides of Limon.
The busiest ones were, of course, the seven princesses of the Seven Dragons.
Even though they had a little more free time thanks to time and mental space, there was no end to what they had to deal with now that the whole world was ruined and recovering.
There were even times when I had to devote myself to work in my own time and mind.
Of course, in the end, nine times out of ten, when he saw Limon and the other priests fooling around, he threw down his work and intervened.
Anyway, the princesses were that busy.
It was natural for a ruler who held hegemony over the world.
Then, on the contrary, if you ask who is the quietest, the answer is also fixed.
Although he is stronger than anyone else in fighting.
On the contrary, I can’t do anything other than fight.
In other words, they are sword masters who have become surplus in this era of peace when all wars have ended.
Sigh!
“Wow, today is also rewarding.”
From that perspective.
She had a relatively busy day.
Because I’ve been doing extremely harsh survival for a long time, I’ve developed the habit of finding something to do when there’s nothing to do, even if it doesn’t exist.
…In the end, the job she found was potato farming, which was truly hers.
“Hehehe. “It’s surprising that farming can be this fun.”
Put down the plow in your hand.
A platinum-blond nun wiping sweat from her muddy hands.
Joan of Arc had a joyful smile on her face.
Of course, growing and caring for potatoes was one of her few and most enjoyable hobbies.
But the reason hobbies are fun is because they are hobbies.
If the whole world was devastated and the potato farming was ruined, even though he was a sword master, he would have to risk starvation.
In such a parallel world, the life of desperately growing potatoes just for survival was extremely unstable and difficult.
For her, it was a great joy not to have to risk her life for farming.
“Because there are so many different varieties, it’s a lot of fun to raise them. “I didn’t know there were so many different types of potatoes… I really wasted my life.”
…Of course, if the crop wasn’t potatoes, farming wouldn’t have been this much fun.
Anyway, for that reason.
She was making the most of her free time by growing potatoes.
This is especially true in the fact that in this era when there was a shortage of labor, a farmer with great stamina like Joan of Arc was welcomed everywhere.
‘It’s a great world.’
So, once again.
She looked around.
It’s been about half a year since the end of the war.
The entire human race was struggling, but there was no end to the places for restoration.
Even in the downtown area where restoration was prioritized, there were still unfinished sites here and there.
In that respect, to those who are struggling with the never-ending restoration work, the evaluation that it is great may feel like teasing… but
other people might not know.
To her, it was sincere, without any lies.
Survive alone in a world that has already been destroyed.
As a survivor, it was difficult to even just struggle not to die, let alone recover something.
To Joan of Arc, this world seemed so vibrant and dazzling.
‘Could our world be like this too?’
So inadvertently.
She remembered.
If only he had done a little better.
In the end, he wondered if his world, which had collapsed without being able to withstand the war with the Constellations, could have bloomed anew like this.
‘…Well, it’s useless to even think about it.’
But even for a moment.
Immediately he shook his head.
Joan of Arc smiled bitterly.
The past is just the past. It is a trace that can never be undone and must eventually be buried.
Nevertheless, the reason why these thoughts often come to mind even now that I have come to another world is not only because the regret was so deep.
Because she has returned, albeit in a very unusual and complex form.
It is the curse of regression.
Knowing what will happen in the future.
Because I have experience preventing future misfortune.
They regard the past as something that can be changed and cannot accept the failures that should have been accepted.
Therefore, it is the fate of the regressor to never be able to move forward and cling to the past, which is why regression is a curse.
…eventually it was a blessing for her as the two souls merged.
‘Ugh, that’s a big deal. I need to quickly change this mindset so I can become closer to my juniors and other people.’
Be honest.
After crossing the parallel world.
Joan of Arc was having a hard time getting along with other brides.
Of course, other brides did not intentionally ostracize or avoid her.
The main reason was that most brides, including the seven princesses, were so busy that they did not have enough time to socialize.
But even taking that into account, the reason she seemed particularly outward was because of her sense of heterogeneity.
Even if the two souls were merged…
or rather, that’s why.
Because this world still seemed unfamiliar to her.
To the extent that I still often make the mistake of inadvertently giving my heart to the sword spirit or telling the sword spirit about the memories I made in the past world.
Still, their case was better.
Joan of Arc herself still felt awkward when facing the seven princesses.
…Even more so in that in the other world, he played a decisive role in assisting Limon in beheading princesses from distant ancestors and destroying the Seven Dragons.
‘As expected, a little more effort is needed.’
That’s why Joan of Arc was worried.
What should I do to become closer to other brides?
Of course, the most important thing to her was her beloved teacher.
But that’s why he wanted to build good relationships with those he loved and who loved him.
‘Hmm, should I bring a gift and visit? ‘There’s no one in the world who doesn’t like potatoes.’
It was time for Joan of Arc to seriously consider a plan to attack the residences of other priests with sacks of potatoes.
A voice was heard that was not just one voice.
[Hey, Gamjasun.]
Stand tall.
After stopping walking.
