There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 508



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EP.508 To you we waited for (10

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Unicorn’s friend.

Dawn racked her brain to determine whether the Margrave’s words were a joke or serious.

‘… Even a eunuch could have an erection.’

And after much, very rude deliberation, Dawn came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter which way the truth was.

Because he was certain that he was the margrave’s child.

If it is true that Chaebol Yong said that almost all of the warrior lineage has been cut off, the only last warrior lineage is the Margrave.

Since Saint Jeondae was his mother and Yeomyeong herself was a pure human, there was no possibility of another father.

But Dawn didn’t bother to mention that fact.

Just like Khepri, the Margrave in the timeline 4,000 years ago when he was born and the Margrave in front of him are probably different people.

Even though they have the same genes and the same body, they went through different experiences at different times in the regression… Others.

How can he say that Yeomyeong, who spent 4,000 years outside the circle, is his son?

‘I can’t call my father father… .’

It’s not like Hong Gil-dong.

After swallowing a bitter smile and organizing her thoughts, Dawn was about to move on to the next question.

“It looks like you have something to say.”

At that moment, the Margrave interrupted his thoughts. He was staring at the dawn.

Is this what others feel when they look into your eyes? Dawn, who thought she had warm eyes, quietly nodded her head.

“Yes, I have a question… “I think it’s a rude question, so I think it’s better not to ask.”

“That’s rude.”

Hmm, the Margrave, who was watching the dawn, put his right arm on his knees. Then he continued, resting his chin on the end of his fist.

“Then you should ask me more questions.”

“yes?”

“Even though I am given real memories and move like the real thing, the person I am now is an illusion created by the Nazi stairs. “Don’t you think it would be much more reasonable to ask a question to the fantasy me than to ask a rude question to the real me?”

“… .”

That was correct. As she dawned, she realized that unconsciously she had been treating the fantasy of her staircase as if it were a real person.

There was no need to find a reason. he is… I wanted to believe that the mother I met in her fantasy, the former saintess, was real.

Ha, it was an embarrassing realization. Dawn swept her face and only after a long time did she open her mouth again.

“… Well, if I were the Margrave’s son… What do you think?”

The Margrave laughed as if it were absurd.

“Certainly, it’s a question so rude that it would be better not to ask.”

“… .”

“If I were to hold back the urge to pull out my sword and answer… “I’m happy, but I’m also angry.”

The Margrave put his hand on the handle of his sword and continued speaking.

“First of all, what I’m happy about is… The part about him being a son who resembles him but is even more outstanding. It’s every father’s dream. I’m a bit lacking in etiquette and etiquette, but… “That’s something that can be taught.”

“… “What makes you angry?”

“I haven’t set my eyes on another woman even for a moment since I fell in love with her.”

“… .”

“Do you think I would have had children from another woman than her?”

At that moment, a light wind blew from the bottom of the stairs and swept past the two people’s faces.

With the similar black hair fluttering, Dawn felt that the Margrave’s eyes were similar to Seti’s.

The eyes of someone who has no shame or doubt about his love.

Dawn continued speaking cautiously.

“I, that… What if he is the saint’s son? Then what do you think?”

The Margrave chuckled. As if I had heard a funny joke.

“… The son of a virgin and a bachelor. “This is a story that Christians on Earth will really enjoy hearing.”

“… .”

“Regardless of whether it is physically possible, if it is true… Hmm, well, I guess it’s a bit disappointing.”

“… “Are you disappointed?”

The Margrave answered, touching his chin.

“She wanted a daughter rather than a son. And that too with multiple people.”

Did you want your daughter to come from a rich family? Dawn, recalling her mother, spoke in passing.

“that… It’s not important, but wouldn’t it be possible to make his wish come true with his son? “Her daughter-in-law can also technically be called a daughter.”

“… daughter-in-law?”

“So, um, if the son brings a lot of daughters-in-law…” Wouldn’t it be similar to giving birth to multiple daughters? ”

Suddenly, after checking the Margrave’s expression, Dawn realized belatedly that she had been talking nonsense.

But instead of asking what kind of nonsense that was, the Margrave answered in a calm voice.

“If you’re talking about the first warrior as an example, well… Well, the idea is brilliant, but I can’t help but point out the practical difficulties. “Being loved by multiple women at the same time is as difficult as catching the devil.”

“… .”

That’s a very reasonable and educated answer.

Dawn, who is far from living a rational life, who defeated the Demon King and is loved by many women, thought that and kept her mouth shut.

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After a brief conversation.

The Margrave got up with a thud and changed the subject to another story.

“I think I already know what kind of person you are and what level you are at.”

Words that you can’t tell if they’re an insult or a compliment. Dawn just took it as a compliment and got up from her seat.

“Unsheath your sword again. “From now on, the succession will begin in earnest.”

Dawn willingly did so. He pulled his best sword from his inventory.

Mountain tears. A sword that shines in light yellow color, resembling mustard gas.

The Margrave, who saw the sword with the dwarves’ hatred melted into it, spoke with eyes that seemed to appraise a jewel, and at the same time, eyes that seemed somewhat disappointed.

