There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 490



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EP.490 Virtue of a Patriot (2)

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-Holy woman, my brother-in-law told me to gather at the base camp.

After hearing the message from Sith, the youngest of the scapegoat sisters, the saint immediately took out her invisibility cloak.

Shiina, who was now on crutches, grabbed the leg of her pants and shouted things like ‘Saint, you can’t do it,’ but the saint didn’t even pretend to listen and headed toward the sewer.

Anyway, the first thing she saw when she arrived at the base camp, avoiding the eyes of others, was Seti and Dawn, standing side by side, swinging their swords.

Unlike the close-knit swords of the Paladins, the swordsmanship seems to have been forcibly put together, and is choppy.

In order not to disturb the two’s training, the saint approached the other party without much greeting.

“Saint, you have come.”

Nettie found the saint first and greeted her. She was working on her rifle right under the dragon bed she made out of a box of Coke and a comic book.

The saintess asked, ignoring the snoring sound of the dragon.

“What are those two doing?”

“As you can see, martial arts training.”

“Well, I understand that, but why all of a sudden?”

With a click, Neti, who had finished assembling the rifle in that short period of time, answered.

“To cut out all the explanations and put it simply, we are learning the Korean government’s sword techniques in order to deceive the Korean government.”

“Ah, Korea… .”

The saintess, who knew about Dawn’s revenge, did not inquire further.

Should we say it is a saint’s faith toward a warrior? She had faith that no matter what means and how he took revenge on Korea, he would not cross the line.

And regardless of that belief, it was quite enjoyable to watch Dawn sweating.

Olfactorily and visually.

Anyway, the saintess, who was thinking about how she would have cried if Shiina had heard her, suddenly turned her attention elsewhere.

Soemiri.

She was sleeping soundly, like Sleeping Beauty, across the pile of guns that Nettie was preparing.

No, in this case, is it the communist princess from the forest? The saint asked, pointing to her iron arm.

“Why is he doing that again? “Didn’t you sleep in the vision artifact for two days?”

Nettie didn’t answer right away. She answered, fidgeting with the gas cap of the disassembled firearm as if trying to hide her embarrassment.

“You’re tired. And again… “You can’t even walk.”

“You can’t walk? “Are you hurt?”

“No, it’s not like that… .”

“Ah, getting hurt is also strange. Until today, I slept comfortably with Yeo-myeong… ah.”

Only then did the saint understand the situation and looked at Soemiri. Nettie was nervous that she might do something, but it was just her luck.

“Ha, you penny-pinching ear. “It took a long time.”

That was the saint’s assessment. She had no ridicule or jealousy. Just a little laugh. And she immediately turned her blindfold back to the scene where Dawn and Seti were training.

Nettie said with a small smile, just like her.

“Saint. “I like that saintly lady’s cool attitude.”

“Yes? suddenly? why?”

“Just like that.”

While Nettie was disassembling the twenty-seventh gun, and the saint was sniffing to smell Dawn’s sweat.

Dawn, who was swinging her sword horizontally following Seti, suddenly stopped.

Something is strange.

Dawn, who was assessing something while holding her sword, soon frowned. Seti asked, wiping his sweat.

“what’s the matter? Is there something wrong?”

It was a problem, and I thought I would have to check it now to find out. Dawn strengthened her hand holding her sword.

“Seti, this is the next type of swordsmanship… “Is it possible that it continues like this?”

As she said those words, Dawn swung her sword. Sweat dripped down her floor as her feet and hands stretched out at the same time, parting the air, holding her hands alternately with one and both hands, changing the intensity of her herbivorous movements.

One drop, two drops, three drops…

As more sweat fell to the floor, Seti’s expression became colored with surprise.

Soon after Dawn’s reenactment was over, she pushed back her sweat-soaked hair and said,

“It’s almost accurate? How on earth do you know about herbivory when you weren’t even taught it? “Is this a talent too?”

Dawn shook her head.

“It’s not talent, it’s um… “It’s because Cheondun’s sword technique is very similar to the martial arts I know.”

