The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 70

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 70

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace Episode 70

High Elf (5)

“Oppa hasn’t come up at all.”

A day had passed.

Yoo Ji-woo checked the time on her smartphone and clicked her tongue.

They had to fight the elves tomorrow, but Yoo Seong-woo had been holed up in the training ground since yesterday and showed no sign of coming out.

What if he ended up exhausted and lost?

‘I don’t think Oppa will lose at all…….’

But there’s always a chance.

Similarly, Schuel was holed up in her room and wouldn’t come out.

She kept saying incomprehensible things about how the ranked season was only a day away and she absolutely had to reach Predator [a top rank in a video game].

“Do they stay mentally children even as they get older? Don’t you think so, Unnie [older sister or female friend]?”

“Still, isn’t it a good thing to have something to be passionate about?”

Yoo-wol said, sipping her black tea in response to Yoo Ji-woo’s question.

She fluttered her pure white rabbit ears slightly and continued.

“More than that, Seong-woo is really amazing. He brought a High Elf while he was away for a short time.”

“It’s just giving me more headaches. I’m worried he’ll bring another one next time he goes on an expedition.”

“Huhu, I doubt that will happen. But strong people tend to attract others, so it might increase in the future.”

“I just hope this house will be big enough…….”

Yoo Ji-woo sighed deeply.

She had nothing to worry about with work these days. Everything was going smoothly.

But she was constantly facing bigger worries than that.

Strange guys kept popping up from somewhere…… Oppa was causing trouble…… She was mentally and physically exhausted from external affairs more than work.

“Seong-woo doesn’t seem to have any thoughts of becoming independent?”

“Do you want Oppa to become independent, Unnie? ……No, you’d like it.”

“I’d love it.”

Yoo Ji-woo glanced at Yoo-wol and then averted her gaze.

It was because Yoo-wol’s eyes flickered with desire when she said that.

“When will Seong-woo come out of the training ground? I want to see his face after a long time.”

“I don’t know either. He’ll probably come out since he has to go out tomorrow anyway…… Do you want to go down and see him?”

“No. I don’t want to disturb his training, so I think it’s better to wait until he comes out.”

Yoo-wol took another sip of the black tea in front of her.

Her ears twitched slightly.

Yoo-wol’s good ears could hear from the top floor to the bottom floor.

She closed her eyes and listened quietly.

The sound of a sword being swung could be heard.

The sound of sweat droplets hitting the floor could be heard, and his breathing was vividly transmitted.

Her ears perked up.

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body, rising from her toes to the tips of her ears.

“……It’s a beautiful sight just listening to it. Just by listening.”

“……?”

Yoo-wol pictured Yoo Seong-woo’s figure in her mind through the sound.

Stepping, swinging his sword.

Thrusting, cutting, raising, lowering.

A scene like dancing filled her mind.

‘Swordsmanship? Is he learning new swordsmanship?’

She wanted to ask the High Elf in that inner room for details, but the High Elf didn’t seem to like her very much.

Yoo-wol didn’t like the High Elf, Schuel, very much either.

It wasn’t exactly a feeling of disgust emanating from her appearance or behavior.

A sense of rejection instinctively felt because they worshiped different gods.

They didn’t hate each other, but they didn’t really want to get close.

It might be different if they had something in common…….

At least for now, it was an atmosphere where they didn’t feel like getting close.

Yoo-wol closed her eyes for a while and listened to the sounds coming from the basement.

Whoosh, whoosh…….

The sound of cutting through the air seemed to clear her heart.

“Unfortunately, Seong-woo doesn’t seem like he’ll come out today…… I guess I have no choice but to go back.”

“Aren’t you going to eat before you leave?”

“That’s right! Eat before you go!”

Nox responded to Yoo Ji-woo’s words.

But Yoo-wol shook her head regretfully and continued.

“I still have some things to do. Let’s eat next time.”

“If that’s the case, there’s nothing we can do.”

“Heeing.”

With those words, Yoo-wol put down her teacup and stood up.

“I enjoyed the tea. I’ll come again next time.”

“Be careful going back, Unnie. It’s just downstairs.”

Yoo-wol smiled brightly, put on the hat she had taken off, and headed for the front door.

Soon, the sound of the front door opening and closing was heard, and Schuel, who had been enjoying a game in her room, trudged out and sat on the sofa.

Then, she picked up the refreshments on the table and said.

“She’s finally gone. That rabbit gives off a very suspicious smell…….”

“What kind of smell?”

“Um, um…… a smell I can’t describe. An old smell.”

An old smell.

The High Elf Schuel evaluated Yoo-wol of the Towol tribe in that way.

The Towol tribe is not as long-lived as the elves, so she wasn’t talking about age.

Schuel was tens of times older than Yoo-wol.

Yoo Ji-woo made a puzzled expression at the expression ‘old smell’.

Could there be a smell that only High Elves can smell?

Nox tilted his head as if he didn’t understand what she meant either.

She wanted to ask for an explanation, but Schuel seemed to be focused on eating the refreshments, emptied the bowl, and went back into her room.

