The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 257

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 256

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully 256

The Remains (12)

In the middle of the prairie, inside a gazebo that felt out of place, a man and a woman sat facing each other.

Holding luxurious teacups, an odd tension filled the space between them.

Taking a sip of the tea, Yoo Seong-woo frowned at the bitter taste.

“The aroma is quite pleasant, isn’t it?”

“Not really. I’m not used to this kind of tea.”

He put down the teacup, still holding his life [his sword] in his arms, and examined the woman.

She was an existence he couldn’t quite define.

She possessed the skill to distort the coordinates of spatial movement through magic, isolating him here.

She had the power to create and maintain a vast space.

Judging from the woman’s appearance and the surrounding environment, he could only assume she was a deity of some kind.

‘…Can I reach her?’

He didn’t draw his sword as she didn’t seem hostile, but he was ready to wield it at any moment, just in case.

His sword would reach.

He was certain that he wouldn’t just stand there, merely watching helplessly.

“I don’t know what business a deity like you has with me.”

“Don’t you know how popular you are among the Holy Churches? All the Holy Churches based on Earth are buzzing about you.”

“Even if the gods are watching me, it’s none of my business. I don’t know what qualifications they have to acknowledge me.”

Yoo Seong-woo’s words were exceedingly arrogant.

Too presumptuous to utter before a god.

Wasn’t he saying that he wasn’t someone who needed to be acknowledged by anyone, and that he was no different from them?

Yet, the woman smiled gently and continued.

“It was truly impressive this time as well. The moment you cut down Odium, you felt like you had a presence equivalent to a Great God.”

“So you were watching.”

Now they were watching him wherever he went; he wouldn’t even be able to go to the bathroom properly.

Were they watching him even when he was taking a shower? It was a clear invasion of privacy.

“Your actions are being watched by all the divine seats. I am one of the divine seats who is particularly interested in you.”

“I don’t know who you are, but it’s not a welcome interest. The endings of those who receive the attention of the gods are all miserable.”

“That’s not wrong. If you receive the attention of the gods, you often end up becoming a constellation.”

A constellation.

Yoo Seong-woo extracted information from the woman’s attitude and tone.

If they were the kind of beings from mythology who frequently turned things into constellations, it would be Greek mythology.

“Do you know that you are doing things that inevitably attract attention, whether you like it or not?”

“Of course.”

He knew it well enough.

How many times had he received the attention of the gods?

In other worlds, some cults had even issued kill orders against him.

In the name of divine revelation.

At Yoo Seong-woo’s words, the woman put down her teacup, smiled beautifully once more, and continued.

“I haven’t even revealed my name yet. My name is…….”

“I know.”

Yoo Seong-woo interrupted her.

A vast prairie, a beautiful gazebo.

A woman in green clothes, and bright red pomegranates on the table.

Finally, a constellation.

If he couldn’t figure it out even with these hints, he would be a fool.

“Persephone. What brings the Queen of the Underworld here?”

Anyone who had diligently read Greek and Roman mythology comic books since childhood would know the name.

The daughter born between Zeus, the chief god of Greek mythology, and Demeter, the goddess of the earth.

And the undeniable Great God who had Hades, the king of the underworld, as her husband.

“You know my name. These days, all the children are neglecting their history studies…….”

“There are excellent history teachers in Korea. There are many who are well-versed in Greek mythology.”

Or perhaps a specific page of the Greek and Roman mythology comic book is tattered…….

Anyway.

“Get to the point. Persephone, why did you come to find me?”

“…I said that many are interested in you. I came to meet you as the representative of the Greek Holy Church.”

The Greek Holy Church.

Yoo Seong-woo had already met with the divine seats of the Korean Holy Church once.

They each offered warnings and respect before leaving.

“From the Greek Holy Church? There would have been a more suitable god for the role of a messenger.”

According to tradition, Persephone reigns as the Queen of the Underworld, and she rarely comes to the surface.

“Hermes is very busy. He’s been complaining lately that he wishes he had five bodies. So I came instead.”

“…For what reason?”

“The Greek Holy Church hopes to recruit you.”

“You’ve come from a distant place with no ties to me.”

Yoo Seong-woo could confirm the extent of his influence through them.

Seeing that they had come from Greece, a fairly large Holy Church, to recruit him, it must be true that his name was spreading among the divine seats.

“I heard that the Korean Holy Church has acknowledged you as a Lesser God. But you won’t be satisfied with that, will you? Come to the Greek Holy Church. We will lead you to become a Great God with the traditions of Greece.”

“The traditions of Greece?”

This was a story he was hearing for the first time. He could sense that the Greek side was offering a good deal just by listening.

But it wouldn’t be free.

They must have something they wanted him to do, so they were offering such conditions to entice him.

“Isn’t your primary weapon a sword? Then Achilles’ tradition would be good for you. The tradition of a warrior who never loses.”

“If you get shot in the heel with an arrow, you’ll die, so what…….”