“Similar? “What kind of martial art?”

Seti’s head tilted. She knew all the martial arts that Yeo-myeong had learned, but she didn’t have any sword techniques similar to Cheon-dun’s.

Did you learn another martial art without knowing it?

Contrary to reasonable suspicion, the martial arts that came out of Dawn’s mouth were far beyond her imagination.

“The warrior’s martial art.”

“… what?”

“I don’t know the latter part of Cheondun’s sword technique, but the part I have learned looks like a martial art that is a reinterpretation of the first martial art of the warrior.”

“… .”

Seti checked Dawn’s face to see if it was a joke. A serious face as always. It wasn’t a joke. Instead of asking how that was possible, she waited for Dawn’s explanation.

Soon, Dawn lowered her sword and spoke.

“It’s not a clean reinterpretation. “It seems like someone who wasn’t familiar with the warrior’s martial arts modified it to force themselves to learn it.”

Although I cut off the flow of mana and forcibly expanded the sword’s movement…

Just as we can see that the origin of the wooden table is wood, Dawn was convinced that all of them were taken from the warrior’s martial arts.

“… “Are you saying that Korea has the martial arts of warriors?”

“I’m not sure, but at least in my opinion, this is a martial art that can’t be created unless you know the martial arts of a hero. “And with full knowledge of herbivory and mana flow.”

“… “I know the warrior’s martial arts, but I can’t learn it because I’m not a warrior?”

It was a valid suspicion, but there was no answer. Dawn looked for hints elsewhere.

“Who created this sword technique? “I need to know that first.”

“I don’t know the exact thing. “I only learned that it was a martial art that Kim Si-seup, one of Korea’s leading gods, stole from her Yeo Dong-bin.”

“… .”

Except for the robbery part, it was the same explanation as the commonly known myth that Dawn knew.

But isn’t Yeo Dong-bin a figure closer to a legend than a real person? That explanation was clearly false.

“… “It’s blocked from the beginning.”

I knew it would be like this. While Dawn was sighing, Seti changed the subject.

“Um, dawn, then maybe…” If you reassemble this martial art in reverse order, will you be able to learn the warrior’s martial arts and then the first martial arts?”

Dawn shook her head.

“No, I think that will be difficult. Even if you dismantle a wooden table and reassemble it, it’s impossible to turn it back into wood, right? “It’s similar to that.”

“okay? “It’s a shame.”

Seti pursed his lips as if he was truly disappointed. Dawn pressed her lips with her finger.

“But it will be helpful if you learn everything. Shall we continue?”

“huh.”

The two went back to training. The simple way in which Seti sets her example first, and her dawn follows suit.

But just because it’s simple doesn’t mean it’s easy. Dawn had to receive her teachings for quite some time.

And the two of them continued to sweat like that for a long time.

Only after Neti had disassembled and reassembled all of the nearly a hundred guns, and the saintess had laid down on the bed next to Soemiri, did the two stop sword fighting.

And before Dawn could say anything, Seti struck.

“If you say something like it’s hard to learn, I’ll hit you.”

“If I tell you it was easy to learn, won’t you hit me?”

“… “I’ll hit you too.”

“Well, then… “How long did it take you to learn this?”

As Dawn desperately punished him, Seti got his back! He responded by hitting me.

“Three years and four months.”

Dawn, who knew her past, reached out to Seti’s forehead even as her back tingled.

Her sweaty cheeks were heartbreakingly warm. Dawn removed her hand and pressed her own lips to her forehead. Gently, as if comforting her about her past, when she endured the torture-like three years and four months she had to endure to learn this clumsy martial art.

Were the dawn’s intentions conveyed? Seti enjoyed his touch until the unicorn in Nettie’s pocket screamed.

“So, did you find anything in the Tiandu Sword Technique?”

Dawn answered, still feeling her temperature.

“huh. “I didn’t mean to, but I learned something about the martial arts of a hero.”

“The warrior’s martial arts? how?”

