The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 311

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – 310

Sacred Realm (20)

Hermes.

In Greek mythology, he was a major god, very popular alongside Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, the supreme gods.

The guardian god of shepherds and thieves.

A messenger of the gods and a mischievous god known for his many tricks.

Previously, Persephone had visited him to recruit him into the Sacred Realm.

Hermes declined, citing his busy schedule. But the fact that Hermes himself had come meant the matter was of utmost importance.

Yoo Seong-woo, after receiving the business card and tucking it into his pocket, remarked,

“For someone so busy, you’ve come all this way.”

“Indeed, because it’s a very important matter. I decided it was best to come in person. Originally, I only intended a brief visit, but your barrier is quite impenetrable.”

“Are you proudly admitting you tried to invade another Sacred Realm without permission?”

“I am, by nature, such a god.”

Hermes smiled brightly.

Yoo Seong-woo, suppressing the urge to draw his sword, returned the smile and asked,

“So, what brings you here?”

Acting as if he didn’t already know.

He strongly suspected it concerned the Moirae [the Fates in Greek mythology].

But revealing all his cards at the outset was a rookie mistake.

Hermes stated,

“I’ve come to discuss fate. The fate determined by the three goddesses of fate, the Moirae, within the Sacred Realm of Olympus.”

“Oh.”

A fate determined by the Moirae.

He was intensely curious about what future they had foreseen.

“There is a witch residing in the Sacred Realm ‘Geomgye.’ The Moirae have foreseen her death, decreeing her fate.”

Straight to the point.

Yoo Seong-woo shrugged and replied,

“I’m sorry, but do you realize how many witches reside in Geomgye? There are too many to count.”

“Her name is Jeremia. Witches often abandon their given names, so I’m unsure what name she currently uses…”

“I know Jeremia well. She’s a key figure in Geomgye. Are you certain the Moirae foresaw her death?”

“Yes, quite certain. They also indicated that the only way to avert her death is for her to come to Olympus.”

“Hmm.”

They were being far too obvious.

Yoo Seong-woo stroked his chin, feigning contemplation.

How could he lure the Moirae out?

He had taken the bait, but they were stubbornly resisting, refusing to be drawn out.

Being such a powerful entity, it seemed they wouldn’t be easily manipulated.

“Didn’t they reveal how she would die? I’m rather curious about that detail.”

“The Moirae foresaw her death, but they did not elaborate on the manner of her demise.”

“Then why can she only survive by going to Olympus? The method of death hasn’t even been specified.”

“The Moirae stated they would disclose the details upon the witch’s arrival.”

They were withholding precise information.

Therefore, he shouldn’t make any hasty decisions.

After all, they were the ones growing impatient. Jeremia’s condition had previously improved due to his treatment.

The bait had been taken.

All that remained was a game of push and pull.

“I don’t believe I can provide an answer at this moment. Sending a mainstay of our Sacred Realm to another… And one thing I find perplexing is that the Moirae must have witnessed countless deaths until now… I’m curious as to why they’ve bothered to send you, Hermes, to concern yourself with someone else’s death this time.”

“I am merely a simple messenger. A god burdened with the unenviable task of carrying out orders from above.”

Hermes answered Yoo Seong-woo’s question evasively.

There was no way to discern whether he genuinely didn’t know or was simply feigning ignorance.

But Hermes was a slippery god who didn’t easily succumb to provocations, so it was only to be expected.

Concluding that there was nothing more to discuss, Hermes rose from his seat.

“I enjoyed the tea. I’ve delivered the message, so I shall be on my way.”

“Wait, Hermes. Could you also convey my words to the three Moirae sisters?”

“That’s no trouble at all. I must report back regardless.”

“Then…”

***

“As expected, that’s their approach. They want Jeremia sent to Olympus.”

“Aren’t they acting like the petty jerks they are? They’re planning to keep her by their side and deal with her directly. Originally, farewells should be cool.”

Whether it’s a man or a woman, being clingy just makes them unlikeable.

Especially when gods behave that way, it’s even more distasteful.

The Moirae’s words, ‘Send Jeremia to Olympus,’ ultimately meant handing her over.

They had no intention of saving her.

It was certainly for retribution.

If this were Greek mythology, Jeremia would have already become a constellation in the sky with a name like ‘Jeremia’s Constellation.’

Accompanied by an explanation like ‘The end of a betrayer.’

“Then what should we do? There’s no way we can send her.”

“That’s true, but I think we need to understand how the Moirae intend to kill Jeremia first.”

The Moirae initiated the curse by leaving divinity within Jeremia’s body.

However, Yoo Seong-woo had slowed its progress by enveloping the Moirae’s divinity with his own.

The Moirae’s divinity had weakened, and Jeremia was even able to walk again, so how were they planning to kill her now?

If he didn’t ascertain that for certain, he couldn’t devise effective countermeasures.

“Aren’t the Moirae the ones who weave the threads of life? Are they planning to sever Jeremia’s lifeline?”

“That’s impossible. They don’t possess the power to decide life and death. They merely determine the fate of the target through their lifeline.”