“… “It’s a great sword, but it’s a different weapon than I expected.”

“If you are talking about the warrior’s weapons, I haven’t collected them all yet.”

The Margrave did not ask how much he had saved and what he could not save. He just calmly muttered, “I guess so,” and took out a small jewel from his pocket.

It was something that Dawn was familiar with. Jewel honey that resembles transparent amber.

‘… An heirloom of the Margrave’s family.’

The jewel honey in his hand was in full shape, unlike the half-shaped piece that Yeo-myeong had obtained from the black market in Chicago.

Why are you taking out that instead of a sword? The moment Dawn thought of a question, the Margrave held the jewel honey tightly.

Immediately, flash! A bright golden flash flowed from his fist holding the jewel.

By the time Dawn realized that the identity of the flash was condensed mana, the flash began to grow longer and take the shape of a sword.

Was the jewel honey itself a sword?

When Dawn realized why the Margrave created by the stairs was holding an ordinary iron sword and not a family heirloom, a flash of light disappeared and the true appearance of the sword was revealed.

The first thing I saw was the golden handle and the jewels decorated on it.

Although it looked overly flashy, there was actually no decoration on the blade attached to it.

A clunkily simple blade that is thinner than an ordinary Asha sword.

However, when Dawn faced the blade, she was even more amazed than when she saw the gorgeous handle.

Of course, the center of gravity is perfect, and there isn’t even a dull spot.

It looked so perfect that it was hard to believe that it was a sword that had been used to slay monsters in the Wax Mountains since the first hero.

Considering the length of time that the Margrave’s family had kept that sword as an heirloom, the sword itself could be said to be a historical relic and a product of technological wonder.

If there’s one problem, is that the sword is pointed at Dawn?

While Dawn swallowed her saliva, the Margrave holding the heirloom asked calmly.

“Have you learned the warrior’s martial arts?”

“Yes, I learned it. Even though it was only my first herbivorous meal… .”

“… You only learned your first meal? “What does that mean?”

The Margrave’s head tilted slightly. Dawn answered honestly.

“In the ordeal on the stairs, the Margrave… So, the only thing I learned from seeing the martial arts used by Hwan Sang was the first Chosik. “Perhaps it was because my skills were lacking, but he never used the second chosik.”

“You learned the warrior’s martial arts by watching them?”

“Oh, that’s it. “I can copy martial arts that I see with my own eyes.”

“… “At a glance, right?”

“Yes, at a glance. “Other people call me that.”

Immediately after, the Margrave’s expression, which had maintained his composure even after hearing the story of his daughter-in-law and daughter, crumpled. He was like, ‘What bullshit is this guy talking about?’ He said with that expression.

“I learned the martial arts of a warrior at a glance… “Can you show me somewhere?”

Is there something wrong? Of course, at first glance, it is impossible to steal the true intention, but isn’t the warrior’s martial arts based on the warrior’s blood itself?

Dawn was wondering why the Margrave was reacting like that, but she slowly held the sword with both hands and raised her mana.

It was a flawless martial art of a warrior, and the Margrave’s expression became even stranger when he recognized it.

“The posture and mana are correct. hmm… “Let’s try it sometime.”

“yes?”

“Fire it at me with all your might.”

“but… .”

Dawn, who was trailing off her words, immediately closed her mouth. The next moment, the Margrave assumed the same posture.

The warrior’s martial art, the first herbivore.

If you don’t want to die, do your best. The spirit of the margrave holding the sword seemed to say that. Dawn willingly did so.

After leaving the stairs so narrow that my feet were misaligned, increasing the distance between me and the Margrave, and deliberately taking the high ground…

I swung my sword first.

Where the mountain’s tears cut into the air, a dark red sword energy similar to Dzhugashvili burst out. It was a sword technique with such terrifying power that ordinary superhumans could not even react.

However, the Margrave was a being far removed from the average superhuman. Even though he swung his sword one step late, his sword skills cut through the air faster than dawn.

A golden sword symbolizing a warrior, completely different from the dawn.

!!!!

The two sword energy collided and a terrible shock wave erupted. Neither of them were injured, but an even heavier shock wave flew in the direction where Dawn was standing.

Are you defeated even by basic power? Dawn instinctively adjusted her posture and raised her mana once more.

And the moment when he was about to shoot out sword energy once more.

“… “It’s not golden.”

The Margrave changed his posture. As naturally as water, he drew his hand holding his sword to his chest.

A typical and obvious stabbing posture.

However, the flow of mana contained in that simple posture was more complex than any martial art known to Dawn.

‘The warrior’s martial art, this herbivorous… .’

That wasn’t a normal martial art. A martial art that cannot be reached without talent, let alone bloodline.

Thin veins appeared above the dawn’s eyes that pierced through mana, and just remembering the flow was enough to make me dizzy. What more can I say?

‘I’m sure I won’t die.’

The moment when Dawn laughed and wielded the warrior’s martial art, Il Chosik.

The Margrave’s sword pierced the air.