“hmm… You can’t dismantle a wooden table and make it out of wood, but you can at least know what kind of wood it’s made of. “Something is hard to explain, but one thing is certain.”

After speaking up to that point, Dawn paused for a moment and then spoke.

“The second half of the warrior’s martial arts… “It’s a technology for genocide.”

“… .”

“As wide as possible… It’s clearly a martial art created to deliver as many lethal blows as possible. “I don’t know why this kind of martial art was needed for a warrior.”

Didn’t the warrior of the past have any comrades with whom he could deal with the devil’s minions? I couldn’t figure it out.

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A few hours after the shocking realization of the warrior’s martial arts.

Dawn, who had prepared dinner, explained various things to the gathered group, including Salome and the saint, including that she had to go to Japan, and then left the table.

In Orsay Ranal’s opinion, this was incomprehensible. Can’t I just send it to my phone?

After all, isn’t Dawn the leader of the group? Should we meet one by one and exchange opinions when we can just give orders unilaterally?

The objection came easily.

“… Because one-sided relationships don’t last long. Especially the relationship between men and women.”

Orsay Ranal turned his head and looked at the respondent. Tied green hair and green eyes. There was a girl there who was worthy of being called the girl in blue and green.

[All those women are in male-female relationships?]

“We are colleagues now, but there is potential. “The first hero was only his wife, whose number was over double digits, right?”

The girl answered boldly, but Ranal was not particularly impressed. She even said that even though the girl was stealing her snacks and eating them, she even handed her her coke.

[Well, he’s a hero too… But, Sis. Are you also taking part in that possibility?]

“maybe?”

The girl called Sis, the youngest of the scapegoat sisters, answered without any hesitation. Ranal frowned and frowned at her.

[This isn’t my advice, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. How about my brother? He is crazy about dwarves, but he is a decent dragon.]

“… “If my brother-in-law is a dragon, then he is a dragon.”

[To be exact, I ate the heart of a dead dragon. It is difficult to call it a dragon when you do not feel the same dragon.]

Ranal clicked his tongue and looked down at Sith.

[And above all, what kind of sisterhood are you in an age of flying airplanes? Cohabitation is a trend these days. Easy to break up, clean without any residue.]

“What else… “That’s a drama story, right?”

[This is the work of a great writer who mastered love.]

“… .”

Well then. Sis couldn’t hold back his laughter. One of her great pleasures was seeing how Dragon, who had learned about love through decades of dramas and movies, would change later in life.

Well, that’s it.

Instead of bothering to point out that fact, Sis brought up the reason why she came to see her friend for the first time in a long time, avoiding her sister and brother-in-law.

“I’m going to Japan with my brother-in-law this time.”

[what? To Japan? Why you?]

“I’m the only one with some free time left in the Olympia preliminaries schedule… “The Korean minister wants me to come.”

Ranal bent his long neck and made eye contact with Sith.

[Is it okay?]

“I came to ask that. “Is it okay?”

[…] .]

“You’ve met a dragon in Japan. “I’m sure they won’t cause trouble if they see us, right?”

Ranal did not answer right away. And while looking at his ceiling and scratching his butt as if trying to bring out his memories, he simply gave an answer.

[Who cares?]

“Hmm?”

[If there is a problem, your brother-in-law will beat you to death anyway. I’m worried that one more dragon, which is good at hiding, will be found.]

“… .”

is it? It wasn’t anything special, but Sis laughed and got up from her seat. Her heavy heart became relieved.

“Thank you, your words gave me courage.”

[Yes, my advice is really great.]

Sis giggled, neither denying nor affirming. And just as she was about to leave her nest.

The dragon spoke as if passing by.

[Take care of yourself, and bring Japanese snacks and comic books when you come.]

“For free?”

[If you don’t have money, ask your brother-in-law to buy it for you. That guy is rich.]

“… .”

Instead of answering, Sis raised his middle finger and headed straight to the airport.

And in the early morning of the same day, over 1,000 people and Isis boarded a plane to Japan at the request of the Korean government.