The air remained still, faint currents swirling amidst the silence.
Sharp blades extended in every direction, forming an unstable and seemingly clumsy web, yet undeniablyâ¦
"Mental Sword (å¿å)."
It was a manifestation of the Unity of Mind and Sword, a hallmark of the Mental Sword technique.
What was previously invisible now appeared clear as day.
Had it been earlier, one might have questioned if such a thing even existed, but now, it was all too vivid.
The inn was brimming with unseen blades.
A faint breeze carried the fragrance of flowers.
As I took in the scent and raised my head, I saw a woman standing before me.
Her golden hair gleamed, cascading past her waist, and her eyes bore a resemblance to his.
Even though her crimson martial attire seemed somewhat mismatched, her dazzling features left no room for criticism.
The sight of her obliterated the thought Iâd entertained moments earlier while looking at BiyeonhwaââWell, at least sheâs tolerable.â
Her beauty was overwhelming.
The face that had once been impossibly stunning in her youth had fully blossomed into a vision of perfection as she matured.
âSheâs like a flower.â
A beautiful flower that seemed to embody eternal springtime.
A flower that could capture the gaze of everyone present had bloomed in this place.
I glanced around, observing the surroundings.
Every gaze that had been sneaking glances at Biyeonhwa earlier was now entirely stolen away.
The people in the inn were all staring, captivated and lost in thought.
Her sharp eyes, often soft and endearing, now exuded displeasure and intensity.
To me, even that expression seemed insignificant, but the same likely couldnât be said for Biyeonhwa standing beside her.
I took a slight step back from Biyeonhwa, who had been holding me.
The overwhelming aura emanating around us visibly weakened.
âHuk⦠hukâ¦!â
Finally able to breathe, Biyeonhwa gasped for air, her breaths harsh and ragged.
Watching her struggle, I withdrew my hand, which had been about to seize her throat.
âThat was close.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I almost lost control and killed her. It was fortunate I managed to restrain myself.
Her very presence made me feel disgusted to the point where I could barely endure it.
I subtly waved my hand behind her back.
Fwooshâ
A sharp burst of energy swept through the inn, unnoticed by the others.
It was better to dispel such intense energy than to leave it lingering.
After directing it outside through the window, I turned to the trembling Biyeonhwa.
âIt seems my guest has arrived. I wonât be seeing you off, but thank you for the company.â
I said with a grin, prompting Biyeonhwa to leap to her feet and dash out of the inn like an arrow released from its bow.
Her hurried retreat amused me to the point that I let out an involuntary laugh.
âTo think Iâd live to see her in such a state.â
She was one of those I had regretted not killing in my past life, though she wasnât someone I had particularly dwelled on.
After all, she had already met a gruesome end without my involvement.
âHow exactly did it happen again? I heard she was captured by the Green King.â
In that case, there was no need to consider her further.
Among the deranged individuals of the Demonic Cult, the Green Kingâs followers were a den of lunatics who tore apart men, women, and children alike.
And a beautiful woman from a righteous sect falling into their hands?
The thought of her fate was not one I wished to entertain.
Even though Biyeonhwa had left, everyoneâs gaze remained fixed in this direction.