The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 336

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 335

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully 335

The Three Jeong (3)

A gruesome sight.

It is said that the most painful death for a person is burning to death.

Despite the burns all over her body, the elf did not groan once and began to pray in front of the World Tree.

-Great Mother, so many of our kin are dying. Those damned dragons are pushing their will without verification, massacring our kin…….

A voice full of pain.

The voice, gradually losing strength, sounded as if she would die at any moment.

I could feel the World Tree looking down at her. The World Tree was also grieving.

The World Tree is the guardian of the elves.

The World Tree, which had watched over the elves for over thousands of years, could not simply watch their deaths.

Yu Seong-wu saw the World Tree emitting an intense light.

Unfortunately, the World Tree did not have the power to kill the dragons.

The power of the World Tree is to protect. But that cannot reverse the situation.

The World Tree’s power is not enough to protect all the elves, and at this rate, it will be burned away by the dragons.

The light emitted by the World Tree permeated the large tree below.

It seemed to be squeezing out all the remaining power of the World Tree and handing it over.

As evidence, the fresh leaves were withering instantly from the ends.

The World Tree soon turned into a rotten old tree, leaving only the kneeling elf and the brightly shining tree in front of it.

In front of the tree enveloped in light, the elf began to weep.

-Ah, ah, Great Mother, for us until the very end…….

The form of the tree that accepted the light gradually changes.

Like the World Tree, it withered instantly from the ends of the branches, and soon the trunk opened wide.

The elf approached the wide-open tree and reached out her hand.

“……!”

And what the elf pulled out of the tree was, the Three Jeong [a legendary sword imbued with the power of the World Tree].

A colorless, transparent blade. And a handle made by weaving tree trunks.

The elf grabbed the handle of the Three Jeong with both hands. Then, intense magic poured out of her, and the colorless, transparent blade turned green.

At the same time, the collapse of the elf’s body due to the wounds stops.

The elf, holding the green greatsword in her hand, rises from her seat.

With anger and fighting spirit covering her entire body, she takes her sword and heads back to the battlefield.

Yu Seong-wu left behind the withered World Tree and the tree, and followed the elf.

The elf entered the burning elf village. Corpses of her kin were lined up everywhere.

The dragons, who had been shooting magic and breath from the sky, were now on the ground, burning everything around them.

The burning corpses of the elves turned to ashes and disappeared in the storm.

The elf, with a single greatsword in her hand, challenged an unwinnable battle.

-Following the will of the Great Mother, the grudge of our kin, revenge!

It was swordsmanship that she would not have usually trained in. Elves specialize in magic and archery.

Therefore, the elf’s swordsmanship is terribly poor.

But it doesn’t matter even if it’s poor.

The sword wielded by the elf lightly sliced off the dragon’s neck just by touching it.

It is a sword containing all the power of the World Tree.

For thousands of years, it has been worshiped by the elves, and all the divinity accumulated has been crammed into a single sword. There is no way it couldn’t cut down a dragon.

“What an amazing sword, the Three Jeong.”

The elf with the Three Jeong runs wild.

The sword, responding to her will, emits an even darker light, cutting through breath and magic.

It tears apart their skin and bones, decomposes them, and returns them to the soil.

Yu Seong-wu watches the tragedy, holding back the urge to give advice on swordsmanship.

In the fire, an elf cuts down everything she can.

She throws herself and cuts down the dragons. Is the story of the Three Jeong, the dragon slayer, starting from here?

From an elf who lost everything to the dragons.

-Die, die! All die! I’ll erase you all from this world!

In a battlefield where everyone is dead, a living corpse wields a sword.

Unfortunately, not even rain falls, so the fire does not go out.

At some point, the elf’s sword began to lose strength, and the body that had stopped collapsing began to collapse again.

Even so, the elf continued to wield her sword in the flames of hatred. Not caring about her body collapsing, she moved only to kill the dragons.

-It was you! You were the ones who killed our kin!

-You damned dragon! I told you, it was a misunderstanding!

The elf shouts loudly and rushes at the last remaining dragon.

The moment she kicks the ground with force, her right foot collapses, and when she cuts through the breath fired by the dragon in the air, her left arm breaks.

But in the end, she reaches it.

The last blow with all her might hit the forehead that had not yet taken off, and soon the head split in half and the last dragon fell.

The arrogance that they, with their high pride, could not escape from just one person led them to ruin.

The burning fire went out, and in the gray world where only ashes remained, the elf knelt with her blonde hair covered in ashes.

All her limbs were collapsing, and all that remained was her torso.

The Three Jeong was stuck in the ground, emitting only a faint green light.

The light, which seemed to go out at any moment, also represented the elf’s life.

When the light remaining in the Three Jeong goes out, the elf’s remaining life will also disappear.

-Uwaaaah…….

In the midst of this, a small cry was heard.

The elf, startled by the cry of a child, raised her head that had been drooping.

With her half-cut ears twitching, she crawled desperately.

And found a child protected by magic in the collapsed wreckage of a tree.

-Ah, not everyone, not everyone is finished…….

It is the last hope of the village.

The elf gathered all her remaining life force and magic.

