The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 315

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 314

The Temple of the Holy Sword (24)

Artemis’s face contorts at Yoo Seong-woo’s words.

It seems she hates being told off by others, even though she thinks it’s fine for her to do it.

He frowned deeply at her typical double standard and retorted,

“You’re both as bad as each other. No, it’s funny that you’re still harping on something that happened thousands of years ago. Get over it. I won’t spare you just because you’re a god derived from her.”

With that, Yoo Seong-woo gestured to Persephone to hurry up and go.

Persephone smiled and led them on, while Artemis, left alone, ground her teeth and muttered,

“That damn bastard…….”

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“Why did you say such a thing?”

“Should I have just stood there and listened?”

“Artemis is a god with a strong sense of revenge. I don’t know what she might do…….”

“That’s then, this is now. If you’re scared of just that much, how can you do what you need to do from now on?”

“…….”

Medea clicked her tongue at his words. To be honest, it felt good.

Has there ever been anyone who could shut Artemis up like that before?

Medea, mumbling, said quietly,

“…Anyway, thank you.”

“Knowing that is enough.”

“Then, are you two done talking? I’ll guide you to the ‘Temple of Fate’ where the Moirai [the Fates] are.”

Following Persephone, they walk above the clouds.

Passing by several temples, they stop in front of a huge temple.

“This is the Temple of Fate, where the three Moirai sisters reside. In this temple, they spin the spindle to look into the past, read the present, and tailor the future.”

“I’m curious about the material of the threads of fate.”

I can guess, though.

Persephone steps back, and Yoo Seong-woo steps forward.

As he walks up the steps of the temple, there are those who block his path.

They were lower-ranking deities guarding the Temple of Fate.

Yoo Seong-woo glanced at them, who were pointing their spears at him, and said,

“Get out of the way. I’ve come to see the Moirai.”

“You’re not the kind of person they would see!”

Yoo Seong-woo turned his head to look at Persephone.

She chuckled and said,

“They are deities too young to know the birth of the Sword Fraternity [a group of sword practitioners].”

“Is that so? Then, well…….”

He brought his fingers to the spears blocking him.

As he touched the spears with his fingertips, the spears they were holding shattered and fell to the ground as if they had been cut by a sword.

They couldn’t even see what Yoo Seong-woo had done.

When the spears in their hands shattered and fell, they raised their fists and tried to subdue Yoo Seong-woo.

-Enough. Let him in.

However, they lowered their fists and stepped back at the voice from inside.

As the path opened, Yoo Seong-woo strode into the temple.

Only he was allowed.

Medea was going to wait outside with Persephone for Yoo Seong-woo.

The further he went inside, the more an enormous divine power began to press down on him.

Was it a greeting to welcome him into their domain?

The powerful divine power of the three Moirai sisters surpassed Yoo Seong-woo.

He was alone, and they were three in one.

But Yoo Seong-woo wasn’t one to be intimidated by that much.

Even when he was far weaker than he was now, he had bared his fangs at the great god Susanoo.

“Hmm.”

He also unleashed his suppressed divine power in all directions.

Sharp, blade-like divine power stretched out, tearing apart the divine power that was pressing down on him.

As if dusting off the dust on his shoulders, he shook off the Moirai’s divine power in an instant and waved his hand.

Then, the darkness of the Moirai’s temple, which had been filled with darkness, receded, revealing the interior.

Dozens of columns lined up, and in the center was a huge spinning wheel.

The ‘Spinning Wheel of Destiny’ that creates the threads of fate that determine human destiny.

An old woman walked out from behind the spinning wheel.

“Heh heh heh… I didn’t know you’d be so impatient. Nice to meet you.”

“Stop with the useless talk, where is Jeremiah?”

“What are you talking about? Didn’t we pay the price for the child?”

“What are you talking about? What do you mean, pay the price? If the loan period is over, you have to return her. That’s why I sent Hermes to ask when you would return her.”

A question mark appeared on the old woman’s face.

She looked like she didn’t understand what the crazy bastard in front of her was talking about.

Yoo Seong-woo continued, because that was the reaction he was expecting.

“I received the price for temporarily entrusting Jeremiah to you, not for handing her over. So, if you’re done with your work, you have to send her back.”

“Don’t you know how much value what we gave you has?”

“That’s not enough to take Jeremiah. You’ll have to give me more than ten times that amount.”

“What nonsense!”

“Nonsense? You’re the ones being unreasonable. Besides, while you were supposed to be helping her avoid death, you were constantly trying to interfere with her soul.”

“…Could it be that you were the one who set up that demonic contract?”

“Yes. I know a demon. I got some help. I put in some insurance because I didn’t know what you guys would do to Jeremiah.”

The old woman frowned deeply.

“Have I ever seen such an impudent fellow…….”

“You’ve lived for over thousands of years, but you still don’t seem to understand the situation properly.”

The three Moirai sisters are the daughters of Nyx, the goddess of the night and the primordial goddess, so they must be great gods.

But they can’t read the times like this.

“You’ve tailored the fates of countless humans until now. But, now, the age of the gods is over. That means there is no fate to be tailored according to your will.”

