episode_0086

The next morning.

Lukewarm dawn air flowed in through the crack in the window and lingered at Ryu-shin Jung’s nose.

He opened his eyes.

It was already getting bright as it was a summer dawn.

“Aigo, my arm.”

His muscles were stiff and sore because he had worked his butt off at the swordsmanship association yesterday.

Still, he should have regained some strength after a good night’s rest, but strangely, he had no strength in his arm.

“Rin?”

“Chirp…chirp.”

Rin was clinging tightly to Ryu-shin Jung’s arm, shaking her head from side to side.

“Rin, are you sick somewhere?”

Rin gave a resentful look to Ryu-shin Jung’s question.

“Chirp chirp!”

“What’s wrong?”

What did I do?

Could it be?

Did I unconsciously move my hand around all night and massage Rin?

He felt sorry when he realized.

“Rin, I’m sorry.”

He raised his hand and gently stroked Rin’s head.

“Chirp.”

Rin, whose head was pressed down, trembled and buried her face in the bed.

Rin was completely spread out like well-cooked mochi rice cake.

Ryu-shin Jung patted Rin’s butt once and got up.

He changed his clothes and went down to the first floor, where Tarman was cleaning the store.

“Tarman.”

“Scar.”

He went to the kitchen and greeted Anne, then went out to the yard and warmed up.

He stretched thoroughly, and as the muscles that had stiffened overnight loosened, he slowly ran around the yard.

“Hoo. Hoo.”

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

While circling the yard, he recalled the conversation he had with Ashur, the head of the Swordsmanship Association, last night.

‘Change your thinking. There is a reason why your gesture is like that. It is right to think that your subconscious, which constantly seeks out the other person’s weaknesses, has been revealed.’

‘Ashur-nim, I think that’s slander. I am an honorable prosecutor.’

‘Enough with the bullshit. An honest prosecutor does not covet his teacher’s belly.’

‘Yes.’

He circled the entire yard, then stood in place and caught his breath.

“Good.”

Ryu-shin Jung pulled out his longsword and swung it.

Whoo-oong!

At first glance, it looked like a sloppy posture. It was closer to a sword dance.

The same dance he danced after defeating all the assassins in the labyrinth.

In fact, it was an act to reflect on the flow of the sword he realized while blocking the bolts.

The assassins, whose heads were already smashed, had no way of knowing.

Again.

He recalled the fights he had experienced up until now. It was never boring and always new. Because he won.

There are things to learn from failure.

There were also things to learn from success.

If the former was reviewed with the feeling of chewing on bitter bile. The latter was the feeling of a bear gobbling up sweet honey.

He imagined the Dark Elf, a commoner he had fought in the last fight, and swung his sword.

Swaeeeeeeeeck!!!

Sword light scattered with sweat.

When his back was soaked, he put the sword away and took off his top.

Push-ups and squats.

30 reps per set. 10 sets each.

It was a small amount of exercise for the day. But he had been doing it steadily for months.

He felt the muscles all over his body burning.

A shimmering heat emanated from his sweat-soaked body.

“Three…three hundred! Done!”

He staggered to his feet, catching his breath, and washed his body at the well.

“Scar, have a good day.”

“Okay. Take good care of the store.”

“Yes.”

After finishing breakfast, he was seen off by Tarman and ran to the temple.

“Thank you for your hard work in class today.”

““Yes! Teacher Mion! Thank you.””

Orphanage class ended at lunchtime.

The children left the classroom with Mion’s greetings.

Ryu-shin Jung also quickly left the classroom and went to the temple cafeteria for lunch.

After lunch, he rested for a while and started studying with Mion alone.

Thump!

Mion put a thick book down on the desk.

“Here! I brought a book about the list of monsters in the ‘Forest’ area.”

Ryu-shin Jung’s eyes widened.

“It’s huge.”

“The deeper you go into the labyrinth, the more diverse monsters appear. I brought it because I thought you might find children’s fairy tales boring. Of course, you should keep reading fairy tales steadily.”

“Thank you.”

“Shall we look at it together?”

“Yes.”

Mion and Ryu-shin Jung started flipping through the book, sitting close together.

Ryu-shin Jung concentrated instantly.

It described the types, ecology, and appearance of monsters that appear in the forest area. It was a strong academic approach.

