The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 310

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 309

The Sacred War (19)

The Three Goddesses of Fate were deities even Yoo Sung-woo knew well.

Known as the ‘Moirai’ in Greek mythology [the Fates, who controlled the thread of life].

Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos – these three controlled destiny.

Appearing as old women, they wielded immense power even within the mythology.

The fate they determined could not be avoided even by Zeus, the supreme god, making them practically the shadow power brokers of Greek mythology.

“The Three Goddesses of Fate are known to be quite influential. How did you manage to get such a deity to make a divine incarnation contract?”

Aren’t they the ones who hate tangled fates more than anything?

Tapping the table with his finger, he continued.

“So, you only have suspicions, no concrete evidence. And you want to take them down?”

“I’m afraid someone might hear, but yes, that’s right. The Moirai control human lives, so they’ve likely tampered with the threads of life.”

It’s ironic that those who control fate would try to manipulate it.

After a moment of contemplation, Yoo Sung-woo said to Medea.

“This is going to be difficult. We maintain a neutral relationship with Olympus, and messing with the Moirai could have unforeseen consequences.”

“I figured as much, but she contributed a lot to the creation of this formula, so I want to help her somehow.”

“Hmm.”

Yoo Sung-woo felt the same way.

As he had declared, he had to honor the help the Witch Society had provided.

After a moment of thought, he said.

“Self-defense is justified if they strike first. So, let’s go see the witch. I need to assess her condition directly.”

“Then I’ll tell her to clear her schedule for this evening.”

“Okay.”

“And one more thing I’m curious about, can I ask?”

“What is it?”

“You don’t seem to care much, so I’ve kept quiet, but why is a demon here?”

Medea’s gaze turned to a corner of the room.

There, a gothic lolita girl was sitting on a chair, swinging her legs and flipping through a thick book.

Yoo Sung-woo glanced at her and said.

“Don’t mind her.”

“That’s not just any demon; it’s a Great Demon. How can I not mind?”

Medea frowned.

Witches have historically had close ties to demons.

They have made contracts with demons to borrow their power.

Medea, in particular, deals with ‘curse’-related formulas, so she is very knowledgeable about demons.

It was easy for Medea to recognize that the demon sitting and reading a book was no ordinary demon.

The demon, Dantalian, opened her mouth.

“Please be quiet. I’m reading a very interesting part of Yoo Sung-woo’s biography. The Pelestia siege warfare, where they defeat monsters with a thin fortress… it’s so thrilling!”

“Just ignore her. She’s just a normal demon I made a deal with.”

Yoo Sung-woo just glossed over it, as he didn’t want to explain further.

Medea gave up on getting more of an explanation. It didn’t seem like the demon would do any harm.

And more than anything,

The Elder of the Witch Society came first.

***

“…Welcome.”

In the hospital room that Medea and he visited that evening, a gaunt witch with dark teal hair was sitting.

The Witch of Deep Green, Jeremiah.

A divine incarnation of the ‘Three Fates’ of Greek mythology, the Moirai.

She, who had also been a kind of Ascendant, was suffering from an unknown disease after severing her incarnation contract.

“I’m sorry to greet you in this state. Until a few days ago, I could still move around, but today I suddenly had trouble even walking…”

“It’s okay. If you suddenly get sick, being in a hospital room is understandable.”

Yoo Sung-woo pulled a chair nearby and sat in front of the bed.

Then, he slowly examined Jeremiah’s condition, who was barely turning her head to speak, and nodded.

“Her life force is weak. It seems the Moirai really did tamper with her lifeline.”

The Elders of the Witch Society are witches who have made a name for themselves.

Therefore, even because of the magical power inherent in their bodies, they possess a greater life force than ordinary people.

But the life force remaining in Jeremiah’s body now was at the level of a sick person.

The fact that she was still breathing was probably because she was a Great Witch.

“Hmm.”

“Is there any way to solve this?”

Medea, who came with him, asked.

Seeing her worried gaze, Yoo Sung-woo continued to think for a moment before opening his mouth.

“To solve this, we would have to meet the Moirai directly, but you know that’s impossible. In the end, we have no choice but to wait for them to move first.”

“Jeremiah won’t be able to hold out if we wait for them to move. We have to do something before that.”

“Medea, I’m fine…”

“What are you saying, Jeremiah? We finally made a nest; we can’t just let it fall apart.”

“If others can live safely with just me, that’s enough.”

Medea held Jeremiah’s hand tightly.

As if she couldn’t let go of this hand, with a face that looked like she would cry at any moment.

Yoo Sung-woo, who was watching the scene, interjected.

“You’re making a melodrama.”

Medea looked at him with a sulky expression at his words.

How could he react so heartlessly when a colleague he had been with for hundreds of years might die soon?

“Move aside.”

Yoo Sung-woo pushed Medea aside and grabbed Jeremiah’s hand.

Then, he poured his aura into her to examine Jeremiah’s condition in detail.