And what followed was refreshing swearing.

* * *

Another day passed.

Even though the time to depart for the forest was approaching, Yoo Seong-woo did not come out of the training ground.

And about 10 minutes after the time they really had to leave, Yoo Seong-woo appeared.

He looked very tired.

It smelled musty all over his body, as if he had been swinging his sword without sleeping or eating.

“Strong body odor…….”

Yoo Ji-woo couldn’t stand watching Schuel sniffing and clinging to him, so she cast a simple spell.

A considerable amount of water poured over Yoo Seong-woo’s head.

“Eek.”

At the same time as Schuel came to her senses and stepped back, Yoo Ji-woo cast a spell again to create a hot wind and dry him as his whole body was soaked.

Yoo Seong-woo, who had been laundered in an instant, said.

“Much better.”

“Let’s leave quickly. We’re a bit late.”

“It’s okay to be a little late. After all, elves don’t have such a great sense of time.”

Of course, it wouldn’t be okay if they were a day or two late, but an hour or two would be fine.

Even Schuel, who only plays games at home all day, often can’t accept the fact that time has passed.

“Then, well…….”

Yoo Ji-woo’s car started running with the three of them on board.

The place they were heading to was the forest they had visited before.

The very forest where they had encountered the elves.

The time was similarly past evening, closer to night.

Before long, they arrived near the forest and parked the car on the side of the road.

Then, with Schuel in the lead, the three followed.

It was easy to find the way with the High Elf leading.

The grass and trees moved out of the way on their own without her having to say anything.

After walking for a while, Schuel said.

“Huh, they’re doing something funny.”

Wondering why, Yoo Ji-woo looked into the forest over Schuel’s head, and there was a path leading this way, as if telling them to come.

And the trees growing next to the road were densely filled with elves holding bows.

Blatant provocation.

Schuel confidently stepped between them, and Yoo Seong-woo calmly moved his feet.

Yoo Ji-woo followed behind him and asked.

“Did you make any progress, Oppa?”

“……No. I couldn’t get a sense of it.”

“I see. Then how are you going to fight the elves today?”

“I’m only going to fight with Spirit Sword Technique. I’ll have to keep doing it until it works.”

She had heard that Yoo Seong-woo had learned Spirit Sword Technique.

But Yoo Seong-woo’s idea of fighting with a swordsmanship that had no results was difficult to understand.

‘……Is he really going to lose? No way.’

Yoo Seong-woo said he was a Swordmaster, so she thought he would take care of it.

But a little later, she had no choice but to stand there with a gloomy face.

A wide open space created by moving trees in the middle of the forest.

Fire pits to ward off the darkness were burning in various places for the battle between great warriors.

Yoo Seong-woo snorted at the sight that seemed to be trying to overwhelm the atmosphere at first glance.

Nox couldn’t let go of Yoo Ji-woo’s sleeve, perhaps overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

Yoo Ji-woo held Nox’s hand tightly to reassure him and looked around.

The number of armed elves was over fifty.

She wondered where such a large number came from.

Quite a few elves had moved from forest to forest, so there should have been sighting information, but she hadn’t heard any news.

Bayorgann, who had stepped into the middle of the open space, shouted.

“Be quiet! Everyone, show respect! A sacred duel will begin soon!”

Instead of scolding them for being late, a cry announcing the start of the duel spread.

The elves raised their bows high.

At the same time, the fire in the fire pit rose even higher.

They were fire spirits.

Bayorgann was as familiar with handling spirits as Schuel.

Even though he wasn’t a High Elf, he was comparable to a High Elf.

“Grand Lotus, I will introduce the great warrior of the Father Tree. Seijak, come forward.”

“Yes.”

At Bayorgann’s words, an elf named Seijak stepped forward.

Long blonde hair, green eyes.

A long sword was hanging at his waist.

Other than that, simple leather armor.

As soon as Yoo Seong-woo saw him, he knew that the elf was a swordsman who had trained quite a bit.

The solid energy built up through training.

The intense fighting spirit overflowing from his whole body was something that could not be easily seen in elves.

Bayorgann began to introduce Seijak.

“Tens of thousands of years since the Grand Lotus took root in the ground, Seijak was a genius born with the best talent. Not only was he loved by the spirits, but after hundreds of years of training, he proudly earned the title of Swordmaster.”

Swordmaster.

He’s a Swordmaster.

The moment the word Swordmaster came out of Bayorgann’s mouth, Yoo Ji-woo and Nox looked at Yoo Seong-woo.

Yoo Seong-woo was struggling to calm his twitching mouth.

‘Swordmaster, Swordmaster? Really? Swordmaster?’

To the point where he repeated the word Swordmaster three times without realizing it.

The existence of a Swordmaster was not something that could be seen often.

And there weren’t many cases of Swordmasters fighting each other.

In other words, Swordmasters were like walking natural disasters.

Maynard, who he had fought before, was a monster who temporarily formed a godhood, so it was inappropriate to call him a Swordmaster.

Because that technique didn’t reach God.

However, the elf in front of him seemed to be a self-proclaimed Swordmaster.