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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Limon didn’t answer Yo Ouin’s question. He simply stared at the blonde woman in the bear skin cloak, fighting Lee Cheon-gi.
Mistaking a stranger for an acquaintance was a common occurrence. But not for Limon. He was a Sword Master, capable of perceiving the very structure of a person’s body with his superhuman senses.
Mistaking someone was impossible.
That was why he took a step forward.
Thud.
“Tsk.”
His foot stopped mid-stride, blocked by the ‘Law Prohibiting Bipedal Locomotion.’ He casually swung his sword, a seemingly meaningless gesture, slicing through empty air.
Those watching looked on, puzzled, until they saw what followed.
Step, step.
“…!”
Left foot forward, then right.
He walked, a simple act, something so commonplace it wouldn’t normally warrant a second glance. But within the confines of the Leviathan, where such an act was currently impossible, it was a sight that evoked awe and disbelief.
“Impossible! My ‘Rule of Law’ is still active! How…?!”
Vellus was the most shocked.
‘Rule of Law,’ though possessing the drawback of affecting its user, was absolute in its effect. Even the Infinite Monarch was bound by it.
Yet, Limon moved freely, defying its restrictions.
Ignoring their stunned gazes, Limon approached Lee Cheon-gi and Eugene, still locked in a fierce battle.
“Hold it. Stop.”
Lee Cheon-gi hesitated at Limon’s words, but only for a moment.
Eugene ignored the unfamiliar voice, and Lee Cheon-gi was forced to resume his defense against her relentless assault.
“I said stop.”
“…!”
“…!”
This time, both Lee Cheon-gi and Eugene froze, stepping back. The voice, now laced with a chilling undertone, triggered a primal fear in Eugene.
“This is so absurd I don’t even want to ask, but just in case there’s a misunderstanding…”
Limon, having halted their fight with a single thread of killing intent, turned to Eugene, who stared back with a mixture of wariness, curiosity, and amusement.
“What are you doing here?”
“Me? I’m working.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Then what?”
Eugene tilted her head, genuinely confused.
Limon frowned.
“You don’t recognize me?”
“Should I?”
“…I see. You don’t recognize me in this form.”
Limon wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. Unless Eugene was a Hollywood-level actress, she genuinely didn’t recognize him. He ran a hand through his hair.
“How about now?”
“Huh?”
Eugene blinked, then her eyes widened.
As Limon’s hand swept through his hair, it transformed from white to black. The change didn’t stop there. The sharp edges of his gaze softened.
The coldness in his face was replaced by a haughty elegance. The detached, almost otherworldly aura shifted, becoming arrogant and cynical.
The white-haired swordsman, radiating killing intent, was gone. In his place stood a black-haired nobleman, exuding an air of careless arrogance. And looking at that familiar face, Eugene’s jaw dropped.
“…Partner? What are you doing here?”
“I asked you first.”
“I’m working.”
“Working.”
Limon, taken aback by the straightforward answer, looked around at the devastated lobby, at Yo Ouin and the other injured members of the Black Dragon Clan.
“You mean rampaging and killing people?”
“Yep, that’s my mission.”
“And your last mission was killing people at Black Dragon Construction?”
“How did you know?”
Eugene blinked, surprised, like a teenager caught moonlighting. There was no guilt, no remorse.
Limon sighed.
“…My life is such a mess. One moment of carelessness, and this is what happens.”
“Partner, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just a headache.”
“A headache? Why?”
Eugene, concerned by his unusual behavior, asked worriedly. Yo Ouin and the Silent Dragon Unit stared at them, stunned.
The crazed woman who had been rampaging moments before was now acting friendly with someone?
‘That treacherous…!’
‘The audacity!’
‘Don’t be fooled, Sword Saint!’
They were so outraged they didn’t even question the strangeness of Eugene’s familiarity with Limon.
Fortunately, Limon responded to Eugene’s concern with a cold voice.
“Some crazy bitch broke into my in-laws’ place and tried to kill everyone.”
“Crazy! Who? Tell me! I’ll teach her a lesson!”
Eugene, indignant, as if someone had broken into her own home, offered her help.
Limon said softly,
“You.”
“Okay, I’ll teach me a lesson!”
“No, you are that crazy bitch.”
“…WHAT?”
Eugene, completely bewildered, blinked owlishly beneath her bear skin cloak.
“Remember I told you about my fiancée?”
“The rich one?”
“Yes, she’s the Black Dragon Princess of the Seven Dragons Association. So, the Black Dragon Clan are my in-laws, and their affiliates are my in-laws’ businesses.”
“…Oh.”
“In other words, you screwed me over. Big time.”
Eugene’s eyes darted around, finally understanding the situation. She scratched her head sheepishly.
“Um… sorry? Didn’t mean to.”
The Silent Dragon Unit radiated killing intent. If Yo Ouin hadn’t raised a hand to stop them, it wouldn’t have ended there. But Limon didn’t react to the insincere apology.
He simply said,
“Save your empty apologies.”
“I am sorry, Partner.”
“You’re not going to stop or surrender.”
“Nope, can’t do that. It’s my mission.”
Regardless of Limon’s relationship with the Black Dragon Clan, it was an order from ‘above.’ She couldn’t disobey.
Limon narrowed his eyes.
“Why?”
“Huh? What?”
“Why are you following the orders of scum like the Liberation Brigade?”
He had known from the start that Eugene was a high-level player. Her ability to wield that heavy guitar and her boundless stamina were clear indicators. But he had never considered her a Specter, or even a criminal.
Not because he trusted her, but because he knew her.
“You never cared about anything but music.”
She was obsessed with music, willing to starve rather than sell her songs for money, yet happy to work a part-time job at a cafe if she felt like it.
Passionate, to put it mildly.
A complete nutcase, to be blunt, who cared nothing for anything unrelated to music. That was Eugene.
“But I do care about this.”
“Care about what?”
“Can’t tell you. Personal reasons.”
“…I see.”
Limon nodded.
He still didn’t understand why Eugene had joined the Liberation Brigade. But he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t stop, no matter what he said. She would complete her mission, even if it cost her life.
He gave up on reasoning with her. He flicked his sword.
“Then come at me.”
“Come at you? Why would I fight my Partner?”
“Because you’ll have to kill me to complete your mission.”
Eugene blinked, surprised by the obvious statement.
“Oh, is that how it works?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a problem. If I kill you, we can’t perform together anymore.”
“You’re not going to abandon your mission. And I’m not going to let you continue this rampage. One of us has to die here.”
“Hmm…”
Eugene, seeing the unwavering resolve in Limon’s eyes, wracked her brain for a solution. Then she brightened.
“Oh, I know!”
She grinned, her usual cheerful self.
“I’ll just cripple you!”
She winked.
As long as his hands, arms, and head were intact, he could still play, right? Losing his legs wouldn’t be a problem.
“That way, you don’t die, and I complete my mission. Win-win!”
There was no pretense, no deception, just genuine goodwill from a friend and partner. But Limon remained unmoved.
He had known for a while that something was wrong with Eugene. He had simply ignored it, believing it was just her eccentricity, her obsession with music. But now, she was his enemy, a murderer obsessed with blood and carnage.
“Try it.”
And now that he knew, his course of action was clear.
“If you can survive my sword.”
He, who had mercilessly cut down friend and foe alike for centuries, the last Sword Master standing after the deaths of twelve others.
Limon Asphelder drew his sword against his former friend.
A grim battle was about to begin, a fight to the death.
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