Mion glanced at Scar.

He was staring at the book with a serious look and taking notes, but with his other hand, he was stroking her thigh.

“···It’s a green worm. It mainly bites people’s skin with its sharp mouth and goes deep into the body…hee!”

Scar’s hand gripped her thigh tightly. The soft flesh of her thigh was pressed tightly, and the inside of her stomach twisted.

The dignified hand did not stop there and began to slowly creep inside her thigh.

Mion’s mouth went dry.

If I spread my legs here?

Disqualification as a priestess.

An unmarried, chaste maiden sitting vulgarly next to a man and spreading her legs.

That is absurd.

But.

Mion’s tongue lightly licked her lips.

‘If…if it’s just a little bit?’

She slightly opened the thighs she had been squeezing tightly.

Whether it was because of summer or for some other reason, hot heat was rising from her tight priestess uniform.

Scar’s hand crept slowly inside.

As if wanting to clearly let her know where it was going, he gently pressed it with his finger.

“Hoo. Hoo!”

Mion let out a rough breath and leaned on Ryu-shin Jung’s body.

Without realizing it, she wrapped her arm around Ryu-shin Jung’s arm and wedged her heavy chest between them.

His firm, muscular arm.

Her heart was pounding.

‘I…is it coming!’

Mion turned her head and exhaled roughly.

The true juice secretion signaling device between the plump labia majora, wrapped in a tight T-panty line, popped out its head.

The very moment his rough finger was about to touch it.

“Oh!”

Ryu-shin Jung came to his senses and looked at Mion.

In an instant, his dignified arm slipped out of her aching crotch.

“I…I’m sorry. I still lack training, so it’s difficult to control the side effects.”

“Ah…”

A sigh of regret escaped from Mion’s lips at Ryu-shin Jung’s apology.

Mion closed her empty thighs and kept brushing her ear.

“Ah…no. It’s okay. Shall we move on to the next one then?”

“Yes.”

“This monster is…”

In an awkward atmosphere, the study about the forest area continued.

After about 2 hours.

Ryu-shin Jung finished his lesson with Mion and got up from his seat.

For some reason, Mion was sitting in her seat.

“Teacher Mion, thank you. I learned a lot today.”

“Ah…no. I’m glad I could help.”

Mion looked at Ryu-shin Jung’s back as he left, then lowered her head and buried her face on the book.

“···What am I doing?”

Mion’s nape, revealed between her swaying blonde hair, was reddened.

* * *

Ryu-shin Jung left the temple and ran to the Swordsmanship Association.

“You’re late. Can’t you come a little faster?”

Ashur, who was lying on the reception desk, peeked out his head and looked at Ryu-shin Jung.

“I’m sorry.”

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

Ryu-shin Jung went to the training ground and repeated sparring with Ashur.

Clang!!!

Clang!!!

As he collided swords as if possessed, the sun had already set and the moon had risen.

Late at night, Ryu-shin Jung, who was completely exhausted, knelt on the spot.

“Keuheok!!!”

All the strength in his body was gone and he couldn’t get up.

Ashur turned his back and opened his mouth.

“Good job. See you tomorrow.”

“Hoo…hoo…Please wait a moment. There’s something I want to ask.”

He hesitated whether to say it or not, but there was no other way.

Sacred Weapon.

He was going to keep it as a secret technique, but Ashur seemed to already know about it.

A life-or-death engraving. But he hasn’t had a chance to use it lately.

No.

It should be seen as he couldn’t use it.

There was one serious flaw.

Time limit.

The fatal flaw that he couldn’t engage in sword fights due to the short time of 3 seconds.

Another disadvantage was that it took time to recast it after the summoned weapon disappeared.

A technique specialized only in attacking and exploiting weaknesses.

Its limitations were clear.

But he racked his brains and came up with one way.

Block everything with parrying.

Gather magic power in his hand, summon the Sacred Weapon, and immediately read the opponent’s attack and block or deflect it in advance.

Ryu-shin Jung explained his thoughts to Ashur.

Ashur looked bewildered.

“Do you think that’s possible?”

“Why not?”

“Putting aside the sufficient magic power, the engraving casting speed, reaction speed, the ability to read the flow of the weapon, and the skill of handling the sword all combined would barely allow you to use it once. How is that possible?”

