Chapter 689 – #139_Seven Battles (3)
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One.
After the sparring, Linnaeus knelt down and began to meditate.
The purpose of her is the training that unfolds in the image.
It is a silent meditation (默思) to chew on her battles so far, contemplate her own sword path, and move on to a better path.
The place where only the sword and himself should exist is after taking in new disciples.
More precisely, after becoming convinced of his magic power amplification, it was no longer a peaceful place.
Because the nervousness and obsession that seemed to strangle her strangled Linnaeus.
There is an intentional flaw in Linnaeus’ stigma.
This is not a flaw exclusive to her.
The ‘Curse of Deficiency’, which occupied one of the 22 stigma strokes possessed by all the sword witches of the past.
Because of the curse, Rinne’s five senses and emotional system do not work normally.
Great taste of delicacies too.
Rest that can be felt while leading daily life.
The tranquility wrapped in the softness of a cotton blanket.
Not to mention the pleasure you get from having a relationship with a man.
She was not allowed to Rinne.
Because it is all impurity.
It is the witch’s destiny and duty to achieve higher ranks and higher strength.
Rest makes people hesitate.
Pleasure makes people weak.
Tranquility makes people complacent.
Love makes humans unreasonable.
Only pure longing due to lack makes man blind.
Based on this ideology, the sword witch of successive generations put her leash on herself so that she could focus on one target without looking elsewhere.
Only one peace was allowed to Rinne.
A sense of stability that can only be felt when you are sure that you are getting stronger.
That’s it.
The fact that she repeatedly trains close to her overwork.
It was the same reason why he was willing to fight countless witches.
Linne’s ancestors and his ancestors’ ancestors must have lived a life like this, and it can be said that such ideas and attempts were definitely successful.
The sword witch has been reborn as one of the strongest among countless witches.
However, there was a reason why the curse of deficiency was called a “Curse.”
A witch’s lifespan is subjective.
This is because the spiritual body does not age and its energy does not diminish over time.
Therefore, the average witch lives about 150 years.
After leisurely completing her studies, she leaves her legacy and grand ambitions to her descendants.
However, the Sword Witch was different.
Linne’s ancestor died after she became a witch and she lived for 42 years.
The ancestor passed on her stigma after living for 27 years.
Except for Linnaeus, no sword witch ever had a lifespan of more than 80 years.
The reason is simple.
Witches are human after all.
The basis of that psychology is no different from that of humans.
The human mind balances positive and negative emotions.
Even if very hard and difficult things happen, positive emotions offset it and help recovery.
However, the psychological balance of successive ‘Samachiel’ has completely collapsed.
All positive emotions are limited by the curse, and negative emotions are sensed without any filtering.
The compulsion she feels when she recognizes that she is staying without being able to go up further is not the level of general self-doubt and nervousness, and the painful memories and traumas of the past remain in her memory without fading in the slightest.
A sense of self-doubt being sucked into an endless pit of despair.
The sense of loss that disintegrates into an existence of no value.
Everything turns inwards without the slightest dampening, and soon becomes a whip directed towards itself.
Based on such whipping, we can know what the words of a human who burned each day were like by looking at our ancestors.
It was as if his insides had been eaten up by worms and only the shell remained.
The teacher who screamed like a beast every night and harmed himself must have been Linne’s future.
Linnaeus’ exceptional talent and mental strength have withstood hundreds of years without stopping for a day.
However, there are limitations in the world.
Linne recently saw a wall.
Her own limits she felt for the first time.
To Linnaeus, it is the most terrible prophecy of anything in the world.
It is like a notice that the terrible nightmare and suffering will soon come.
Right now, Rinne’s every move is the struggle of a person cornered in a dead end, and even if her chances are slim, Shin Siu’s magical power amplification is the only way to save her.
“…….”
Rinne looked at her glass in front of her.
It is a sake glass filled with clear sake.
There is an awareness of how embarrassing it is to overlap one’s body with a disciple, to make a hole where one’s genitals are originally inserted, to have to play freely in vulgar flirtations, and to fawn like a gisaeng.
If it wasn’t for the curse, I wouldn’t have done this even if I died.
Nevertheless, Rinne will again ask his student to sleep tonight.
She couldn’t do it with her sober mind.
Linnaeus felt the shame and contempt more intensely than anyone else.
She had no pleasure or love of her own to neutralize them.
Therefore, she decided to take the help of alcohol like yesterday.
It would be helpful if it was the power of drunkenness that blurs reason and partially forgets memories.
– Gulp gulp
A clear, strong drink flows down her throat and sets her on fire.
Rinne raised her body, recalling only what she had learned and learned so far.
