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“Are you interested in becoming my disciple?”

Everyone’s shocked gaze turns in this direction.

That’s how shocking Francis’ proposal was.

He has no disciples.

There are plenty of people who have learned one or two moves, but I have not handed over my true self to any of them.

When asked why he did not have disciples, he always answered:

-“There is no person that stands out.”

To him, a disciple was not simply someone who inherited the season.

He hoped for a disciple who could surpass him.

I dreamed of being taught by me, gaining strength, and ultimately surpassing myself, literally becoming a blue-blooded herb.

Therefore, even the geniuses around him had no choice but to not be satisfied.

The man himself, Francis Meyer, was a genius who only comes along once in a hundred years.

“I see sprouts in you.”

Such a being offered me a position as his disciple.

That means.

“I feel the potential to easily surpass me.”

“… … !”

As I said before, Francis Maier is not a person who makes false statements.

No, on the contrary, he is so bad at lying that he is so honest that people around him scoff at him.

That’s why these words were such a great stimulus to me.

The person I admired so much recognized me.

Is there any greater joy in the world than this?

“How about, would you like to learn from me?”

His subtle question continues again.

The answer has already been decided.

“I refuse.”

“Oh.”

Francis is taken aback, as if he didn’t know he would refuse.

Then, you can hear the reactions of those around you.

“What did you answer just now?”

“Rejected… They say they do it?”

“What, Francis?”

“… Has that friend suffered a mental attack?”

From their reactions, I can feel how great Francis Maier’s influence is here.

As a rule of thumb, she is just below or on the same level as a saint.

If the saint is a spiritual supporter, is Francis Meyer a colleague to whom one can entrust one’s life without hesitation?

“Umm… , it’s a big deal. This is an unexpected scenario.”

Francis Maier scratches his brilliant blonde hair with a disgruntled expression.

He asked again.

“Could you please tell me the reason?”

It’s a reason.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

“The road is different.”

Because the paths he and I take are different.

Son Si-woo, who risked his life swinging a sword, is no longer there.

Wouldn’t it be too much of a waste of the talent this body has?

A strange look appears in his eyes when he hears my answer.

“Now that I think about it, your energy is not only filled with the sharpness of a swordsman.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them and a faint smile is drawn on his lips.

“The wizard’s unique mystique is also evident.”

“Hey, Dojin is as good at using magic as he is at swordsmanship.”

Angela takes the initiative and speaks braggingly before I even open my mouth.

“… Why are you proud?”

“I’m not bragging, I’m just letting you know.”

“No, but the way she spoke sounded like a wife bragging about her husband.”

“No?”

“That’s right?”

what.

These childish people.

It was about the time when they were in the middle of a fight.

“Are you all enjoying it?”

Just by hearing it, a voice that feels like a warm breeze blowing through your chest resonates throughout the banquet hall.

“Saint!”

A saint who was unable to move, surrounded by the crowd attending the church meeting, appeared.

“You’ve finally arrived.”

“I’ve been waiting so desperately for you to come!”

“Hehe, if you’ve lost a lot, I should take a look at it, right?”

Ha ha ha ha ha!

People who smile brightly even at trivial jokes.

It probably means that to them, her presence is that much of a joy.

A saint who talks to each person one by one, similar to the time of the altar meeting.

Her last destination was here.

“Long time no see, Sir Francis.”

“Nice to meet you, saint. How long has it been like this?”

“Because this is the first time since the last exchange meeting… , I guess it’s been about 10 months.”

“Ha… , As I get older, I feel the passage of time more keenly.”

“Hehe, Sir Francis, you still have plenty of time.”

“That’s right, but… , Just because you live long doesn’t mean it’s good.”

His gaze, smiling bitterly, turns to me.

“My confidence in my skills was completely lost after seeing this friend.”

“I guess you’ve already talked to Hunter Dojin Kim.”

“Is it just talk? I asked him to join me as a disciple and he even kicked me hard, haha!”

“Oh my.”

A gaze full of surprise felt beyond the veil.

“Is that really true?”

“Hehe… , He flatly refused, saying the path was different.”

“Ah… , I see.”

A saintess looks at me and nods her head slightly as if in agreement.

Francis’ words continue over her face.

“But that seemed like an excuse.”

The atmosphere freezes at a sudden word.

The saint, surprised by this, trembles and asks again.

“Yes? What is that… ?”

“At first, I was convinced that it was because the path was different, and that there was nothing I could do about it.”

His eyes turn to me.

It didn’t look like he was in a bad mood.