“I can now use parrying too.”

“Was that wobbly sword dance this morning a parrying practice?”

‘Crazy stalker elf.’

It’s not even surprising anymore.

“Guild leader, it may look slow, but it’s not that bad.”

“Haa. Okay, I understand for now. Since your posture is already very stable, we can move on to the next stage.”

“What’s the next stage?”

“Sparring.”

“Who am I sparring with?”

“There are plenty of sparring partners. Do you know that the Swordsmanship Association members want to spar with you? This is a good opportunity.”

“···Ashur-nim!”

Ryu-shin Jung’s voice trembled with emotion. His heart was burning with the fact that he could finally move forward.

“Sparring is just sparring, so don’t violate the other person just because they lost.”

“···Ashur-nim.”

The emotion disappeared in an instant.

Ashur chuckled and tapped Ryu-shin Jung’s shoulder once, then turned his body.

“Good job. Try that Sacred Weapon thing once too. If it doesn’t work, you can just find a good sword and use it well.”

Ashur finished speaking, took a casual stroll, and left the training ground.

Ryu-shin Jung also got up and left the training ground.

He walked along the dark street and returned to the inn.

He cleaned himself up and lay down on the bed. Rin was not to be seen.

Where did she go?

Did she go to Ingrid?

If so, that was fortunate. He gave her a hard massage last night, so there was nothing to worry about.

As he closed his eyes, darkness came.

* * *

3 weeks had passed.

There were no major changes in his daily life.

Sitting and studying with Mion.

Sparring with association members. They were all people who had something to offer, so it wasn’t easy, but he gained a lot from it. It was a valuable time of training to melt the experience gained from battle into skill.

“Good.”

Ryu-shin Jung sat at the table, clenching and unclenching his hands.

His sun-tanned skin wriggled with muscle.

Completely different arm from when he first came to the labyrinth.

It was a warrior’s arm.

As Ashur advised, working hard made it easier to control his arm.

Creak.

The inn door opened and Short-Nose entered.

Short-Nose had a bag with a teddy bear face embroidered on his shoulder.

“Scar.”

“Did you come?”

“I brought the backpack as you said.”

“Perfect.”

Ryu-shin Jung received the backpack and smiled broadly.

The leather backpack that the assassins were carrying.

As a result of entrusting Short-Nose with appraising it, it was a backpack with expansion magic cast on it.

Since it was stolen goods, he entrusted it to a repair shop and decorated it according to his taste.

As he went deeper into the labyrinth, he would have to stay longer, so it was a magic backpack needed for explorers.

It wasn’t a very good backpack though.

It was definitely an item that would help when entering the mid-level.

Ryu-shin Jung raised his head.

“How’s the atmosphere on the street these days?”

“It’s the same as usual. There’s a bit of a hustle and bustle because the Blue Moon Festival is in a month.”

Blue Moon?

“What’s the Blue Moon Festival?”

“It’s a summer festival. It’s the day when several spirit gods ascend to the night sky and bless the safety and prosperity of their believers.”

“Really? Should our store do something too?”

“Yes. Many people are expected to come from outside. It’s a great opportunity to increase sales.”

“Okay, I understand. Will you help? I’ll give you a generous reward.”

“I will work hard.”

Short-Nose smiled and answered.

Ryu-shin Jung put on his bag and got up from his seat.

All the preparations were finished.

He gained knowledge of the forest area through Mion.

He honed his skills by working hard at the Swordsmanship Association.

What was left.

To find a new friend.

‘I hope this time it’s a normal friend.’

At that time.

Clunk!

The inn door opened.

Ryu-shin Jung turned his head and looked at the person who was approaching.

“You’re…?”

Ryu-shin Jung’s eyes widened.

“It’s been a while, Scar.”

The iron-masked man said with a smiling voice.

The person suspected to be the First Prince continued.

“Still a romantic?”

“···Suddenly?”

Perhaps because he was a well-educated person, his insulting skills were also artistic.

But.

To suddenly barge into someone else’s business and ask if they are still a virgin.

Does this iron mask have no heart?

Ryu-shin Jung’s expression hardened.

“What’s the matter?”

“One person is missing from our party. Come join us.”

The iron mask held out his hand.