9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 240

Episode 240

Episode 91. The royal lady

seemed to have poured cold water on the inside of the carriage as (2) Igor’s snort echoed.

Aang… No matter how much the royal family of Ether has fallen, to the queen!

“Aang! Aaaaang! I’m the princess.”

Igor’s aegyo terror continued. He even twisted and danced in front of Princess Sebra’s nose, but the princess didn’t know what to do.

The party couldn’t believe it even after seeing it clearly with both eyes. No matter how much Igor can’t choose the time and place, he didn’t know that this moment would happen.

“Such a madman!”

Yuma and Natalie screamed as they pulled Igor by the back of his neck at the same time. The two of them kicked at this Gor, who fell to the floor with a flutter.

Pupper puck!

A scene of aegyo and assault passing like a storm. Igor groaned and his curled body trembled.

Yuma dragged Igor out of the wagon and put him in the luggage compartment.

Anyway, this former last-class pseudo was someone who shouldn’t be beaten to some extent.

“I’m sorry, princess. I’d say that friend is a little… mentally weak. I’ll put it in the luggage compartment from now on, so this won’t happen.”

are you okay.

Princess Sebra opened her mouth.

Yuma let out a low sigh and started the wagon. Originally, Cog and Igor were supposed to drive, but Igor’s seat was replaced by Yuma.

‘It reminds me of the moment I drove a carriage with Godmother Zishka. How are you?’

Even then, I drove the wagon with Cog. Igor, who attacked their wagon in the middle, was beaten and put in the luggage compartment.

Yuma felt much better when he thought of Zishka and Hugo, who were enjoying a happy married life.

A few days passed.

The wagon that Yuma and the others rode in was heading for Balipoa after passing through El Tainer.

Before going to the Principality of Lucan, Yuma was thinking of stopping by Balipoa to see how the Ebony, run by King Oliver, was doing.

There was also a need to check if Cheryl was among the slaves Ebony was freeing.

Now it was just one more day to go to Balipoa.

“We will camp here today.”

Yuma stopped the carriage by the stream and said. Then, one by one, the party got off the carriage and stretched.

It was night, but the moonlight was bright. Cog unleashed the horses to feed them with grass and water, and Igor opened the bin and hummed the tent.

Every time Igor got out of the luggage compartment, he looked for Sevra and showed off her charms. Each time, Yuma and Natalie’s fists flew, but Igor persistently attacked Sebra.

In other words, it was like this.

When Cog lights a fire and prepares a meal, Sebra always grabs a bowl and tries to eat away from the group.

It was as if he was hiding because he was afraid that seeing his face would make his food taste worse.

Then, Igor flirts with Sevra and she runs away from Igor.

Around that time, Yuma or Natalie beat up Igor and told Sevra they were sorry.

Hey Igor.”

Yuma washed her face with the stream and called to Igor. Over there, Cog was lighting a fire, and Natalie and Catherine were sitting on a rock smoking a pipe.

Ballinan intervened and tried to ask for a pipe himself, but when he saw Natalie’s frightened eyes, he quietly helped Cogg.

“yes! Mr. Yuma.”

“Whoa… why the hell are you doing this to Princess Sebra? You are uncomfortable.”

“Haha, isn’t it like this no matter who you meet!”

It was.

“No, though. you hate it

I’m tired of beating you up every day.”

“I like Princess Sebra. I wrote a poem for him in the luggage compartment earlier! How much effort I put into making beautiful sentences over the past few days is hot!”

“That’s why Princess Sebora feels burdened…

“I guess I’ll have to recite a poem while you’re talking! Aang!”

Tata Tata. Igor took out a piece of paper from his bosom and started running to find Princess Sebra.

Feeling the veins on her forehead, Yuma plunged her entire head into the cold stream.

It was because if I couldn’t cool down, I would beat the real Igor to the point of death. or beat to death.

‘Let’s be patient…

Sevra was sitting on a tree at the back of the carriage, bowing her head.

She never held her head straight or her back straight throughout the whole trip.

Seeing Igor running towards him, Sebra winced and shrugged.

As she was about to get up to run away, Igor began to write a poem on a piece of paper.

“Ah, the princess’s gaze chilled the world…

It was a loud voice.

Eventually, before Igor could finish reading the first line, Yuma exploded.

“Come here! This baby, you can’t. I can’t stand it!”

Yuma screamed as she rushed at Igor using her swift speed. Igor groaned and rolled on the floor to avoid Yuma’s fist.

Normally, Igor would have laughed and screamed at the same time, but not now.

There were blue auras wrapped around his fists, so even Igor couldn’t be safe if he got hit by them.

“I told you to come here, but why is Yuma-sama coming! I’m going, so just stay there!”

Igor shouted as he rolled down the low hill.

“damage? Did you avoid it now?”

The drugged up Yuma opened her eyes and followed Igor. Natalie and Katherine clicked their tongues and spit pipe smoke indifferently.

“Aaaagh!”

In the meantime, Igor made a fuss while avoiding the attack.