As his strong aura flowed in, she showed a slightly difficult expression, but realizing that it was not harmful to her, she suppressed the magic power that was trying to run wild.

Yoo Sung-woo, who examined Jeremiah’s entire body with his aura, smacked his lips and opened his mouth.

“If they don’t move first, we have to make them move.”

“How do you mean?”

“We’ll deceive them, make them think Jeremiah is dead. I’ll overwrite the Moirai’s divine power with my own.”

Jeremiah’s curse is made of divine power. Does that mean he’s going to sever that connection?

Medea quickly derived the answer after hearing Yoo Sung-woo’s brief explanation.

The head, which had been temporarily confused by Jeremiah’s situation, began to turn again.

“…If that happens, the Moirai, whose curse has been cut off, will check the lifeline, and when they confirm that Jeremiah is not dead yet, they will move, right?”

“Yes. I can’t cut off the root of the curse, but I plan to cut off the curse the moment the Moirai check the lifeline and try to touch the curse again.”

“Cut off the curse?”

Medea tilted her head, perhaps because she hadn’t thought that far.

Cutting a curse with a sword? How?

She couldn’t imagine it well.

Especially since she was knowledgeable about curses. A curse is a spell that interferes with a mental entity that has no physical substance.

If you could cut off such a thing, people would never be cursed.

Perhaps sensing her question, Yoo Sung-woo said.

“If I can’t even cut off such a curse, I’m not a Swordmaster.”

“The curse casters all over the world would cry if they heard that.”

Let them cry.

Yoo Sung-woo took a long breath and then raised his divine power.

“Are you doing it right away?”

As he began to concentrate without answering, Medea immediately cast a barrier in the hospital room.

It didn’t seem necessary because it was Yoo Sung-woo’s Sacred War, but it was in case.

Then, watching Yoo Sung-woo’s work, her face hardened at his gradually growing divine power.

It was the same when he activated the formula.

Even if he had cut down several gods and taken their divine power, he had built up a huge amount of power in too short a time.

A divine power that other gods could only obtain after hundreds or thousands of years.

Such divine power in just a few months.

Red energy overflowed from Yoo Sung-woo and turned into a sword.

A sword so beautiful that it seemed to embody his heart.

But at the same time, it was so sharp that it felt like you would be cut just by looking at it.

It drew a graceful curve and increased from one to five, then plunged into Jeremiah all at once.

Jeremiah, who was stabbed by the sword made of divine power, looked painful for a moment but soon returned to a comfortable face.

Yoo Sung-woo, who finished the work, got up from his seat and said.

“I covered the divine power of the Moirai that remained in Jeremiah’s body. They hid it very well.”

Yoo Sung-woo first searched for the divine power of the Moirai with his divine power.

As expected, the divine power of the Moirai, which the witches could not find, remained in Jeremiah’s body.

He covered them with his divine power and cut off the connection with the Moirai.

If the Moirai notice that the connection has been cut off, they will try to check what happened.

From now on.

“We just have to wait for them to bite the bait. Then we will have ‘justification’.”

Then he would be able to confidently go to Olympus and demand it.

Olympus is a huge Sacred War, so its rules will be strict.

Even if he confidently demands it, there won’t be much they can do.

Of course, he would have to practice preventing Zeus from getting angry and dropping lightning.

Or Ares suddenly stabbing him with a spear…

Anyway.

“If the Moirai withdraw the curse, it ends there. If they check and do something crazy, then we’re going to take down the Moirai.”

“I understand. We can’t wage an all-out war with Olympus either.”

Yoo Sung-woo said that, but deep down, he wanted Olympus, the Moirai, to pick a fight.

That way, he could legally rob Olympus.

And, in his opinion, Olympus was famous for being petty.

‘It won’t end with just withdrawing the curse.’

He hoped they would.

***

And a few days later, what Yoo Sung-woo had been hoping for happened.

The messenger of Olympus came to the Sword Fraternity.

The Sword Fraternity is strictly a Sacred War.

It is on the ground and protected by a strong barrier, so even divine power cannot easily invade it.

If they want to enter, they need Yoo Sung-woo’s permission, so they installed an immigration office outside the Sword Fraternity for such divine powers.

No divine power had ever visited before, but today the sensor reacted for the first time.

When Yoo Sung-woo went directly to the management office, a neatly dressed man was sitting there.

He was quietly drinking tea in the reception room without causing a disturbance.

At first glance, he didn’t look like a god.

But he was definitely a god.

A divine power that ordinary people could not sense was flowing out.

Yoo Sung-woo sat opposite the man and opened his mouth.

“Nice to meet you. Let’s skip the introductions; who are you from and where?”

He was roughly expecting it, but he still asked.

The man slowly put down the teacup in his hand and opened his mouth.

“Nice to meet you, Great Divinity Yoo Sung-woo. I am a messenger from Olympus…”

The man took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over.