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Episode 29. I’m sorry… I think I’m going to get dirty…

Well, that’s fucking crappy.

The sight of Francesca struggling before my eyes was so ugly.

The tip of the sword shakes along with the pupils. Although it is not on the level of Eclay or Deus, it is called a famous sword, and although it has a sufficient sword, its power was not utilized properly.

“Did you take on the challenge with such poor skills? At that point, what on earth were you thinking when you accepted my challenge by swearing at me?”

“Shut up!!”

At my words, Francesca swung her sword.

However, the swordsmanship was a mess. Not only was he unable to properly reach his target because the tip of his sword was shaking, but his speed naturally dropped because he was caught up in his emotions and applied too much force.

The swordsman does not handle the sword properly.

It was comical to see Francesca trying to beat herself by calling herself a prosecutor on such a topic.

“It doesn’t suit me.”

Huh!!

Once again, Francesca’s sword cut through the air.

Francesca’s techniques all focus on speed. Her sword matched that sword technique. Baekseol was also made lighter than an ordinary sword.

Even though it doesn’t have the same power as a great sword.

Francesca’s swordsmanship would have been difficult to deal with. I was confident that I would win, but it would have been difficult to overwhelm me like I did now.

However, Francesca in front of me was not showing even 10% of her skills.

As a swordsman, he cannot properly demonstrate his sword skills. It didn’t matter what the reason was… To do that in this situation where the stakes are high.

“You mean I can do whatever I want?”

Francesca’s face turned pale when she saw my smile.

Um, did it show on your face?

I thought about it for a while, but came to the conclusion that it didn’t really matter, and immediately swung Deus.

Because that bitch can’t beat me anyway.

*****

What had to be done was clear.

I win over the man in front of me. He proves his strength as a swordsman and is recognized by the person he admires. To be recognized as being right.

Francesca swung her sword.

“Ha… ha… .”

But every time I swing the sword.

someone says

I can’t win.

Even though I desperately denied it in my head, my own eyes as I looked at the man in front of me began to change for sure.

A strange feeling arises in my heart.

It was a feeling that had bloomed several times already. However, it was not a feeling towards Park Dae-yang. At the very least, it was a feeling that should not have arisen towards Park Dae-yang.

For Francesca, this feeling is.

The woman he admires. Only one person should be allowed. Even though I might have feelings for someone else… You shouldn’t fall for that man.

As a prosecutor, as a woman.

My instincts were warning me that I shouldn’t harbor such feelings towards that man.

“Kaaah!!!”

“Is it barely possible to fail at this level!? There is a degree to even sloppy things!!”

The jet black sword moves. Although she could clearly recognize it with her own two eyes, Francesca could not react. It was much slower than his own swordsmanship, but… It was perfect.

I’m sure you’ll say it’s nonsense.

This wasn’t just Francesca’s idea.

Anyone with even the slightest knowledge of swords would evaluate Park Dae-yang’s swordsmanship that way.

It’s perfect.

Park Dae-yang’s skills in performing it are lacking compared to other heroes, but his skills are not inferior to those of the heroes.

A sword technique created solely to utilize Deus.

He didn’t even consider whether he could spread it or not, rather than passing it on to others. The swordsmanship, based solely on what was suitable for the sword, was so perfect that it struck the swordsmen in the back.

“Uuaaaa!!!”

I denied that thought.

At least Francesca had to deny it. Even if it was a contradiction as a prosecutor, it seemed like it would be a big problem if she didn’t deny it as a woman.

Recognizing it as a prosecutor.

withdraw. I felt like it had to be that way.

Deny everything. I calm my shaking mind by thinking that the man in front of me is a third-rate scoundrel who does not need to be respected as a prosecutor.

Francesca’s eyes slowly began to calm down.

My violently shaking heart stabilizes and the tip of the sword becomes stable. There was no problem now. Build an image to win over the man in front of you.

Build an image of victory.

Project the image of someone you admire onto yourself.

There is no way he would lose.

