Chapter 500 – Exchange Meeting (9)
“Are you planning on 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 didn’t have disciples, he always answered like this.
-“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 herb.
So, even the surrounding geniuses had no choice but to not get angry.
The man himself, Francis Meyer, was a genius who only comes along once in a hundred years.
“You can see the buds.”
Such a being offered me a position as a disciple.
That means.
“I feel the potential to easily surpass me.”
“… !”
As I said before, Francis Maier is not one to lie.
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 acknowledged me.
Is there any greater joy in the world than this?
“How about you learn from me?”
His subtle question continues again.
The answer has already been decided.
“I refuse.”
“Oh.”
Francis is embarrassed, 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?”
“Refuse… “They say they do it?”
“What, Francis?”
“… “Have you been mentally attacked by that friend?”
From their reactions, I can feel how great Francis Maier’s influence is here.
As a rule of thumb, she is right below or on the same level as a saint.
If the saint is a spiritual supporter, is Francis Meyer a companion to whom she can entrust her life without hesitation?
“Uhm…, It’s a big deal. “This is an unexpected scenario.”
Francis Meyer scratching his brilliant blonde hair with a disgruntled expression.
He asked again.
“Could you please tell me the reason?”
Lee Yu-ra.
It wasn’t that big of a deal.
“Because the road is different.”
Because the paths he and I take are different.
Son Si-woo, who risked his life to swing a single sword, is no more.
Wouldn’t it be too much of a waste of the talent this body possesses to do that?
When he heard my answer, his eyes lit up.
“Now that I think about it, your aura doesn’t just contain 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 just as good at using magic as he is at swordsmanship.”
Angela comes forward and brags before I even open my mouth.
“… “Why are you bragging?”
“I’m not bragging, I’m just letting you know.”
“No, the way she spoke sounded like a wife bragging about her husband.”
“Isn’t it?”
“That’s right?”
What is it?
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 appeared, surrounded by a crowd of people attending a church meeting.
“You’ve finally arrived.”
“I’ve been waiting so desperately for you to come!”
“Hehe, if you’ve lost a lot, I guess I should take a look at it.”
Haha!
People who smile brightly even at trivial jokes.
It probably means that they are happy about her presence.
A saint talking to one person at a time, similar to the time at the altar meeting.
Her last destination was right here.
“It’s been a while, Sir Francis.”
“Nice to meet you, saint. “How long has it been since this?”
“It’s the first time since the last exchange meeting…, I guess it’s been about 10 months.”
“Under… 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 for a long time doesn’t mean it’s good.”
His gaze, smiling bitterly, turns to me.
“My confidence in my skills was completely lost after seeing this guy.”
“I guess you’ve already talked to Hunter Kim Do-jin.”
“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 in approval.
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,
“Yes? What is that… ?”
“At first, I was convinced that it was because the paths were different, and that there was nothing we could do about it.”
His eyes turn to me.
She didn’t look upset.
Rather, he looks innocent, as if he can’t stand this situation because he’s enjoying 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 child.
My swordsmanship is a tower built from what I learned from the beginning.
That’s why.
“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.
“That’s quite a challenging statement, that is.”
Instead of being offended by words that at first glance seem 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 person.
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 felt perfect from the first time I saw Francis.”
He laughs.
Haha! Did you hear, saint? I liked it.”
“I’m looking forward to it. The bud of friendship that will bloom between the two of you.”
“It’s friendship…”
His eyes turn to me again.
“Do you tend to consider age differences in friendship?”
After understanding the meaning, smile and shake your head in response.
“That can’t be right.”
“Good!”
Francis, delighted, joins the outstretched hands.
“We’ll be friends from now on, okay? “Young friend.”
A young friend.
So what should I call you?
“Yes, old friend.”
I was going 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 a young friend?”
“Is it good?”
A friend who transcends everything.
Is that really possible?
Even if we knew that I was the apostle of the Seven Deadly Sins, would we be able to hold hands like we do now?
It’s time to hide the slight feeling of skepticism deep in your heart and just capture this moment in your 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 brat.”
“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, right?”
Then the two people pull out real swords.
Angela shouts.
“Old Merlin! “Please make a duel arena here!”
“Oh my, these all just prey on old men.”
“Oh, quick!”
“Go, go!”
The atmosphere was formed.
Two people staring intently at each other.
And their colleagues start betting while looking at them.
“Where are you going to hang your 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!
Chang!
Kuuuuung!
In the beginning, Angela seemed to be doing quite well as she charged forward with her shield tightly held, but it was as expected.
Francis’ sword pierced her defenses as if it were funny.
It’s not just a difference in ability, but only the skill of swordsmanship that has reached the highest level.
Amazing.
Even though they say they don’t mean it to each other, 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 7 Great Goodwill?”
She nods her head.
“That’s right. “Except for me, I am the first apostle to join the Guardians.”
“If I ask your name… ?”
After a pause, she gave the answer to her question.
“He is an apostle of humility. “He is a warm person who is stronger than anyone else, yet humbles himself infinitely and is kind to everyone regardless of superiors or inferiors.”
Humility.
Haha! Did I tell you?! Even if you die and wake up, you won’t do anything to me, you bastard!”
“…”
“…”
That’s really humble, huh.