Now it’s time for her to head to the battlefield.
2.
The day passed without incident.
No, in fact, it’s hard to say that it’s as good as it is.
It was a day when they were dragged to the gymnasium after only sleeping for 3 hours and beaten in the name of Dalian.
“I’m still glad.”
It is said that he came back after being beaten to the bone, but what dwells in his heart is relief.
Because she looked the same as Rinne usually does.
Under the pretext of research on magical power amplification, she ended sparring early and did not take her to the tea room.
She couldn’t control her anger and couldn’t even control her strength.
Rinne swung her sword expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened between them until now.
When the sparring was over, she sent her Siu back to the guest room with a short word, ‘Good work’, without any expression.
This removed her biggest potential danger.
Since her life in Hexen Nacht had stabilized to some extent, what could have been the biggest variable was Rinne’s inquisitive mind for her magical power amplification.
If you hold on for another week or so, you will receive the magical code that governs the door Dorothy brought.
After three or three more days there, they plan to establish the dimension shifting ceremony.
The remaining events are about competing against Rosie on the location board to win Mana and Malisha.
“… Hmm….”
In the meantime, it was a daily routine to stretch out and fall asleep after training, but humans are animals of adaptation.
Even though the mind and body suffered from the aftermath of the recovery magic and the extreme consumption of stamina and mana, it was enough to endure if forced to endure.
Therefore, I gave up sleep and sat down at my desk to study the location board.
It could be said that it is a grand study for a board game that even apprentice witches can enjoy.
But the opponent is Rosie Alou.
She is a witch with sincerity enough to be suspicious of a location board that is nothing more than a game.
It was because she used the magic eye cheat and crushed Siwoo with only her skills without any tricks.
Even if it was a defeat caused by the merits and demerits of the successors, there was no way to go without any countermeasures.
This is because it is difficult to win even if the game is decided because of the first and second play as before.
Didn’t Rosie also demand a rematch with Siwoo as the winner’s right?
If Siwoo doesn’t win by widening a clear margin, there’s no justification for asking for something more than a rematch, namely Mana and Malisha.
I guess I have to be serious about this too.
“Wow, what a crazy bitch you were.”
Siu, who was reliving the previous great country in his head with a piece of paper, let out a sigh of admiration, half astonishment, and half.
Since the board itself is three-dimensional, the number of cases is indescribable.
There are also very frequent diverging points where tactical and strategic modifications are possible.
However, it is difficult to find a better number than Rosie, even if she repeats her review.
No matter how you look at it, she repeats the perfect numbers in theory.
I wouldn’t even dare to guess how much time she had to put in to acquire her level of skills.
“…….”
In order to overcome this, you have to make a number that deviate from common sense.
That means you have to get out of the standard and think of a number that is better than the standard….
“That is easy to say.”
As Diana said, the standard is a great rule created through trial and error by countless players.
Witch Board is a dead game as the meta rises without a single balance patch for hundreds of years.
In the end, just as I was about to go to bed without any results to speak of, the sliding door was opened.
“Follow me.”
It was Rinne, who had changed from a dance uniform into a gorgeous black kimono.
I thought today was going well, but wasn’t it?
I never thought I would cling to it even after seeing that nasty sight.
Seeing Rinne’s unexpected spirit of challenge, Siwoo quietly followed her.
What the hell should I do to get rid of her….
After all this, if her magic power amplification does not occur, I am very worried that the arrows of anger will return as karma.
– Creaking
A quiet creaking floor.
The place where the steps are headed is, of course, toward the garden where the tea room is located.
By the way….
Linne’s steps are very strange.
She stumbles from side to side, not like her always walking with her back upright.
If you put her foot on it, she’ll fall over nicely.
She barely noticed, as she had little to no smell, but she was probably drinking.
“You seem a little drunk. Can I help you?”
“Done.”
“How much did you eat?”
“… Three cups.”
“Gosh….”
It was like that.
Rinne’s pronunciation was strangely twisted as before, and her peeking eyes were also blurry.
– Hiccup
A clear and pure hiccup sound like the sound of a grasshopper.
Each time the sound is repeated, Rinne’s shoulders can be seen trembling.
Arriving at the tea room after all her twists and turns, Rinne untied the hem of her robe as soon as he arrived.
She looks like she’s saying that she wants to sleep right now because she’s sex, nabal, and everything is annoying.
Even though she only drank three glasses, she was nothing short of squeamish at that state.
“Take it off.”
Siu quietly swallowed her sigh in front of Rinne’s imaginary efforts to recover from her mentally fatal wound and try again in one day.
