Sword Master With One Strike Kill - Chapter 219
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One-Strike Kill Swordmaster Episode 219
Episode 219. Sisterhood of the Forsaken, and Muwolcha (2)
‘No.’
If that half-baked lizard bastard had a nationality, he’d definitely be Korean.
Why is he so impatient?
But as they say, a bull backing up might catch a mouse.
The ‘Tyrant Dragon’s disciple’ I had mentioned really was that girl.
“Gaon, is that child the one?”
“…Wait. Conversation comes first.”
Gulp-.
The Tyrant Dragon swallowed his dry saliva with an expectant expression.
His eyes hadn’t left the girl since the moment he entered the room.
He muttered to himself in a small voice.
“She’s clearly extraordinary…”
“…”
Right.
The girl was indeed very mysterious in appearance.
Eyes that sparkled as if they held jewels.
Mystical hair that started purple and gradually changed to blue as it went down.
Her appearance was shabby from living in the underground cave, but even so, her innate mystique couldn’t be hidden.
‘Of course.’
That girl’s mother was the Saintess.
As the daughter of one who wielded sacred power, she couldn’t be ordinary.
And…
The dozen or so ‘aunts’ here were all clones created based on the Saintess’s genes.
‘Sisterhood of the Forsaken.’
Though they were products of the Middle Temple Traditionalists’ horrific experiments, they possessed considerable abilities, if not as much as the original.
Swoosh-.
I turned my gaze to look once more at the Sisterhood of the Forsaken sitting around the table.
Same faces, same body types, even the same hair color.
However, their eye colors and the emotions contained within them were all different.
It meant that being clones didn’t make them completely identical beings.
“Um…”
While I was having such thoughts.
The girl who had been staring intently at the Tyrant Dragon tilted her head and asked.
“You asked if I was a disciple? What’s that?”
“I’ll explain…!”
The Tyrant Dragon quickly stepped forward as if afraid someone would steal his chance to answer.
“A disciple means someone who receives teachings from another. It’s a very good thing. If you learn under an excellent master, your skills can improve quickly.”
“Lizard mister is stupid, isn’t he?”
“…What?”
Pause-.
The Tyrant Dragon was flustered by the sudden criticism.
But the girl continued speaking confidently without caring.
“That should be called an apprentice, not a disciple.”
“…?”
“The dwarf grandpas in our village always ask me to become their apprentice, you know?”
The girl made a genuinely pitying expression.
“What should you do if your vocabulary is worse than a 7-year-old’s? You need to study words more, lizard mister?”
“Child, child…”
The Dwarf Village Chief hurriedly intervened.
His expression clearly showed embarrassment.
“Apprentice and disciple mean the same thing. And you should be polite in front of the Protagonists.”
“Ah.”
The girl nodded and apologized respectfully.
“I’m sorry. The aunts told me to use honorifics but I forgot. I’m not used to it yet.”
“Ha, haha.”
The Dwarf Village Chief let out an awkward laugh and continued.
“Excuse me, Protagonists. The child is very young, so please understand…”
“It’s fine.”
The Tyrant Dragon shrugged his shoulders.
“What a spirited child. I was exactly like that when I was young.”
“…?”
“Boldness is one of the essential virtues of an excellent swordsman. I can already see the sprout.”
No, what.
‘What did that bastard see to already be so smitten?’
Just how desperate was he for a disciple to act like that.
Now it was getting pitiful.
Rustle-.
Then, the girl turned around.
The dozen members of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken were all watching her in unison.
“Mm-hmm. I understand.”
Though no one had opened their mouth, the girl nodded.
As if a conversation had taken place in the silence.
Swoosh-.
Soon the child slowly turned around and pointed her small finger at me.
“They want everyone to leave except that big brother.”
“…?”
“…?”
Everyone’s gaze focused on me.
The Tyrant Dragon’s puzzled expression. Adelia’s flustered eyes. And even the Dwarf Village Chief’s worried look.
Thunk-!
“Ow!”
Then, one of the Sisterhood of the Forsaken sitting closest lightly flicked the girl’s head.
When she glared at the child with a scolding expression, the girl covered her head and answered in a tearful voice.
“Yes… I know… I said I know…”
Soon she turned toward us and offered an apology.
“Sorry for speaking informally… sorry for pointing… sorry for calling the Protagonist big brother…”
Everyone looked at the girl with somewhat bewildered expressions.
Except for one person.
“I definitely like her. She’s quick to repent her mistakes, and her apology is clean. Her attitude toward learning is excellent.”
“…”
“…”
The Tyrant Dragon’s eyes gleamed like a predator that had spotted prey.
‘Something…’
…I get the feeling he’d just kidnap her if she refused to become his disciple.
It’s probably just my imagination, right?
* * *
“What?”
Dorico Shiro’s expression brightened.
“Hahaha!”
She burst into a cheerful laugh and grabbed both of the black mage’s arms.
Then she started bouncing up and down in place.
“Gaon? Gaon is here? Really? Really?”
“Uh, uhh… No… Wait a moment.”
The black mage stepped back in confusion, not knowing what to do with Dorico Shiro’s suddenly changed attitude.
“Gaon… Who exactly is he…?”
“You said a swordsman with dark blue hair and golden eyes came to Villopoze! That’s Gaon! The Thirteenth Sword Master Gaon!”
Dorico Shiro’s voice grew louder and louder. Her cheeks flushed red as if her excitement had reached its peak.