Even though he looked stupid on the outside, Igor was a high-level sword master.

The movement to run away in a life-or-death situation was not cheap.

But who is the opponent? It was Yuma Drake.

Even a sword master who is not a high level cannot avoid Yuma’s attacks continuously. Yuma was able to grab Igor’s collar within 10 seconds.

“You must be prepared, Igor.”

rattle. Igor’s bright eyes were colored with fear.

“I’m going to put a corpse away today. “That guy doesn’t change. Why do I think of Randall’s brother when I see that pervert?”

“Because he’s as stupid as Sir Randell.”

“Natalie, but Randall’s brother is better than Igor.”

“Well, in terms of looks and skills, Sir Randell is a bit better.”

Puffup! Puff!

All of a sudden, Ballinan took out a trumpet firecracker artifact and was blowing it up.

It was to mourn the impending brutal assault.

Cog did it or not, he greased the pan and cut the beef jerky into bite-size pieces.

“Ha ha ha… Master Yuma. You really want to blow it in my face… aren’t you?”

“that’s right.”

“Yu Yuma-sama! If you get hit with that, you will die for real!”

“Yeah, I’m telling you to die.”

From Yuma’s fist, a thick aura was rising like smoke. Igor sweated profusely, feeling the hairs on his body stand up.

Cook Cook.

Princess Sebra, who was watching from the corner, burst into laughter.

It was as small as an ant’s footsteps, but at that moment, everyone in the party turned their heads toward Sebra.

Sevra continued to laugh in a low voice, unaware of the attention being focused on her.

‘That princess knows how to laugh too…

Yuma thought as she withdrew her fist.

Igor let out a sigh of relief as he watched as Yuma’s grasp on his collar gave way.

Over the past few days, the party has never seen Sebora speak or smile properly.

She was always in a hurry to crawl into a dark space and hide herself.

Coo coo coo….

That small sound, like the toss and turns of a blade of grass, was the biggest laugh of Sebra’s life for over 20 years.

But the laughter soon stopped.

Noticing the gaze of the party, Sebra hurriedly covered her face with her hands and buried her head in her lap. Sevra hunched her shoulders as if she had committed a sin.

“Oh oh!”

Igor, who had slipped out of Yuma’s clutches, hurriedly ran in front of Sebra.

“Princess! You liked my cigar! Can I read it to you? Ah!”

And for the first time in her life, Sebora was able to answer in a voice with her throat wide open. She was unaware that she was speaking directly.

“no.”

Sevra was so surprised that she had answered that, so she put her hand to her mouth.

For a while, all I could hear was the crackling of beef jerky and the sound of running water. Sevra and the others all stiffened like statues and doubted their ears.

“I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t like your cigars. I’m just ashamed.”

“Uh uh uh…

Igor’s body, which had been squatting in front of Sevra, fell backwards. Igor, who was sprawled on the floor, had a face that couldn’t be more ecstatic.

What a beautiful voice!

If the face was ugly, as if it had been cursed by all kinds of evil spirits, Sevra’s voice was the opposite.

It feels like Ripello, the god of music, is playing 50,000 instruments with a thousand hands.

Her voice was special even to Catherine, who was born into a noble family and often listened to the performances of the imperial musicians.

No royal musician could imitate her voice.

That voice was the reason Rugal took Sevra.

Originally, Rugal intended to make her a music history and make her sing songs about peace and anti-war consciousness.

It’s all about making you go all over the east.

The group said, ‘I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t like your poetry. I closed my eyes unconsciously, chewing over Sebra’s answer, ‘I’m just shy’, like the most beautiful music.

However, the excitement of the group did not last long.

“I fell in love. Princess Sebra! Please marry me!”

It was because Igor jumped up and shouted that.

This time, Natalie was ready to run at Ygor in a fit of rage.

“Ahahahaha…

But when Sebra, who received the unexpected confession, began to smile and lean back, Natalie’s anger melted away like snowflakes. So did the rest of the staff.

A human being cannot listen to this shining voice and do the evil thing of beating someone up.

“The meal is done!”

said Cog, beating the pan with a ladle.

That night, Sebo-ra and the others sat face-to-face and tasted Cog’s cuisine while talking about Oh Sun-do-soon.

The party had no choice but to open their mouths while listening to the ecstatic voice until dawn.

* * * The party stopped by Balipoa to check the slave list again, but there was no sign of Cheryl.

Santi had not yet arrived at Ebony, and Oliver was safely carrying out Yuma’s instructions on behalf of Natalie.

The party had arrived in Lucan Kingdom and were running through the forest where Calsis lived. In the back, he saw the small brick house where Calcis lived.

“hmm?”

But something was strange.

Clearly, Calsis was a person living in a forest deep enough to be called a hermit.

As a knight of the fallen royal family, he was extremely reluctant to be exposed to the outside world.

However, in Yuma’s eyes, he saw people lined up in the front yard of Calsis’s house.

All of them had pale faces or were wearing splints, like someone who was sick.

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