“And it’s a curse that subtly interferes with fate?”

“In Jeremia’s case, the curse was potent because the Moirae’s divinity remained within her body.”

Yoo Seong-woo conferred with Medea and roughly assessed the situation.

He prioritized tasks and discussed future response strategies.

An idea surfaced during the discussion.

“Sending Jeremia to Olympus might not be such a bad idea.”

“Are we using Jeremia as bait? It’s not a bad idea, but I’m concerned because we don’t know what they’ll do in Olympus.”

“We can implement some safety measures. After sending Jeremia, we’ll gather solid evidence and then invade Olympus.”

And the two agreed to send Jeremia to Olympus. Without seeking her consent.

“Then, regarding the safety measures… We can imbue her with both spells and magic, but… most of them will be 解除 [unbound/cancelled] the moment she enters Olympus. Because that place is also a Sacred Realm.”

Most Sacred Realms have protective mechanisms in place.

They had also installed them in Geomgye, and most of the magic is a formula that nullifies magic within the Sacred Realm.

So even if they installed magical safety measures on Jeremia’s body, most of them would be 解除 [unbound/cancelled] the moment she entered Olympus.

Therefore, they couldn’t rely on ordinary magic for safety measures.

That left only one viable method.

Yoo Seong-woo summoned the bookworm demon who was sitting in the corner of the office engrossed in a book.

“Dantalion.”

“…….”

“It’s about time you earned your keep. The information about the Ascension Church you provided recently was severely lacking. Have you exhausted all your knowledge?”

“…….”

“There’s no point in pretending to be engrossed and feigning ignorance. Even demons breathe.”

He had already discerned that he was deliberately ignoring him.

He could sense everything from Dantalion’s breathing and subtle tremors.

“It would be beneficial for you to understand by now that you can’t evade it, no matter how desperately you try to ignore it.”

“I yield, I yield. So, what is it?”

Dantalion slammed the book he was reading shut and leaped onto Yoo Seong-woo’s table.

With his arms crossed, he conveyed ‘I’m very annoyed’ with his entire being.

Was this also a result of accumulated thought power…? [referencing the power of collective imagination in subcultures]

Yoo Seong-woo, once again recognizing the power of subculture, said,

“I require the power of a demon. A contract with a demon operates independently of magic power and divinity.”

“You’re well-informed. A contract with a demon functions through the binding force on the soul, irrespective of magic power or divine power. And a demon’s contract always takes precedence over other magic. The magic 解除 [unbinding/cancellation] of the Sacred Realm that you mentioned earlier won’t be effective either.”

“Then it’s settled. We’ll implement safety measures on Jeremia through a contract with a demon and send her to Olympus.”

And now, when the Moirae take action and the safety measures are triggered, it will mean war with Olympus.

But he had no intention of engaging in an all-out war. Of course, he would be crushed if he waged an all-out war.

Olympus wouldn’t want to escalate matters either.

There were quite a few divinities who supported Yoo Seong-woo.

Even within Olympus, opinions would be divided among the divinities.

Considering these and other variables, he would have a good chance of prevailing in a one-on-one confrontation, rather than an all-out war.

‘Good.’

This also presented an opportunity for Yoo Seong-woo.

He had been cutting down divinities and augmenting his power.

But now there were no more divinities to cut down, and his growth had stagnated.

Therefore, this conflict with Olympus would enable him to establish his domain and afford him time to reflect on what he had built up thus far.

‘If possible, I would like to fight people like Heracles or Chiron from Greek mythology.’

Or the god of war, Ares.

He had already defeated the military god Susanoo.

Compared to him, he was curious about the strength and martial prowess possessed by Ares, the god of war.

‘Please, Olympus.’

Don’t make it too easy.

***

“Then I’ll be departing.”

After deciding to send Jeremia, Yoo Seong-woo dialed the number on Hermes’ business card and informed him that he would send Jeremia.

Subsequently, Hermes promptly appeared at the immigration office in a chariot drawn by two Pegasuses.

Jeremia, using her old tree staff as a cane, boarded the chariot.

Medea embraced her tightly and whispered in her ear.

“Wait there for a little while. I’ll definitely come to rescue you.”

“Yes, I believe you. Medea.”

When Medea stepped away, Hermes closed the door of the chariot with his characteristic smiling face, approached Yoo Seong-woo, who had come to see them off, and handed him something.

“This is a response to what you mentioned previously. The Moirae instructed me to deliver it directly.”

“Hmm.”

A small box that seemed barely large enough to hold a ring.

Yoo Seong-woo, upon receiving the box, opened it briefly and then closed it again.

“You’ve brought something quite valuable.”

“It’s thanks to the Moirae’s consideration.”

It seemed that his words had been effectively conveyed to the Moirae.

“Then I’ll be leaving now!”

Hermes took the driver’s seat and grasped the reins.

Then the Pegasuses galloped, and the chariot soared into the sky.

From this moment forward, that chariot would be heading to Olympus.

Medea, who was gazing at the receding chariot, approached Yoo Seong-woo and inquired,