Chapter 495 – Three Transcendents

“Ah.”

Eclair woke up at dawn, unable to give up the habit that was ingrained in her body.

That’s what came to mind when I first opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling.

‘That’s right… You don’t have to go to work.’

I roll my eyes with the realization that I have let go of the knighthood that took up most of my day.

I thought I woke up the fastest, but as expected, Roman wasn’t in the bedroom.

Sarah. Sarah. Sarak.

Eclair, wearing the fluffy slippers placed under the bed and wearing a coat, came out to the living room in search of her lover.

The world seen through the window is dark because of dusk, even if it is not the middle of the night. Red eyes naturally turn to the outside before the sun rises.

Roman was sitting in a cool-looking yard, wearing light clothes, meditating.

All that can be seen is his sturdy back, but he must have read his presence.

‘You can’t interfere with training.’

Eclair gave up the lingering desire to be hugged in the morning and walked to the kitchen to prepare hot water and a cup.

He opened the drawer and took out some ground coffee beans and a disposable strainer.

Squeak!

Brew coffee leisurely using hot water.

A time when you don’t have to pour water, change clothes, groom yourself, or gather work documents at the same time.

He rested his chin and tapped. Knock. Knock. I blankly watched the black water droplets falling one by one.

‘Not bad.’

Leisure, no need to rush early in the day. It feels really awkward to feel itchy.

It is believed that it will take quite some time to adapt to the blank space.

After filling her cup with coffee, Eclair walked quietly back to the bedroom.

Now that he was awake, he had no intention of lying down again. Chloe stood and admired her face.

“Hmm…”

Eclair raised the corners of his mouth as he watched his younger sister mutter in her sleep.

As I drink coffee while looking at Chloe, I feel like there is a fragrant sweetness in her mouth even though no sugar is added.

‘There are no other angels.’

She slowly took in the sights of Lily and her younger siblings who were sleeping together.

When the eclair headed back to the living room, the contents of the cup were emptied.

“Hmm.”

With a cup of coffee, I ran away without leaving a trace of sleep.

I’m worried about how I’m going to spend the time until everyone wakes up.

It would be nice to go to a room that is essentially a warehouse and read. It would be nice to go out into the yard and swing a sword.

Eclair, with her arms crossed, walked around the quiet living room at silent steps.

After a moment of deliberation, I decided. I cast my gaze toward the kitchen.

‘Should I at least prepare breakfast?’

Because I’ve been busy recently, I haven’t been able to cook Chloe’s meals myself. This is something that bothered me even while working at the imperial court.

I decided on the menu after looking at the frying pan hanging on the wall.

For breakfast, I decided on pancakes with butter and syrup for Chloe. It is also essential to serve with fresh fruits and nuts.

Thinking back to the awkward times when Chloe and I lived in the capital, it was a menu that could never be served.

Thanks to Roman, it’s been a long time since I gave up my foolish self and stopped caring about what people around me think.

I am so happy now that I can openly express my love and care for my younger brother.

‘Roman would easily eat 10 slices for breakfast, right?’

Considering the number of people and the amount Roman eats, dozens of pieces would have to be baked.

Even though it took a lot of work, it wasn’t bothersome at all. I just want to see my family making it quickly and eating it well.

‘First, take out the ingredients…’

Following my developed senses, I rummaged around in the dark kitchen without turning on the light.

Eclair, who was taking out the milk and eggs and reaching for the flour, stopped moving for a moment and stood up.

Sarah. Sarak.

Eclair walked behind him, pulling on his slippers, and peeked out his window.

I wonder if cooking with Roman is like a date.

Unfortunately, Roman was still meditating in the same spot as before.

‘It won’t work.’

Eclair, who saw her motionless lover in the lotus position, turned her head to see if her gaze might be bothersome.

Recently, Roman’s training has become more about static training of contemplating herself rather than using her body.

Slowly. I continued thinking as I pulled out the hanging frying pan.

‘I guess I’m not meditating because I’m worried or something.’

I didn’t really ask, but this is the intuition that everyone felt yesterday.

Roman, who returned from dropping off Atra last night, seemed to have a lot on his mind. Maybe it’s because of the child Ricke will have.

