The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 69

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 69

High Elf (4)

It took two days to restore power after the incident in the Elven forest in the middle of the night.

But this was only a temporary fix.

Since the elves remained silent in response to the government’s inquiries, there was no guarantee that the transmission towers wouldn’t collapse again.

“…Rotating through the ranks makes me feel at peace. It’s like lying on a bed of leaves by the Great Mother.”

‘What on earth made her like this? Online games are terrifying.’

Leaving Shuahnell, who was muttering strange things, behind, Yoo Seong-woo went to the living room and started sorting through his recent acquisitions.

He retrieved the space expansion magic pouch he had carelessly tossed in the room and forgotten about, and took out the items he had acquired this time, one by one.

“Wow, Mister, what is this?”

As he laid out several items on the table, Knox, who was watching TV, showed interest.

In Knox’s hand was a bright red, round jewel decorated with gold leaf.

He had brought it along, thinking it was an unusual item because he felt a strange power emanating from it.

Yoo Seong-woo answered.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t that he was too lazy to answer; he genuinely didn’t know.

There was no time to appraise each item in the treasure vault, so he just packed up what looked good at first glance.

He considered asking Shuahnell about the treasures, but…

“Noob, why can’t you catch that! Hey, you freaking camper…”

She seemed engrossed in the game, so he decided to leave her alone.

He could ask her after the game was over.

Why was her language getting rougher day by day? It seemed like the game was the culprit.

She was as gentle as a lamb when she wasn’t glued to the computer.

They say if you’re going to let them play games, it should be console games, not online games, and that seemed to be proving true.

It would have been better if she played a farming simulator instead of an FPS [First-Person Shooter].

Yoo Seong-woo laid out the items and sorted them into those whose uses he seemed to know and those he didn’t.

There were about seven weapons, and the rest were accessories or ornaments.

Yoo Seong-woo picked up the ‘Fruit of Sephirot,’ which seemed to have the greatest value.

The fruit, which even exuded a subtle divinity, didn’t look very appetizing.

However, he had to focus on its efficacy rather than its taste.

‘Elevation of status.’

What did “status” refer to?

‘Divinity.’

It could be said to be a preparation for ascending to a divine throne.

If an ordinary person were to consume this, they would gain wisdom and power that could not be compared to others.

A kind of elixir. And a top-notch one.

It was an item that dwarfed the elixirs in martial arts novels, the inner core of a ten-thousand-year-old ice lotus, or ginseng dolls.

But Yoo Seong-woo didn’t feel like swallowing it right away.

‘If I consume it incorrectly, I’m screwed.’

The problem with these kinds of items is whether the body can handle them upon consumption.

If you ate it without preparation, your body might burst like a balloon.

Unless he could gauge how much energy was contained in the fruit, he would have to prepare thoroughly before consuming it.

“What’s that? It smells delicious. It looks sweet.”

Knox put down the unknown jewel he was holding and showed interest in the Fruit of Sephirot.

Yoo Seong-woo twitched his eyebrows at the words that it smelled delicious.

Smelled delicious? That couldn’t be.

He didn’t smell anything.

He momentarily wondered if his nose was blocked by rhinitis, but his nose was clear.

Besides, he had a pretty good sense of smell, so there was no way he wouldn’t smell it if it smelled sweet.

“…Hmm.”

The Fruit of Sephirot was an item containing magic and divinity.

Since Knox was a dragon, not a human, he might be drawn to the great power by his animal instincts.

“Heh, hehe… Can I… eat that?”

“Like I’d let you.”

His eyes were practically glued to it.

Yoo Seong-woo put the Fruit of Sephirot back in his pouch and reclassified the treasures.

“I can give this and this to Jiwoo. They look like accessories with beneficial effects…”

It would be nice to have a wizard who could appraise the effects, but such wizards were rare.

Even more so on Earth.

‘If I go to the Magic Tower… would there be any?’

If he went to the Magic Tower, where all kinds of wizards gathered, there might be wizards who could appraise these items.

Yoo Seong-woo put the sorted items in his pouch and got up from his seat.

Knox smacked his lips as if he was sad that he couldn’t eat the fruit.

Yoo Seong-woo, holding the pouch in his hand, headed to Shuahnell’s room this time.

The game seemed to have just ended, and the words ‘YOUR CHAMPION!’ were displayed on the monitor.

“Wasshoi-!!”

“What language is that?”

Yoo Seong-woo, who pulled the headphones off Shuahnell’s head as she raised her arms and shouted, continued.

“I’d like you to tell me the Elven secrets, now.”

“Huh?”

“I asked Epinnel, and she said you would know. She told me to learn from you.”

“Elven secrets… Ah, that.”

Shuahnell nodded a couple of times and got up from her chair.

Then, she crossed her arms and said.

“I just became Champion, and I’m in a good mood, so I’ll tell you.”

Did that mean she wouldn’t tell him if she was in a bad mood?

He was dumbfounded.

“Where… is there a wide place where people can’t see us?”

“There’s a VIP training room in the basement, how about there?”

“If there are no prying eyes and it’s wide enough… it’s fine.”

“Then let’s go there.”

Yoo Seong-woo immediately went down to the basement of the apartment with Shuahnell.

Knox was engrossed in the animation on TV, so he didn’t follow.

Fortunately, there was no one in the apartment’s basement training room.

Shuahnell, who entered the training room without worrying about other people’s eyes, looked around and nodded.

“This is enough.”

“Okay, then explain it. What exactly is the Elves’ secret?”

“Secret… so you mean spirit magic and swordsmanship? The things that are only passed down to the royal family?”

“How would I know?”