‘What’s this?’
The black mage couldn’t help but be bewildered.
‘Why is this person happy that a Sword Master appeared? Shouldn’t she be annoyed since it would interfere with the plan?’
The black mage’s plan was meticulous.
Creating the perfect ‘vessel’ for the descent of the Second Apostle.
The key was the corpse of an ancient dragon buried deep in Villopoze Volcano.
‘Thunder Zombie Dragon…’
The ultimate creation combining the Celestial Dragon’s brain core with the ancient dragon’s corpse. Just imagining it sent thrills through his entire body.
This project was a perfect opportunity for both him and the Five Nightmares.
The Five Nightmares could obtain a vessel to contain a god, and he could realize his lifelong dream with support from the Worshippers of Evil Gods.
It was truly a mutually beneficial situation.
‘But for that, we need the core data.’
Namely, the experimental subjects from Project Seraphim. Precious materials containing the technology to artificially create vessels for containing gods.
The problem was that those experimental subjects were hiding in Villopoze.
‘That’s why I intensified the monster waves.’
Villopoze was originally a place frequently attacked by monsters. Being located in the outer citadel made it an easy target for wild beasts.
The black mage cleverly exploited this.
He artificially amplified the natural threats.
Through continuous attacks, he gradually shook Villopoze’s defenses, and also gradually deployed precisely crafted chimeras to apply pressure.
‘At first, I thought I was lucky.’
Mangnyeom, the Sword Master protecting Villopoze, had suddenly disappeared.
It was a golden opportunity. He was confident that this time he could finally conquer the tunnel village.
But…
‘…Mangnyeom returned. And with three companions.’
The Sword Master of the Raging Dragon. An unidentified swordsman with dark blue hair and golden eyes. And even a knight with disheveled blonde hair.
The situation had become even more complicated.
Yet for some reason, Dorico Shiro was actually happy about it.
Even though all their efforts so far were on the verge of being ruined.
“Oh, the blonde knight came too? That’s Adelia!”
Dorico Shiro clapped her hands and exclaimed excitedly.
“She’s my friend too! A friend of a friend is a friend, so we’re all friends!”
“Wait, just a moment.”
His head was in chaos. The black mage interrupted Dorico Shiro’s words and began organizing the situation.
“So Gaon and Adelia… I mean, your friends aren’t Sword Master faction members but Worshippers of Evil Gods?”
“No!”
“…?”
“One is a Sword Master and one is from a Noble Family!”
He was left speechless.
One of the Five Nightmares being friends with a Sword Master and a swordsman from a Noble Family.
What kind of situation was this?
“Are you… close with each other…?”
“Of course! Very close!”
“Then couldn’t you ask your friends? Just ask to borrow one experimental subject.”
“Yes! I’ll try asking!”
Dorico Shiro answered readily, but Ataraxy could only look at her with distrustful eyes.
‘I don’t know… Whatever happens, happens…’
It was half resignation, half giving up.
Stop-.
It was then that Dorico Shiro’s steps, heading to leave the laboratory, stopped.
She looked toward the cultivation tanks and soon frowned.
“Hey, but can’t you get rid of that thing?”
She pointed to the largest cultivation tank.
Inside it, a bizarre experimental subject was floating around.
Its two eyes were peacefully closed, but the remaining thirteen eyes covering its entire face were wide open.
The sight of them staring into space without even blinking was utterly eerie.
What was strange was that despite all this, its nose and ears were properly attached in their right places.
“It’s so disgusting… Why is the skin fluorescent purple?”
“I told you I didn’t make it.”
The black mage protested as if wronged, but Dorico Shiro didn’t listen to his words at all.
“Don’t be ridiculous. If you didn’t make it, who did?”
“I told you earlier. It occurred naturally.”
“Why did you attach so many eyes? It’s not a spider.”
“Those aren’t eyes.”
“What?”
“I was curious too, so I analyzed it carefully earlier…”
The black mage looked at his experimental records and poured out an explanation.
“Melanin cells and pigmentation processes became abnormally activated, causing irregular pigment accumulation across the entire epidermis. An unknown factor directly intervened in the melanin synthesis pathway of biological tissue, transforming gene expression patterns. Particularly, the activity of tyrosinase enzyme increased excessively, causing localized pigmentation to appear in circular patterns. It formed biological patterns like the eye spots on peacock feathers or butterfly wing patterns.”
“What the…”
Dorico Shiro grimaced at the sudden flood of difficult terminology.
“Explain it so I can understand. What are you talking about?”
“Those aren’t eyes, they’re just spots.”
“…?”
* * *
After the Tyrant Dragon, Adelia, and the Dwarf Village Chief left the room.
I found myself alone facing the Sisterhood of the Forsaken.
The Girl, who had briefly exchanged silent conversation with her aunts, asked me a question.
“The aunts want to know the real purpose of why Lord Gaon came here.”
I honestly revealed my purpose.
“I need the Sisterhood of the Forsaken’s future sight.”
“Hmm…”
The Girl looked at the Sisterhood of the Forsaken again. I could see several of them tilting their heads slightly.
“The aunts say they don’t understand.”
“…”
“They’re asking why someone who has already seen the future 199 times would need ‘future sight’?”
Right at that moment.
[199 times… You saw the future…?]
Yeonwoo the Feathered Sword’s shocked voice echoed in my head.
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