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93 – Seolhwageomje

Winter.

It was one night when there was a severe snowstorm.

Asilia took her sword.

Someone grabbed the hem of Asilia’s clothes and dragged her as she carefully left the house.

– Wow. Where are you going mom?

Asilia suddenly became afraid.

Maybe she won’t be able to see her daughter anymore.

If that happens, will this tiny child be able to stand alone?

But she had to do so.

To hide her trembling eyes, Asilia hugged her daughter.

– It’s easy to do what needs to be done.

– Are you going to work for the bad guys? Well, we gathered together. Blood religion?

– That’s right.

– Then what do I do if my mom gets hurt? Can’t she go?

Asilia was worried as she looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes.

Should I just run away?

If we run away together, wouldn’t she be able to live a little longer?

… You won’t be able to do that.

They are everywhere.

So Richard made sure that even her daughter…

That’s why we can’t run away together.

– Sharon. My baby

– Sharon is no longer a baby! Can’t wait!

– Huh?

– How many times can I count this time? Last time I leaked thirty times!

Asilia looked at Sharon.

The child wiggled her fingers with a firm expression, then bent both of her hands three times.

– Thirty… Ten! Look mom! So tell me. How many times will I have to wash it this time?

Is it okay to give her child her vain hopes?

But I couldn’t say anything to those bright eyes.

She said this time she probably won’t come back.

She said that all her mother could do was make Donggwijin.

– … 10,000 Times.

– Sharon Ma, 10,000 times without realizing it.

Sharon asked, bending all ten of her fingers.

– Just count 100 times 100 times.

– Heh… A hundred times! There are too many!

Asilia hugged Sharon.

She clucked with the will to hug everyone as much as she couldn’t in the future.

– Mom… I’m suffocating.

– Sharon. Do you have to chew your food thoroughly while counting 10,000 times?

– Yes.

. Don’t worry, eat carrots well.

– Eh… Carrot…

– Do I need to practice a lot with my sword? Do you have to be strong enough that no one can mess with you?

– Yes! I want to become the best knight like my mom!

– Yes. Promise.

– Yes. Promise!

– Mom!

– I will eat carrots diligently too!

– So you have to come back?

She couldn’t bear to answer.

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Reflecting on the memories of the day I was defeated by Richard.

Asilia held her boy in her arms.

Anxiety and nervousness. And nervous.

The boy was pushing his emotions deep into a corner of his heart.

Asilia wanted to relieve it a little bit.

“You had a hard time.”

Why did she want to comfort this child?

It may be because she resembled herself when she was young.

Or maybe it was because he was her daughter’s age.

‘… Sharon must have grown up around this time, too.’

She had a lot of things she wanted to teach me.

There were many things we wanted to do together.

She wanted to see him chattering about what happened at the academy. I wanted to see her fighting and complaining with her friend, and I also wanted to see her being excited that she had made a good friend.

‘Why did I fight with such a good child?’

Alicia looked down at her Ian.

It was only when I touched her skin that I felt the true value of this boy.

Magic power gathered purely. Solid foundation.

I even vaguely felt an infinitely high level of noble energy.

A talented person born with natural talent.

‘… You must be jealous. ‘Because he’s a kid with a strong competitive spirit.’

I felt like I could vaguely understand why the relationship between the boy and Sharon was not good.

Just like Asilia herself, Sharon was also not honest with the people she was interested in.

However, the reason why the emotional valley seems deeper is…

Is there something wrong with Sharon?

Since she has an unbreakable nature, she will have to learn to bend through experience.

Asilia swallowed her outpouring of worry.

Now that she doesn’t have much time left, it’s all just a false hope.

Instead, Asilia wanted to focus on the boy in front of her.

Why is this boy viewed so pitifully?

Now I know the answer.

“Mr. Ian.”

“?”

This is because the boy resembles himself when he was young.

I worked hard and worried until I died.

A life where she cuts everything out of herself just for her own goals.

This was the path Asilia walked.

She also had a failed path.

Asilia couldn’t let go of the boy who was trying to repeat her same failures.

That’s why she asked.

“Do you want to be my student?”

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My throat felt stuffy.

He was held in Asilia’s arms as if possessed.

It was the first time I received comfort from someone.

It was the first time I felt this comfortable.

In that state, Asilia asked.

She asked if I would become his disciple.

Ian asked after getting out of her arms.

“Disciple?”

Asilia is big! She cleared her throat and straightened her posture.

“Even if I look like this, am I still a Seolhwageomje?”

Ian was embarrassed.

Of course, I know how strong Asilia is.

This was because she knew the power of the ‘Snow Flower Sword’.

I just didn’t know that she would volunteer to be her teacher in the first place.

While her Ian was embarrassed, Asilia’s face turned red.

