Swordmaster's Youngest Son Chapter 175

Published at 4th of February 2022 12:05:05 PM

Every time I breathed out like sand in my lungs, I felt a lumpy taste.

I walked during the day and shuddered with lying cold and loneliness in the blanket at night. When I woke up, the blanket, which had turned into a cocoon in the sand breeze, was hardened.

At one time, he was hampered by a scorpion that didn't even have an academic name. The life of the Mitra Great Membrane is all venomous. It would have been dangerous if I didn't get the Manchurian.

Scorpions were eaten to save food. Neither the nameless worm, similar to the bee, nor the snake with two heads covered in black scales, were eaten whenever seen.

Is it because I swallowed too much sand? The animals, roughly cooked by magic, had a terrible taste along with the stench, but the gin didn't feel much.

A bandit, a bandit.

The snake broke in its thin cheeks. Jin was once again grateful to Jonah, as even the flowing poison was a substitute for the water.

So three days passed by the first mirage.

It would not have been possible to know how much time had passed had it not been for the sun to set and the moon to set. As such, the Great Barrier was the same landscape as the one in both places.

"You really don't have anyone......in this desert.'

That was the most painful.

You've never had such a lonely moment in your life. The time that passed after leaving Tikan was only about ten days, but the time in the desert and outside was passing through a completely different density.

Another week has passed.

No more snakes, no more scorpions. Jean was completely alone, walking and walking in the sea of vague sand.

It might have been better if I had spoken to myself, but I couldn't even do it because the water tank had bottomed out again.

And to make matters worse.

It was a very fitting expression for the Mitra Great Membrane on December 11, 1796.

I've saved enough food....is it gone?

The day's Qin had no choice but to scream as soon as he woke up.

All the food that was kept in the bag that I slept in all night has disappeared. Everything else remained the same, but only the food had disappeared neatly.

There was not a single piece of beef jerky or a handful of grain powder left. Even if I put my head in my bag, there was no smell left. Like it wasn't in the bag from the start.

'Ha.'

I felt nausea. He threw an empty canister at the sky and poured out a male double bath. Why are you doing this to me? I want to argue.

Jean's voice only scattered into the desert air, leaving no echo.

Still, I had to walk.

If you stay still, all you have to wait for is death. He also felt that even if it was unfair, it could not end like this.

No matter how tough a man is.

Without water and food, you can't stand it. He was using his superhuman will, but there was no answer.

After a day, the sky turned yellow and never came back.

Two days later, intermittent convulsions occurred in the body. It was no less than a miracle to face the Great Barrier for two days without eating or drinking.

Three days later, no spring water, no oasis, no beast to eat.

Thud... ...

I tripped and fell down. His ankles and calves have lost their strength.

A handful of sand enters the open mouth. My mouth was so dry that the sand didn't stick to my tongue.

A single fall, but deep in the bone, was spreading a deep feeling of exhaustion. The urge to just take a nap poured in like a tidal wave.

It's not as easy as you think to endure the urge. Even more in a desperate situation like Jin now.

'Bad, it's just one fall. I just fell once...…!'

Yap!

He spat out the sand with a frown.

Then he stood up again. The sunlight reflected on the sand caused dizziness, and the two faltering legs seemed to be none of their own.

Then out of nowhere, I could see the hand of the man holding the can.

Someone stuck close to Jin's of Jean. Naturally, there was not a single person in this desert who deserved it.

'Shin Giru!'

Whether it's a mirage or a real person.

It was important that he came up to me without a trace and gave me a bucket. If I had wielded a sword, not a canister, I would have been beaten beyond recognition.

Sreung!

The sword was pulled out with a pommelon of water. And without even checking his face, he jerked himself around, grabbed his back and put the blade close to his neck.

Tuk, the opponent's lifeline came before the bucket fell on the floor.

It was just a shot. The body reacted first enough to make it hard for Jin to understand where such power was left.

The owner of the bucket showed no signs of embarrassment, even though a knife had entered his throat. And Jean realized that he was a woman in a robe.

In addition, there is a cane in the other hand, which has missed the bucket. It was clearly a cane made of silver oxen, and somehow a very familiar object.

The woman's red hair was also familiar.

Red hair, silver cane, no way.…!?'

Jean's eyes grew bigger. In his memory, there was only one person with such splendid red hair and a silver cane.

"Valeria..."?

"Please put the knife away. Unless you're really going to poke."

Jean slowly lowered the sword against her neck.