And anyway, Yoo Seong-woo had no intention of belonging to any organization.

Even if he joined the Greek Holy Church, received the traditions they offered, and became a Great God, wouldn’t he just become a god bound to them?

It might lead to turning the Greek Holy Church into an enemy.

He had no choice but to refuse.

“I refuse. As far as I remember, there aren’t many traditions about swords in Greek mythology. I’ve finished my tea, so I’ll get up.”

As Yoo Seong-woo rose from his seat, Persephone said.

“Are you saying you’re going to kick away a good opportunity?”

“You could see it that way. But this is a good opportunity for you, not a good opportunity for me at all.”

Tradition.

What does it mean?

It refers to the path a person has walked to become a god.

It refers to the achievements they have made.

It is extremely important to those who were not born as gods but became gods after death by having their traditions and achievements recognized.

Humans complete their own world and ascend to the divine seat based on their own traditions, the path they have walked.

But if one ascends to the divine seat by receiving the traditions of others instead of their own achievements, their own traditions will become tainted, leading to a decrease in their divine status.

Yoo Seong-woo, who had accumulated divine power in his body and instinctively understood it, was therefore not drawn to the Greek Holy Church’s offer.

“If someone else’s divine power is built on top of the divine power I have built myself, I will have no choice but to rely on it. It will be easier for you to manipulate me. I know all your intentions.”

“Have you already realized the physiology of the divine seat? As expected, you are different from those who have been born until now…….”

Persephone looked at him as if she wanted him even more.

Her face was sinister, yet it was also like that of a girl in love.

Yoo Seong-woo, on the other hand, frowned and replied.

“Persephone, tell the other divine seats as well. I have no intention of joining any Holy Church. I will respond if invited, but I have no intention of belonging to one. Not until I have fully completed my own divine power.”

“Your principles are firm, and the divine power you have built with a human body as well…….”

She muttered something as if she was measuring something, then smiled brightly and continued.

“That’s enough for now. Since you have affirmed that you will not join another Holy Church, I will obediently retreat this time.”

As Persephone said that and clapped her hands while sitting in her seat, the ceiling of the gazebo that had been blocking the sunlight disappeared, and darkness came from beyond the horizon.

In an instant, the land and sky were dyed with night.

Even the distinction between what was up and what was down disappeared, leaving only starlight in the darkness.

Persephone said.

“My husband has come to pick me up. It was a fleeting moment, but it was so enjoyable. I hope we have time to drink tea again next time.”

“…Hades, is it?”

The King of the Underworld.

The absolute ruler who reigns over the underworld.

Pluto, or Hades.

As he blankly stared at the sight of the whole world being dyed by him, Persephone handed Yoo Seong-woo a few pomegranate seeds.

“This is a farewell gift. Then I’ll really see you next time. Swordmaster.”

And at that moment, his vision changed. The world of Persephone where he had been standing disappeared without a trace.

The familiar darkness, as dark as could be, revealed the Imaginary Dimension [a separate, constructed reality].

“Seongwoo, Seongwoo, are you awake now?”

“Why does it take you so long to come to your senses?”

And Shua-nel and Batory each said a word from either side of his vision.

Yoo Seong-woo narrowed his brows and asked.

“How long have I been like this?”

“About a minute.”

“…I see.”

The time he spent drinking tea with Persephone was about 30 minutes.

It really was just a fleeting moment, as she had said.

“What happened? You don’t look so good.”

“It’s nothing.”

Yoo Seong-woo realized that what he had seen was not a dream at the touch of the pomegranate seeds in his hand, and he stuffed the pomegranate seeds into his pocket.

Since Persephone had given it as a gift, it would be useful someday.

Then, he immediately took out the compass and said.

“Then let’s start searching for the Saint’s remains now.”

“Oh, you should say it right. Not searching, but plundering.”

“Did I say searching?”

Yoo Seong-woo chuckled and started walking in the direction the compass was pointing.

The Imaginary Dimension they were in was a place they had been to once before.

It was also a place prepared for the Tower Lord Conference, and where Maximum’s unique world [a personal, self-contained reality] had unfolded.

The Imaginary Dimension had strong self-purification abilities, but its remnants still remained, drifting like space debris.

Batory, who saw the fragments of the unique world, said.

“This is where we fought the bishop of the Ascension Church.”

“To think that traces of it would still remain.”

That meant that the idea that Maximum possessed was that intense.

The operation had completely failed, and Yoo Seong-woo had flamboyantly provoked him until his self-destruction, so he wouldn’t have been able to close his eyes in peace even in death.

Therefore, these guys were bound to be unwelcome guests to his lingering thoughts.

“It’s coming. Get ready.”

“Ugh, disgusting.”

The remnants of thoughts that could not rest in peace. Sinister masses filled with Maximum’s hatred.

Monsters like parasites wandering in search of new hosts.

From within the remnants of Maximum’s unique world, amorphous monsters began to fly and rush through the Imaginary Dimension.