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"But I'm sorry, because my willfulness left the responsibility of the Sword Saint to you." Thinking of the smiling teenager in front of him carrying his own name to fulfill his responsibilities, the red-haired girl's eyes suddenly darkened a little. As if thinking of something from the past, the smile on the corners of his mouth gradually faded. In its place is an expression called indebtedness.

When he heard the red-haired girl's words, the black-haired boy shook his head slightly, and then frowned slightly, with an expression called memory on his face.

......

The pungent smell of blood permeated the battlefield, and the beautiful plains that had been calm and peaceful turned into a purgatory on earth under this violent conflict. The sound of gold and iron clashing continued, and the roar of the soldiers was everywhere.

Compared to these veterans, the black armored swordsmen who first entered the battlefield were not as skilled as they thought. The golden sword in his hand attracted a large number of enemies for him, perhaps thinking that it was a good opportunity to obtain merit.

Raising the halberd in his hand, a strong half-orc soldier attacked the black-armored swordsman from a distance of ten meters.

"Drink!"

Leaning forward, he skillfully aimed the halberd in his hand at the point of the black-armored swordsman. The force under his feet burst out with great force, and then rushed over. The halberd in his hand stabbed at the part that had been aiming for a long time. Bit.

Looking at the black-armored swordsman's unconscious movements, the strong half-orc soldier suddenly cracked an exaggerated arc at the corner of his mouth. "Battle merit is in hand!" The thought flooded his head.

"Oh!"

A golden glow flashed on the halberd, and then the sharp halberd broke in response. "What?" The half-orc couldn't help but stop, looked at the black-armored swordsman, and then reacted and quickly turned and fled.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the golden sword body couldn't help but stain red. But soon a golden electric light flashed on this sword, and then disappeared. After the half-orc fell to the ground, he turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the black-armored swordsman's face, showing fear and regret for why he had picked this opponent.

Drawing his sword casually, the black-armored swordsman looked around.

In this crimson world, the air is mixed with the smell of burnt flesh and the bloody smell brought by a large amount of blood. Blood and flames brought an ominous aura to this plain.

The black-armored swordsman pulled out the long sword in his hand to make an attacking gesture, and the helmet that completely covered his face nodded gently, as if he had made up his mind.

"Croak!"

As a result, golden electric rays flew in the crimson world, flashing a Terran soldier from time to time. Then an enemy fell. On the wound, however, there was no scorched sword wound.

"Is this the Sword Saint? It's too strong. The soldiers around who noticed the movements of the black-armored swordsman couldn't help but look away, with a dull expression on their faces.

The black figure constantly moves through the enemy army as if it does not need to evade attacks. Every time you raise the blade in your hand, it will inevitably be accompanied by a golden electric light, and then the enemy you contact will fall.

Only using the actions of "stab, split, pick", although not gorgeous, but very effective. Harness the sword in your hand with incredible speed. Constantly sweeping the surrounding subhuman soldiers.

Gradually, not only the enemy retreated in the face of this figure, but even his own soldiers gave way. It seems to be a stage for this figure.

"Chong, follow the Sword Saint!"

The Kingdom Army, which was originally slightly weakened under the attack of the Subterrans, soon became the side of the counterattack. Or to follow the footsteps of that figure, the morale was like a rainbow for a while, and in a short time, the originally menacing subhuman army was defeated.

The soldiers recognized the power of the sword saint, and most of the subsequent battles repeated this scene. Even if you encounter a dangerous trap or a powerful magic envoy, you can win by following behind this sword master. This realization penetrated deep into the hearts of the soldiers.

Lynn also carried the name of "Sword Saint" to one battlefield after another without stopping, and his heart became more and more disgusted with the title of Sword Saint. It doesn't feel good to be expected by all, to be imposed expectations. If you can't do it, you will face endless harshness, which is the pressure brought by the name of "Sword Saint". What's more, it was just a young girl who was supposed to enjoy the flower season to bear all this.

Therefore, Lynn has no complaints, or some rejoicing, about coming to this era by mistake. Because....

Detached from the memories, he set his gaze on the red-haired girl standing beside him. Looking at her guilty expression, she couldn't help but raise her right hand and put it on her neatly combed smooth red hair.

Like a fine silk touch. Sense, mixed with the red-haired girl's somewhat shocked expression. The black-haired boy couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time his right hand did not stop, until he kneaded his neat hair into a mess.

"Then, if I hadn't replaced you as a Sword Saint, would you have picked up the sword?" Lynn tilted her head to look at Theresia, who was a few feet away, and asked softly.

"I....... Theresia's blue eyes widened slightly, and she was indeed speechless. Looking at the young man in front of him, there seemed to be a trace of mist in the corners of his eyes. She understood how much tolerance she had been given, or how lucky she really was. When there is no escape, there is a place to hold the baggage again.

How not to be moved, I feel that the corners of my eyes seem to be a little moist. She just wants to pursue what she likes, inexplicably being chosen, and then doing what she least likes. If this person does not appear, she will eventually accept it silently, and after sacrificing enough people, when she can't escape, she will eventually pick up the sword.

"But don't think about it now, it's over, isn't it. So, there's no need to think about these things anymore. It's better to watch the flowers wait for the Sword Saint to protect them away. Lynn laughed again, and the curve of the corners of her mouth showed that she was in a good mood. Winked at Theresia, as if asking how about this proposal?

"Hmm!" Theresa nodded emphatically and picked up the powder. Tender lips. Probably there couldn't have been a better way for her. The unclear emotion in the eyes that looked at Lynn was several more points.

Greeting the warm daylight, the girl with long red hair showed a smile to the black-haired boy in front of her with a smile that even the gods admired for his beauty. _

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