Even if he said that, it was probably right.

Shuahnell nodded a couple of times and opened her mouth.

“Anyone can use it if they are a High Elf, but there is a secret that is not allowed to ordinary Elves.”

“Class discrimination?”

“No. Why would a secret be a secret? It’s a secret because it’s a power that only the chosen can handle.”

“Then isn’t it useless for me to learn it?”

“Maybe…”

He was scammed.

That was the first thought that came to Yoo Seong-woo’s mind.

Leaving Yoo Seong-woo aside, Shuahnell continued.

“There are two secrets. The first is spirit magic, and the second is… spirit swordsmanship. Elemental Sword.”

“Hmm.”

“Spirit magic is something that elves who have mastered spirit magic learn in addition, and spirit swordsmanship is a ‘formula’ for imbuing a sword with a spirit.”

“I can’t learn spirit magic. I’ve never learned magic or spirit magic.”

“So, is it okay if I only teach you spirit swordsmanship? I can’t guarantee that you’ll be able to learn this either.”

“If I try and it doesn’t work, I’ll have to find someone who can.”

At Yoo Seong-woo’s words, Shuahnell nodded and held out her hand.

“Lend me your sword.”

“Short one? Long one?”

“Short one.”

Yoo Seong-woo summoned Igye, a sword shorter than Ilsaeng [Lifetime].

He held one and handed the other to Shuahnell.

Shuahnell, who grabbed the sword hilt, swung it a few times and brought her ear close to the sword.

“Yeah, yeah… I see.”

“What are you doing?”

“The sword wants you to know that you use it too roughly. It says it’s a delicate sword, so please treat it with more care.”

“Are you crazy? You’re talking to a sword.”

He was dumbfounded.

Igye was neither a demon sword nor a holy sword, nor an ego sword with a self.

At his words, Shuahnell whispered something to the sword.

It was so quiet that even Yoo Seong-woo couldn’t hear it well.

Then, she stretched out Igye and started waving it around.

It didn’t look like a proper swordsmanship, so as he watched to see what she was doing, a strange power began to gather in Igye.

Small clusters of light.

Yoo Seong-woo realized that it was the materialization of spirits.

‘…It doesn’t seem like she summoned the spirits.’

Did that mean that the spirits gathered on their own because of her waving movements?

But what was surprising was what happened next.

The gathered spirits settled on the sword and began to bloom with all sorts of colors.

Yoo Seong-woo widened his eyes as he watched the scene.

‘Spirits in swordsmanship?’

It was a sight he had never seen before.

He had seen people who handled spirits, but he had never seen anyone who incorporated spirits into swordsmanship.

To be exact, there were people who used swordsmanship while using spirits.

They were roughly called ‘spirit swordsmen’… but they had never shown a technique like imbuing a sword with spirits.

“So that’s why there are only a limited number of people who can learn it.”

This is something that only someone who is loved by spirits can learn.

Shuahnell seemed to be waving it around roughly, but Yoo Seong-woo could see the mystery mixed in with the waving movements.

Shuahnell’s movements were simplified.

In the first place, she was a High Elf loved by spirits, so the spirits gathered without her showing great movements.

In other words, spirit swordsmanship was a kind of sword dance to summon spirits.

It consisted of a sword style that seduced spirits with a sword dance and made them dwell in the sword.

Yoo Seong-woo, who found out about it from Shuahnell’s movements, said.

“Can you show me a little more? Make the movements a little bigger.”

“Okay.”

Shuahnell once again showed off her spirit swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship she showed with her small body was beautiful to watch closely.

Her long silver hair sparkled and swayed in the light of the spirits, and the tip of her sword gently cut through the air.

Her deep blue eyes stared straight ahead without wavering.

There was no hesitation in the sword she wielded.

Because he could see that the sword contained a definite will, Yoo Seong-woo smiled.

It had been a long time since he had witnessed a swordsmanship worth delving into, so now all that was left was to make it his own.

“Hoo.”

She took a long breath after finishing a round of sword dance and sheathed her sword.

Then, she returned Igye to Yoo Seong-woo and said.

“I used it well.”

“…Okay. Then it’s my turn.”

Yoo Seong-woo sent Igye back and pulled out Ilsaeng.

Then Shuahnell said.

“You can’t use that sword. The killing intent is too strong. The spirits won’t come.”

“Really? Then…”

He sent Ilsaeng back and took out Samjeong this time.

Shuahnell said.

“That sword seems okay. The sword I lent you earlier… was possible because it was me, but that sword is one that the spirits would like.”

“That’s a relief.”

Yoo Seong-woo, holding a blunt sword that had not been sharpened, began to swing it with a sword to not kill [a sword technique focused on subduing rather than killing].

He danced the sword dance as Shuahnell had shown him.

Her movements were etched in his mind.

He gave meaning to each movement and swung his sword.

However, until he finished the sword style, he couldn’t even get the spirits to approach, let alone imbue the sword with spirits.

The movements should have been perfect.

There was no change.

When he glanced at Shuahnell, she opened her mouth.

“The movements are perfect, but the important thing is how to turn the spirits’ hearts. Spirits are not beings that move so easily.”

“…Just for reference, how long does it take to learn this spirit swordsmanship? On average.”

“Um, 300 years if you’re slow, 50 years if you’re fast? For reference, it took me six years.”

“Six years…”

Was she crazy?

Only then did Yoo Seong-woo remember that Elves were ridiculously long-lived.

50 years if you’re fast, 300 years if you’re slow.

The fact that Shuahnell learned it in six years was possible because she was a genius who was out of the norm.

He took a long breath and said.

“Go up first. I’ll stay here longer.”