“Let’s see how long you can keep spouting such nonsense. Have you forgotten where you are?”

“I know very well. So, I’m here to take Jeremiah from you in a legitimate way.”

A way to legally reclaim Jeremiah from the Moirai.

Yoo Seong-woo also sought advice from Persephone on that matter.

As the daughter of Demeter, who gives generously, she poured out her advice without holding back.

“You tried to violate the soul of Jeremiah, one of the witches of the Sword Fraternity of the Holy Sword. As the master of the Sword Fraternity, I cannot overlook this. Moirai, I demand a Holy War against you.”

Holy War.

That is a war waged between the gods belonging to the Holy Sword.

A Holy War can only be declared when someone’s honor has been tarnished due to someone’s fault, or when the Holy Sword has suffered damage.

It can be waged against the Holy Sword, or against an individual deity.

Although they are bound together by the large framework of the Holy Sword, factions are divided even within, so there are those who do not want to be caught up in the battles of other gods.

That is why Yoo Seong-woo specified the Moirai and declared a Holy War.

Sufficient justification.

And their intentions, which he could somewhat guess.

The Moirai will not be able to refuse this Holy War.

Judging by their obsession with Jeremiah, they wouldn’t want to let her go.

If Jeremiah is a person of such talent, she must be a talent that comes along once in thousands of years.

Once they miss such a sacrifice, they will never get their hands on it again.

Therefore, the Moirai accept the Holy War.

“What are you going to do? Goddess of Fate. Why don’t you predict your own fate?”

At his confident face, the old woman lowered her back, then threw it back and laughed loudly.

“Khee, khee, kheeheeheeheehee─!”

“…….”

Yoo Seong-woo waited until the old woman had finished laughing.

If she passed out like that, it would be a natural death. It was a good thing for him.

The old woman, who had been laughing for a long time, wiped away her tears and glared at Yoo Seong-woo.

With a cold gaze, as if she couldn’t believe she had been laughing so happily until just now.

Yoo Seong-woo smiled at her gaze.

“Do you think I’d be afraid of that much? You need to put more murderous intent in your gaze. You have to firmly suppress the will to kill your opponent.”

“Where are you lecturing me when you’re not even a thousand years old?”

“Then you should have eaten your age properly. Do you expect not to be lectured after eating your age like that?”

Yoo Seong-woo shrugged his shoulders, scoffed again, and said,

“So, are you going to do it or not? The Holy War.”

“I accept. You little thing. You don’t know Olympus too well. Do you know how many childish gods like you have fallen and disappeared?”

“I know very well. You turn them into constellations at the drop of a hat because there’s not a single normal one among you.”

How many times did he read Greek and Roman mythology comics when he was young.

His memories are faint, but he read them so many times that a lot of it remains in his head.

“I’m confident that I’m better than them, at least. Announce the opening of the Holy War. Moirai.”

“…Good. If that’s what you want, I’ll accept it. I’ll watch you fail miserably.”

“We’ll have to see who ends up crawling on the floor.”

Yoo Seong-woo and the Moirai immediately set the rules for the Holy War on the spot.

There are no rules in war, but in the Holy War, they could agree on what to put on the line and set the rules.

The Moirai are three sisters.

Therefore, they adopted the rule of a three-on-three winner-stays format, and death during the duel was a basic option.

And it was also possible to appoint a champion.

The Moirai are great gods, but they are not deities specialized in combat.

Yoo Seong-woo, who had finished the agreement with the Moirai, said,

“I’ll have to move quickly to bring in a champion. I hope you bring in some useful guys too. That way I can have some fun too.”

“I’ll tell your fortune. You will crawl on the floor without winning a single victory.”

Yoo Seong-woo felt like bursting into laughter.

To think that things would go so well according to plan.

Yoo Seong-woo turned around and left the Temple of Fate.

Medea and Persephone, who were waiting in front of the temple, beamed when Yoo Seong-woo came out.

They were worried that the battle might have started right away inside.

Yoo Seong-woo approached Medea and said,

“Medea, the Holy War will take place in half a day. You have to prepare because you have to participate too.”

“…Excuse me? Did I hear you wrong?”

“I said you have to participate too. I don’t know who your opponent will be, but you’ll have to work hard.”

Because the opponent will be a deity.

It was also a good opportunity to find out Medea’s capabilities.

Could she, a demigod, really surpass a god? Could the witch, a demigod who has lived for thousands of years, really surpass a god?

“M-Me?”

“Yes. It’s you, not anyone else.”

It’s three against three, but there are only two of us. And we can’t put Persephone forward as a champion.

First, send out Medea. Second, he steps up and defeats all the remaining guys.

A plan that’s a bit too simple and crude to even be called a plan.

Medea, who heard his words, nodded with a determined expression as if she had made up her mind.

“…I don’t know if I’ll be of any help, but I’ll do my best.”

“Yes. Go into it with the mind to kill them all. No, it doesn’t matter if you really kill them.”

No. There’s a better way.

“Just cover them with curses and turn them into bodies that are better off dead.”