Turning with a sigh, she kept the face that Jean had missed so much.

Valeria heaster.

She was the one who taught Jin magic in his previous life.

"How can I..."

No, not how.

It would be a mirage. What Jean is looking at now is a 26-year-old Valeria. It was the last I saw in my previous life before I broke up.

But is it because the hard days spent in the desert were unbearable?

As soon as I saw her, I felt the loneliness, sorrow, and longing that I had been pressing would burst out at once.

It was the same day three years ago when I reached out to my student, who was lying on the street. Even then, the student reflected a knife on my neck. Though his skill was as poor as it is now."

Three years ago, Qin was in the Sword Garden.

But not three years ago in Valeria. Jean in her memory had just been banished from Looncandel and rolled the world like a lung.

"......Valeria, no. Teacher. Are you the second mirage?"

"I think that's what happened.”

"What the hell, man. Are you saying you know that you are a mirage?”

"Yes, I know. I don't know the real me who's about to be 15.”

"Then all I have to do is...….”

"Killing me and passing by."

Cruel.

The first thought that came to mind. Jean could feel intuitively.

The mirage in the Great Barrier is neither magic nor power. The mirages that came out so far, were all real people who existed deep inside him.

People who stood in their inner and memory. That's why I felt like I had cut off my real flesh when I cut off the Tonya brothers, and I felt like I had met my real teacher again.

"I didn't want to be reunited like this with my student. I wish we had met when it was a little more plausible.”

"Don't do this, teacher. Why you?"

Valeria picked up the bucket that fell to the ground and threw it toward the camp.

"Drink, if you fight me in that condition, you die in the first eternity."

"Can't we do anything else?"

"You know better than anyone, don't deny it. I hear you've been born again and become very strong, but I think you're better off in my memory. Don't talk too much.”

Jean picked up the bucket that fell on her feet with trembling hands.

For the past few days, I have been walking in the desert, which has been a living hell, and the water I have been searching for has been dripping.

But I didn't want to drink. If you drink this water, then.

'I have to kill you.'

It's incomparable to cutting Tonya's brother. How dare he cut her. Valeria Heister, if it weren't for her, Jean wouldn't have had a second life.

He must have lived and died like a wandering dog for 25 years as a mere Looncandel. She held out her hand, and Jean shook it off and put a knife against her neck, but she came back again and again.

The present camp could have existed.

"You've become a lot cocky in a bird you haven't seen, Mr. Disciple."

Recognizing Jean's hesitation, Valeria lifted her cane. As the mana emancipation unfolded, the withering mana, raging like a storm, wound around her silver cane.

"Seven-star magic. You don't think you've already surpassed me, do you? Drink up, Jean Looncandel. I'm your inner voice, too. You'll be ready to fight me.”

Stick... ...

Open the bucket. One more hesitation, and she'll shoot the magic without mercy. The wizard Valeria Heister, whom Jean remembers, was more like a black man than any unmanned man.

That's how certain everything. To make and break, to fight and to retreat.

"What am I to you?"

"The only disciple. So I don't want you to let me down."

"Was it really you?”

"I would have loved you more than this. I'd probably hug her at least once. Maybe I kissed your forehead."

"It's no different from what I'm hearing, so it's comforting."

"So don't ask me any more, beat me and pass by. We still have one more chance, right? The mirage you have to go through."

Boom, boom, boom!

I emptied the bucket at one gulp. But as if it were not normal water, I felt that my energy was quickly restored.

"You can use both sword and spirit."

Was the teacher in memory so strong? To the point where you have to pour everything.

I couldn't make a quick judgment. But one thing is certain, the mana gathered in Valeria's wand is far more powerful than memory.

an insurmountable wall

At one time Valeria felt that way. Even after signing a contract with Soldert, I always wondered if I could overcome Valeria's magic.

Right now, it's a wall I don't want to cross. At least right now.

Pooo...!

Jean put Bradamante in the sand. Valeria could only say this with a shrug.

"You'll regret it."

"You'll regret it even more if you use your sword for breaking you. You were my magic, and you will be."

"Well, you don't look like that, so being reckless was a charm."

It's a piece of cake!

Valeria's mana was suddenly characterized. When she was in the middle of her training, it was the magic of baking a gin.

"And that recklessness used to scold me all the time.”

Flash!

As soon as the horse was finished, five streams of lightning struck. Jean was inescapably fast speed, and yet another magic was already forming in the blazing Valeria's cane.

Chapter end