“Ah, ah… Don’t kids these days know who Seolhwageomje is? Well, there shouldn’t be that much of a generation gap. Although I’ve been less active…”

“No, that’s not it. I’m just curious why you want to have someone like me as your disciple.”

“Oh my.”

Asilia blinked her big eyes.

“That’s sweet. Are you planning to make the woman confess first?”

… This woman.

Is this the person who was overflowing with maternal love and warmth just a moment ago? Asilia, who sometimes looked fierce, now looked like a fox with her long tail wagging.

To be precise, a professor who lures naive students into graduate school with his beautiful tail…. But what a great professor.

Uhuhuhu. Asilia smiled her eyes.

“I’m just kidding. Looking at Ian’s expression, it seems like my senses haven’t died yet.”

Asilia smiled brightly and spoke seriously.

“Even if I disappear, I hope that at least a trace will remain.”

“Traces? Like swordsmanship, for example?”

Ian vaguely thought so.

She said she wanted to inherit the sword method she created, the Seolhwa sword method.

But Asilia shook her head slowly.

“Hmm. I guess it’s a little different. Let’s say…”

Asilia held Ian’s hand.

It was a natural movement with no chance of avoiding it.

Asilia smoothed out her calluses in various places.

“I train as soon as I wake up. Even while doing other things, I think about how to become stronger. Food is more about nutrients than taste. I pursue efficient eating rather than having conversations with others. If I can train even for a moment during my break, “Lucky days. Days when I come back from work, practice a little more, and fall asleep from exhaustion.”

“…….”

Ian couldn’t answer.

Because the daily routine was so precise that it felt like it was being monitored.

“I can tell just by looking at these hands that you’ve put in a lot of effort.”

It has been so.

Because that was the only way I could survive.

“But have you ever felt it?”

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Asilia placed her hand on Ian’s left breast, which she was holding.

“What does someone else’s heartbeat feel like?”

Thump. Thud. Thud.

I could feel her heartbeat through her hands.

It is delicate. But she clearly felt a ringing sound, indicating that she was alive.

“This is my first time feeling it.”

“How was it?”

“I felt vitality.”

“Good.”

Smile.

Asilia smiled.

“What I want to convey are values.”

“Values?”

“Let’s take Shaleam Cult as an example. Shale Cult is a group of people who choose to absorb others as a way to grow. They don’t know how to love or acknowledge things other than themselves. They only see them as objects of absorption.”

“…….”

That is correct.

It is impossible to keep up with the growth of Shaleam believers through normal methods.

“Then how should we fight against them?”

“I guess you don’t want to say a little more effort…”

Asked Asilia, who nodded her head.

“Have you ever heard the sound of snow piling up?”

Ian shook her head.

“What about the corners of Danya’s mouth that beautifully turn up when she secretly looks at you?”

I couldn’t have known because I must have seen it secretly.

“Lina’s passion may seem a bit excessive, but she doesn’t mind experiencing new things once in a while.”

That… I knew.

“So what does love feel like?”

“I don’t know.”

Asilia’s face approached.

Her hair gently brushes down her cheek.

Her eyes were clear and blue, as if they were capturing the snowy mountain sky.

A hand gently touches her shoulder.

It ran down her forearm and down to the tips of her fingers.

“There are some things you can only learn through love.”

She clasped the hand that was holding hers.

“How the other person’s fingers move when they are in a good mood. What is the gap between their eyes and lips when they are upset?”

“…….”

“The trembling, rough inhalation, and hot exhalation when making love.”

Ian was lost in thought.

She felt what she was trying to say.

But she didn’t seem to be caught.

“Feel the world. Various sounds, colors, scenery and appearances. Listen to it all.”

Asilia’s face was warm.

She was infinitely natural.

“If I become one with the world.”

It was only then that I realized.

The reason why she had no choice but to miss Asilia’s approaching movement moment by moment.

“The moment will soon come when the world will become a part of me.”

Asilia was snow.

She was the wind, the earth, the sky, and nature.

“… Everything and everything.”

Asilia laughed at Ian’s mumbling.

“It’s not that bad, though.”

She took a step forward.

Footprints engraved on the snow.

Asilia raised her hand and stretched it out.

It looked like a tree branch in winter.

Snow falls from the sky and piles up one by one.

Like a branch that cannot withstand the weight of the accumulated snow,

Asilia’s arm fell gently.

Snow is falling.

Numerous snowflakes bloomed following Asilia’s hand movements.

Because it looks like a flower, people call it Seolhwageom (雪花劍).

It was a sword, but at the same time it was clearly a snowflake.

Just like that, the tales disappeared, leaving traces on the wall like melting snow.

She put away her sword.

Only then did Ian realize that Asilia was holding her sword.

“If I were in the world.”

Asilia looked back at her Ian.

“Because soon the world will be inside me.”

Solhwagumje Sasha Asilia.

She asked him to become her disciple.