She turned around.
And before he knew it, he saw the translucent ghost of a woman appearing behind him and smiled.
“Hello, Teacher.”
[Goodbye, it’s okay, please lend me your body.]
“Are you talking about my body?”
[Yes.]
After ‘that day’ before.
Avoiding not only Limon but also others.
He was so mysterious that he didn’t show anything other than stealing alcohol from the Green Dragon Clan’s warehouse.
In that sense, Joan of Arc smiled as she saw the ghost of the Sword Emperor who suddenly appeared in front of her.
“I’m sorry, but may I know why?”
[…Do you need a reason?]
“Yes. “I apologize to you, Teacher, but my body belongs to you before it belongs to me.”
[….]
I am Limon’s bride.
From hair to toe.
Everything belongs to him.
No matter how much you reverence a person, you cannot just lend your body to him without his permission.
After looking at Sason with a sullen face, who was smiling gently as always, but speaking even more firmly.
Geomje said abruptly.
[He wants to drink some alcohol.]
“…Alcohol?”
[okay. I can’t get drunk even if I want to get drunk without being eaten. ”
“ …. ”
After hugging him to call his brother, he’s more than before. .
The Geomje spoke in a whisper and raised his eyes and glared at Joan of Arc.
[why? Is it funny that King Sajo was trampled by his disciple and ended up kneeling and becoming his concubine?]
“No, that can’t be possible.”
Without hesitation.
Joan of Arc shook her head.
It wasn’t just because I indirectly experienced the pleasure that the Geomje felt at the time, which was so intense that it reduced both gods and demons to females.
More than that pleasure, it was the deep affection that went back and forth between him and the Geomje.
Nevertheless, it was because I was able to understand the feelings of Geomje, who still found it difficult to admit his own feelings.
It was the same for her, bound by the wall between teacher and student, and living for too long a life immersed in trivial anguish, pain, hesitation, sadness, and, above all, regret.
so that.
Before Sason.
As a ‘senior’.
Joan of Arc smiled and opened her mouth.
“Sajo. “Can I ask you a small favor in return for lending me your body?”
[…What?]
It’s as if he’s saying something out of the blue.
Even if he blinks and says he is the best sword in the world, he is only twenty-eight years old.
As a woman who has realized the complex and delicate emotions of a woman’s heart, looking at Geomje, who is only a few days old.
Joan of Arc thought.
“I also wanted to get some counseling.”
Just as if you want to catch a general, it’s best to catch a horse.
If you want to become friends with the brides, it might be best to target the mothers-in-law first.
It’s even more so because the mother-in-law is a fellow bride and a loner like herself who can’t get along with anyone.
That’s why I smiled brightly.
She invited Geomje.
Coincidentally, among his brides, there was someone who was the perfect person to ask for advice in times like these.
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“….”
[….]
“Oh, that….”
Where are we? Who am I?
Looking at her with that expression.
why me? Why?
For a moment, I even made a face like…
Still, maybe it’s because of my age. The woman, who barely regained her composure but was able to become the head of the household, gently opened her mouth.
“It’s been a while… but it’s nice to see you again. Geomje.”
[Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Fairy Queen.]
Just looking at her expression, I couldn’t say I was happy to see her.
Nevertheless, in any case, I saw ghosts and fairies greeting the new bride, who was, at least formally, the disciple’s mother-in-law and the bride and groom’s teacher.
The platinum-haired nun who hosted this meeting looked pleased.
“Hehe, I’m glad you two seem to get along well.”
“….”
[….]
How on earth do they seem to be on good terms with each other?
The Geomje tried hard to suppress his desire to argue, and the Fairy Queen also showed a complicated expression.
Creating a golden age.
The era of heroes began.
Now, as an absolute person who has accepted a man as his disciple or son-in-law and groom.
Even among his brides, they were in a particularly complicated position and didn’t know what kind of expression to make in this situation.
Therefore, the Fairy Queen asked honestly.
“I understand that the Sword Emperor is disturbed, but… So why did you come to see me?”
“Of course, it’s to get advice.”
“…Are you giving me advice?”
“yes. “The Fairy Queen is the oldest person I know.”
“…?”
“In that sense, I hope you can give good advice to me and my teacher.”
“…???”
“Although our positions are different, we are now in the same position as the teacher’s bride. Please be kind to me.”
He said that he had no doubt that a fairy queen with a long experience would be able to give excellent advice.
A smiling Geomhwawa.
Looking at Geomje with some expectations.
After inadvertently causing a pupil earthquake.
The innocent fairy, who had never even held a man’s hand in the long history of mankind before becoming his bride, tried to calmly leave the place.
“Now, could you please wait a moment?”
And…
…after a while.
“hello? “Daughter?”
“It’s not like something is wrong. “I just contacted you because I wanted to hear your daughter’s voice and had some questions.”
“Daughter, this is just in case. So…”
“Yes? Ah yes. “Hmm, I see.”
“November 11th… you mean?”
“Event….”
“…Huh???”
