The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 316

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 315

Sacred War (25)

Half a day later.

The news that the Moirai [the Fates] were initiating a Sacred War spread throughout Olympus.

Declaring war on the three Moirai sisters, who had existed since the beginning of time, was Yoo Seong-woo, the head of a small, remote Sacred War Temple.

The Moirai had never received or initiated a Sacred War before.

Their job was simply to tailor fate within their temple.

Thus, this event became an even hotter topic.

The Underworld expressed its support for Yoo Seong-woo against the Moirai, establishing the Sacred War, and key figures from the Sky and Sea factions attended.

“It feels like things have gotten too big.”

“The bigger, the better, when you’re doing something like this.”

Weren’t festivals more fun the bigger they were? Of course, no one knew whether this would become a festival or a funeral.

“Aren’t you nervous at all? You seem so relaxed.”

“Of course I’m nervous.”

Even Yoo Seong-woo was nervous. He would be facing god-level beings.

And they weren’t just any gods, but the familiar gods of Olympus.

He had the chance to cut down those he had only seen in comic books as a child with his sword, so how could he not be nervous?

“You need to relax a bit. You’re so tense you can’t even unclench your hands.”

At Yoo Seong-woo’s words, Medea opened her tightly clenched fist.

Blood had welled up where her nails had dug deeply into her palm.

She rubbed the blood droplets with her finger and muttered.

“…Can I do this?”

By human standards, she was an incredibly skilled individual.

Probably in the top ten.

She had lived for a long time, appearing in Greek mythology, and had obtained the status of a witch.

As a demigod, she was undoubtedly a magician unmatched on Earth.

However, that was on Earth.

Olympus was a collection of gods, a Sacred War Temple.

The Moirai were major gods, so the god-level warriors they would bring would be of comparable status.

By human standards, she was an unparalleled powerhouse, but by the standards of the gods, she was a weak magician.

Medea pondered.

How much could she accomplish? Could she defeat the gods blocking her path and achieve victory?

She couldn’t let Yoo Seong-woo defeat three gods alone.

It would be too much of a burden, so she had to take responsibility for at least one.

As she mentally assessed her capabilities, Yoo Seong-woo said.

“Take it easy. Even if you can’t kill them, if you plaster them with curses, it’ll be easier for me to win.”

Medea smiled faintly at his words and nodded.

“It’s been a while since I’ve shown off my special three hundred and sixty curses.”

“…You have that many curses?”

“Of course. There are curses like always stubbing your little toe, or never finding a parking spot.”

“Trivial but infuriating curses.”

He said that, but they were terrifying curses.

Yoo Seong-woo chuckled and patted Medea on the back.

Just then, Hermes [the messenger god] entered the room and said.

“Having a good time?”

“You’re finally here.”

The two were currently in Hermes’ temple. Persephone couldn’t stay away from the Underworld for long and had to return.

Unable to stay by their side, Yoo Seong-woo barged into Hermes’ temple to prevent unnecessary conflicts before the Sacred War began.

The good-natured Hermes readily accepted them, and they waited in his temple until the Sacred War began.

“More than that, you’ve really stirred things up. I didn’t expect you to use the rules of the Sacred War.”

“It’s fortunate that this is only possible against Olympus or other old Sacred War Temples.”

Olympus, being old, had stricter regulations than other Sacred War Temples.

If it were a newly formed Sacred War Temple like the Sword Society, they would have engaged in an all-out war, regardless of Sacred War rules.

This method of declaring a Sacred War by finding fault was only possible because it was Olympus.

“And I think you’ve found out. Who has the Moirai side decided to send as warriors?”

“Haha, not without a price?”

“It’s not like I need to know. But wouldn’t it be more fun if you told me?”

“I can’t deny that. It would be more fun.”

Hermes sat across from Yoo Seong-woo and told him the names of those the Moirai had recruited as warriors.

“The first warrior they recruited is the god of war, Ares.”

“Ah, the drama queen?”

Hermes and Medea burst into laughter at Yoo Seong-woo’s words.

The scene from the comic book he had read as a child, where Ares screamed after being stabbed by a spear, was the most memorable.

“Cough, cough… Right, the drama queen. Anyway, Ares seemed to find it interesting and decided to participate in this Sacred War. He’s also a member of the Sky faction, after all.”

“Not bad. Who’s next?”

“The second is the famous hero you know well, Heracles [also known as Hercules]. The Sky faction sent Heracles to save face.”

Heracles.

A name that anyone who knows Greek mythology would never forget.

The strongest and most famous hero in Greek mythology, and everyone knows the story of how he became a god after completing the Twelve Labors.

The envy of all heroes.

“Ares and Heracles…”

They’re coming on pretty strong.

The Moirai, having been entrenched in Olympus for a long time, seemed to want to save face.

“I know quite a few gods have suffered because of the Moirai’s prophecies…”

“But they’re elders. If it becomes known that the Moirai have been defeated, wouldn’t Olympus’ external image plummet?”