It was clear that the president he admired would beat the man in front of him. Because that man was a normal person, neither great nor extraordinary like the chairman.

After finishing her thoughts, Francesca looked at Daeyang Park with cold eyes.

Park Dae-yang smiled at the eyes that gave a faint sense of life.

“Khahaha!! After all that happened, do you think you can do anything now that you’re upset?”

There was no need to react to an unusual provocation. Because what’s in front of you is a third-rate bastard. It was a loss for us to accept every word a bastard with a rag in his mouth said.

Francesca, holding a snowflake, took a stance.

Not even any emotion bloomed in his cold eyes. I was no longer embarrassed or angry. The students of the Mugung club who saw this spoke in low voices.

“You look like the president… .”

The strongest person in the Mugung club.

He was the same person Francesca admired.

I took a step. The fastest you can achieve it yourself. A simple stab using it. However, the body strengthened by magical power made it possible to achieve speeds that cannot be achieved by ordinary humans.

It is embarrassing to call it the speed of sound.

However, that sword definitely reached the level of a hero.

At least the students couldn’t look at the sword with their own eyes, and only the instructors, who called themselves heroes, could barely catch it.

So is it settled?

“A sloppy bitch remains sloppy even when she grows up.”

Teong-!!!

The decision has been made.

Snow White flew in the sky. The instructors sighed as they realized that the sword that was supposed to be in Francesca’s hand had risen into the sky.

Francesca’s skills.

No, the speed was perfect.

Even among heroes, there are not many people who can reach that level of speed. Even the instructors could have lost out to Francesca when it came to speed.

But the problem is that that is all.

No matter how fast it was, Francesca’s skill was not enough to control it. Therefore, all that could be done was to throw the sword at full speed.

It was definitely difficult to recognize the sword.

Even Park Dae-yang, no matter how much his potential has increased, cannot properly capture a sword of that speed. But it was possible to get rid of it.

Park Dae-yang’s sword made it possible.

Although the Ego Sword was no different from a newborn that had just been born, Deus lived with the sword for over 100 years.

Even the prosecutor who handled her was an undisputed hero.

Three generations of outrageous monsters and villains have been defeated by such a woman.

This meant that reacting to the sword of a young hero who couldn’t even control his own speed was no problem.

“… Ah.”

Francesca’s eyes return.

A character you admire, written to suppress your emotions. Little by little, Francesca peeked her head out from under the chairman’s mask.

What happened?

Why is my snow white flying in the sky?

I definitely should have defeated Park Dae-yang.

Even though I recognized it with my own two eyes, I denied it.

That shouldn’t have happened. He stood in front of Park Dae-yang as the person he admired. If that’s the case, at least we shouldn’t have lost like this.

Losing as Francesca?

It was shameful and humiliating, but understandable. Because I knew she wasn’t good enough yet. If it is his defeat that has barely touched the toes of the person he admires.

I could have admitted it.

“No… No… !!”

But this time, Francesca attacked Park Dae-yang, the man she admired.

Even if it was just for a moment, he had the power of a hero. That was definitely the speed of the chairman he admired… Francesca denied it.

Francesca, who was not in her right mind, thought that even that defeat was the president’s defeat.

Foolishly.

Step by step… Step by step… .

Daeyang Park burst into laughter as he walked towards Francesca, who was sitting on the floor.

Francesca’s heart pounded like crazy when she saw Park Dae-yang approaching her with his beloved sword in one hand. The two eyes were shaking like aspen trees, arousing Francesca’s fear.

“I lost. What are you going to do?”

“Ah… Ah… .”

No words came out. The fact that I was defeated by myself was something I talked about before.

‘Listen to anything the loser says.’

“It’s a sloppy year, but… It looks pretty delicious.”

“Ah… !!”

I understood that.

Francesca, who was not pure, understood Park Dae-yang’s words as sexual… He closed his eyes tightly and apologized to the woman he admired.

‘sorry… President.’

I think it will get dirty… .