Then, she summons the spirits and says.

-Take this child to a safe place, and protect them. Along with that sword…….

The spirits surround the child, pick up the Three Jeong stuck in the ground.

And, as she wished, they carry the child to a safe place on the wind.

Because ashes would not be good for the child.

Yu Seong-wu quietly looked down at the elf who had now passed away.

‘An elf whose name I don’t even know.’

Her swordsmanship is terrible, and all I know is that she seems to have a good heart, often coming to see the abandoned tree.

And, although it was a crude sword, the sword she wielded at the end was excellent.

It is so unfortunate that it is not recorded in history.

“So, the memories of the sword are…”

These things, perhaps.

Memories that only swords possess, unknown to anyone.

This is what it means for a sword to be reborn as a divinity.

By imprinting stories that no one knows, it establishes a story.

That is the process by which a sword establishes its ego and establishes itself as a divinity.

“I’m even more curious about what your story will be like, Three Jeong.”

Yu Seong-wu moves his feet.

Towards the direction the spirit flew.

***

The spirit flew for a long time.

The elf’s last wish was ‘to move the child to a safe place’.

The spirits left the elf’s village, which was contaminated with the dragon’s evil magic, and flew endlessly.

When the baby was hungry, they gave it spirit water, and at night, the wind played a lullaby so that it could sleep well.

All the spirits put their heart and soul into the little elf.

And, the spirits put the child and the sword down in front of a cabin in a remote forest.

Inside the cabin is the owner of a clear soul. Because it was spotless and clear, the spirits thought of him as a ‘hermit’ and left the child and the sword.

Yu Seong-wu watches the scene.

“Before, the elf abandoned the tree, but this time the spirits are abandoning the baby.”

Is it a succession of abandonment?

It is a miserable sight.

Yu Seong-wu looked down at the baby for a moment, then raised his head.

The door of the cabin opened and a man with a thick beard came out.

Then he looked down at the baby and looked around.

-I didn’t feel any signs…….

He scratched his head a few times as if he was in trouble, picked up the baby and went into the cabin.

Before following him in, Yu Seong-wu recalled the man’s appearance.

The well-trained body at first glance showed that he was an excellent warrior.

The calluses on his hands were proof that he had been holding a sword for a long time…….

‘I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before.’

He must be a person from a distant era.

Why do I feel this familiarity?

Yu Seong-wu felt a sense of déjà vu and entered the cabin.

The man had never raised a child before, so he was flustered but trying his best to raise the child.

Even so, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sword he brought inside with the child.

Because the elf used all the power of the World Tree accumulated in the Three Jeong, the same power as in the past does not remain, but it was an excellent sword in itself.

-Why is this happening in my later years…….

The man sighed deeply and then focused on the baby again.

And, time flows.

The growth of elves is slow. The growth rate is similar to that of humans, but because they are long-lived species, their mental maturity tends to be inversely proportional to that of humans.

About 10 years have passed.

The elf who grew up in the man’s hands grew smoothly under the man’s education.

-Dad! Flower! Pretty!

-Yes, yes. By the way, when will you start swordsmanship…….

-From tomorrow!

-Didn’t you say that yesterday too?

And, the man started teaching the child swordsmanship.

From body training to swordsmanship.

The lifespans of humans and elves are different. Elves live for thousands of years if they are long, but humans do not live for more than a hundred years.

If he is a Swordmaster, he will live a little longer than a hundred years…….

The man hoped that even if he died of old age, the elf would be able to live alone.

All he knew was hunting and swordsmanship that he had honed throughout his life, so he was thinking of teaching her at least this.

Time flows again.

The elf grew up quickly and became a little over half the size of the man, and her swordsmanship training was also going smoothly.

The man, who had reached the realm of Swordmaster, used greatswordsmanship.

Fortunately, he was a man who could lay the foundation for the elf to wield the Three Jeong.

Holding his old greatsword, he teaches the basics of greatswordsmanship.

Yu Seong-wu, who saw this, thought that the greatswordsmanship was somewhat similar to Veronica’s swordsmanship.

‘Veronica uses her own style of swordsmanship, but she said that the origin is separate.’

-I made the greatswordsmanship myself, so there may be some shortcomings, but you are following me well. I’m proud of you.

-I like being praised!

“You made it yourself?”

Surprised by the fact, Yu Seong-wu also moved his body following the man’s movements.

It is a well-organized greatswordsmanship.

It is destructive and refreshing. Creating swordsmanship is impossible with ordinary talent.

He has the skills of a Swordmaster and is the owner of a clear soul that the spirits judged to be safe.

Yu Seong-wu became more and more curious about the man’s identity.

A Swordmaster from an era even earlier than Golos and Elias.

If I knew his name, I would try to guess, but unfortunately, all the names that come out in this memory are censored.

Even though Yu Seong-wu watched their memories, he could not know what era it was. The two’s activity radius was only the forest and the mountain.

At least if they went out to a village, I could roughly know, but the two were in a very deep mountain.

Yu Seong-wu, who had perfectly mastered the man’s greatswordsmanship by following it, muttered.

“Damn it, when can I get out of here?”