Is there even an image left to plummet?

Anyone who knows Greek mythology knows all about the ugly aspects of the gods.

Yoo Seong-woo didn’t bother to say it out loud.

“And the last, the third?”

“The last, the third…”

Hermes glanced at Medea and then closed his mouth.

“Let’s leave that to the fun of the Sacred War. It wouldn’t be fun to tell you everything, would it?”

“You have a bad personality.”

“I’ve heard that since I was young, so it’s okay. Then, please rest comfortably until the Sacred War. I’ll come to escort you when it starts.”

Hermes got up from his seat and left the room.

What was the meaningful look he gave Medea at the end?

‘…It’s probably nothing.’

Nothing will happen.

***

Time passed, and it was time for the Sacred War to begin.

Following Hermes’ guidance, they arrived at a wide plain.

A battlefield prepared above the clouds.

Yoo Seong-woo and Medea stood on it, looking at the gathering gods.

A tremendous number of gods.

Greek mythology is old and famous, with a considerable amount of lore and a large number of gods.

Just the number of children Zeus had… from affairs… from forbidden love… was enormous.

Of course, there were other reasons why such myths were created……

Anyway.

“There are quite a few spectators. Are you okay? Medea.”

“…I’m fine. They’re just watching.”

Medea, saying that, couldn’t take her eyes off one place.

At the end of her gaze was a goddess.

“…It’s about to start.”

Yoo Seong-woo tapped Medea on the back as if to snap her out of it, and continued.

“Think of killing whoever you face. No, just kill them. This is a battlefield where it doesn’t matter if you kill them.”

“I understand.”

The sound of a horn echoes from somewhere.

The sound announcing the opening of the Sacred War.

There is no judgment. Within the agreed-upon rules, killing and being killed is the only thing to do, the only thing to finish.

And, just before it begins, lightning strikes from the sky.

A streak of bright yellow lightning, a deafening roar that shakes the world, announces Zeus’ [king of the gods] presence, and a surge of tens of meters of waves announces Poseidon’s [god of the sea] presence.

And the darkness that comes like death covers the sky, proclaiming Hades’ [god of the underworld] presence.

It announced that the oldest gods of Olympus and the heads of the largest factions that divided the world into three were watching this Sacred War.

It is the Moirai’s Sacred War.

A war that may be the beginning and end for the three sisters, the children of Nyx [goddess of the night] who tailor fate.

Several people appear on the opposite side of the plain.

An old woman and three men standing behind her.

Heracles, wearing the lion’s skin that Hermes had mentioned, and Ares, fully armed in armor.

And a blond man.

He stared at the unfamiliar male god for a moment, and then a violent reaction erupted from beside him.

Medea glared at the male god with wide eyes and shouted.

“Jason!”

Hearing the name Jason, Yoo Seong-woo remembered who he was.

Jason. The hero who led the Argonauts in Greek mythology.

The leader of the Argonauts, who gathered the heroes of the time to find the Golden Fleece.

One of the few stories in Greek mythology that ends in success, with most ending in destruction.

And.

Medea’s husband.

Medea, who fell in love with that man, chopped up and killed her own brother, leading the Argonauts to success.

In other words, he was the head of a group bus passenger who rode Medea’s bus [someone who benefited greatly from her actions].

“Jason, Jason! Jason!”

A voice full of anger erupted from Medea’s mouth.

A sight that was impossible to see from her, who always maintained her composure.

There was a reason why Hermes had been so reserved.

‘He’s a scoundrel.’

He clearly didn’t say it on purpose.

The image of Hermes’ face, laughing as he watched Medea’s appearance, came to mind.

“You son of a bitch! How dare you show your face here after betraying me!”

“Medea.”

“I will, I will definitely kill him, I will definitely kill that bastard…”

“Medea!”

At Yoo Seong-woo’s shout, she, who had been spewing words full of madness, flinched and looked at Yoo Seong-woo with empty eyes.

“Jason, why is Jason there? Why…”

“It must be the Moirai’s scheme. Calm down. It’s been over 3,000 years. I don’t know how much resentment is left, but remember that those emotions won’t help you now.”

Yoo Seong-woo had seen many people in this state.

A panic state commonly seen on the battlefield.

A sight that could be seen in warriors who faced the demons who killed their families.

“And that anger is not to be consumed here. Suppress it and unleash it on the battlefield.”

Anger obscures vision, but.

At the same time, it is a great driving force.

On the battlefield, driving force is more important than anything else.

“So, calm down now.”

At his words, Medea took a few deep breaths and then nodded.

Then, she took out a dagger from her bosom and said.

“Please let me kill that bastard.”

“Of course. The first one they’ll send out will probably be Jason.”

And as he said, Jason steps forward first.

Originally, it was common sense to place the strongest guy in the back.

Yoo Seong-woo pushed Medea’s back.

“Go, Medea.”

Go and tear him to pieces.