Rather, he has an innocent look on his face, as if he is so happy about this situation that he can’t bear it.

“My friend would have rejected my offer even if all he had was a sword. Right?”

Look at this guy.

… You have a very sharp sense of humor.

As it is in front of everyone, answer in a cautious tone.

“Maybe.”

It’s just as he said.

Even if I had received the same offer from Son Si-woo during my time, I probably would have rejected it.

Are you embarrassed to be a student of the same age?

no.

If I need to learn and am desperate, I can learn from even a three-year-old.

My swordsmanship is a tower built from what I learned from the beginning.

so that.

“If it’s a mountain you have to climb, I want to climb it with what I have.”

The pride I have in what I have cannot be compared to the best in the world.

“It’s quite a challenging statement, that is.”

Rather than being offended by words that at first glance seemed like a declaration of war, Francis puts a smile on his face.

I understand now.

What kind of person is Francis Meyer?

He is a lonely man.

He has ascended to a very high position and stands alone.

It’s even more lonely because everyone just looks up to you and doesn’t think about standing on the same level.

It’s probably in the same context that you want a student with the potential to surpass you.

And wouldn’t my words be different to that person?

“I felt it from the first time I saw it, but I really like it.”

“Me too.”

“Huh?”

“I also had a good feeling from the first time I saw Francis.”

he laughs

“Hahaha! Did you hear, saint? I liked it.”

“I’m looking forward to it. The bud of friendship that will bloom between you two.”

“Friendship… .”

His eyes turn to me again.

“Do you tend to consider age differences in friendship?”

After understanding what he means, he smiles and shakes his head in response.

“It can’t be.”

“It was good!”

Francis, delighted, joins the outstretched hands.

“We will be friends from now on, right? Young friend.”

You are a young friend.

So what should I call you?

“Yes, an older friend.”

I was about to call him an old friend, but I held back.

It’s sad to get older, but it would be rude to say you’re old.

Another hand covers the strong handshake.

I raised my head and looked at the owner of the hand.

“… Saint?”

She is a saint.

“I’m jealous because I’m just watching. Didn’t you both see me first?”

“Uh, um.”

“That’s right, but… .”

“So, I do the same. Friends regardless of age difference. After time passes, it won’t be a bad thing to have a friendship that transcends everything.”

“Oh… There’s something romantic about that, right? How about young friend?”

“Is it good?”

A friend who transcends everything.

Is that really possible?

Even if we knew that I was an apostle of the Seven Deadly Sins, would we be able to join hands like we do now?

It was time to hide the slight feeling of skepticism deep in my heart and just capture this moment in my heart.

“Oh, wait a minute! If that’s the case, I’ll do the same!”

Angela jumps in late.

But her hand was blocked.

By the hand of none other than Francis.

“You can’t do it.”

“No, why can’t I?!”

“You are a little boy to me, you guy.”

“So let’s go beyond that!”

“I can’t do that even if I die.”

“Then die!”

“Hmph, with your skills, you shouldn’t be able to wake up from death?”

Then the two people pull out real swords.

Angela exclaims.

“Good old Merlin! Please make a duel arena here!”

“Wow, all of these people just prey on old people.”

“Oh, quick!”

“Go, go!”

The atmosphere was created.

Two people staring intently at each other.

And their colleagues start betting while looking at them.

“Where are you going to bet?”

“What are you asking? Of course it’s Francis.”

“Me too!”

… Can that make a bet?

Two people clash in a noisy atmosphere.

Kaang!

visor!

Cooo!

In the beginning, Angela, who charged forward with her shield clutched, seemed to be doing quite well, but it was as expected.

Francis’ sword pierced her defenses as if it were funny.

It is not simply a difference in ability, but only through advanced swordsmanship.

surprising.

They say they don’t mean it to each other, but they can play around with Angela so easily.

Then, a question suddenly arose and I asked the saint who was enjoying watching the two fight next to me.

“Saint.”

“Yes, please say so.”

“Is Mr. Francis also an apostle of the 7th Great Goodwill?”

She nods.

“That’s right. Excluding myself, I am the first apostle to join the Guardians.”

“If I ask your name… ?”

After a pause, she gave the answer to the question.

“He is an apostle of humility. He is a warm person who is stronger than anyone else, humbles himself infinitely, and never loses kindness to everyone regardless of superiors or superiors.”

It’s humility.

“Hahaha! Did I tell you?! Even if you die and wake up, you won’t do it to me, you bastard!”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Very humble, yes.