‘Ai… Roman’s Aira…’

I want it right now.

When I think of it, my hand naturally touches my lower abdomen. This seat was reserved for Roman. Someday it will bear fruit here.

If Roman allows, he wants to have five or ten children.

And naturally, I reflect on some of the information that Rakshasa gave me yesterday.

– Strictly speaking, the master is no longer human. The race itself has shed its human shell and become infinitely closer to God.

Can humans become gods as they rise to the next level? Everyone put aside this question.

I think it would be possible with Roman.

In addition, it was like that just looking at the situation where Mugu transformed his body with Roman’s power and informed them.

– It is impossible to get pregnant by receiving seeds normally. Because the races are different.

– In order to receive a conception, the master’s will and strength are needed.

After listening to the following example of Rakshasa, everyone, including Eclair, somehow understood.

In the case given as an example, everyone knows that it is very difficult for a human and a pure-blooded elf to have children if they marry.

The same goes for other races, such as pure-blooded dragons. Even though the possibility is not 0, the probability of having children is very low compared to being of the same race.

This was the starting point of discrimination against mixed race people on the continent, and there was even a popular belief that it was because the goddess did not want it.

In the past, religious denominations declared it to be a baseless rumor, but only in cases like this will people listen to what they want to believe.

Anyway, let me conclude.

As Roman reaches a certain level and escapes the boundaries of being human, there is a problem with the fact that he is of the same species as them, despite his appearance.

As proof.

I had a relationship with Roman, who returned from seeing Atra off to the church, until late at night, to the point where everyone lost their souls, but no woman received the same energy as Rike.

As Rakshasa said, it is probably because Roman’s current situation is not an action that can be performed several times a day.

Roman himself could only guess how long it would take for that power to build up again.

‘I’ll have to feed him well first.’

I don’t know who will have children after Ricke.

Eclair just waits, taking care of Roman as a spouse.

*****

A pure white image that makes your eyes tingle.

Roman was swinging his sword and doing his best to feel his growth.

Fishit ─!

A long black mark appeared on Roman’s cheek and blood splattered.

Watching Roman distance himself from her and take his stance again, Mushin showed a small smile under her eye patch.

“Now that I’m out of the immaturity of the sword. The flavor isn’t bad considering the time I spent on it.”

“···.”

“At this point, I won’t feel embarrassed even if I go somewhere and call myself a martial artist.”

“I know it’s not enough… But it’s tricky.”

“Is it possible for my eyes to be so low?”

Should I be satisfied with not being called Ahae for now?

That was the best compliment Roman had ever received. The word ‘excellent’ will not come out even after death.

I engrave it in her heart that one day, she will make an unconditional compliment come out of the mouth of the military.

“Whoo!”

The conversation with Musin does not last long. It ends here.

Roman gripped his handle tightly. Blood flowed freely from the torn palm

Cooung──!!
A stomp that shakes the unbreakable floor.

Roman’s body flew to the left, dissipated like a mirage, and appeared on Musin’s right.

‘Lee Hyeong-hwanwi reached its peak.’

How long has it been since we come across someone who follows the law of renewal so neatly?

Musin pressed down on the corner of his mouth and swung his sword.

Kang!

Musin continued to think and observe, channeling all of Roman’s beast-like energy.

‘After crossing the border, he continues to grow like a newborn.’

I didn’t think it would actually grow this far.

What exactly is this man? There are so many questions that have not been properly resolved.

Ping—!

As he stabbed his sword, Musin shook off the distracting thoughts that were filling him.

‘You don’t need all the little things.’

Among the many thoughts I have about Roman, there is one important one.

The expectation that this man might one day touch the blade with his own hands.

That one.

“Sigh!”

Roman’s actions of swinging a sword with both hands.

Musin, who was excited by the mountain-like momentum and pressure that Roman gave off, showed off a proper technique.

“I feel good. Take a good look.”

“!”

Ting.

Light strength from one hand, not both hands.

Roman’s sword bounced cleanly.

Since the conditions are the same physical ability, it is not that there is a lack of strength or speed.

It’s just an absurd retaliation that follows from the moment of confrontation. I don’t even know if it’s a hand technique or a sword technique.

“It is the ultimate meaning of the technique called Four-Two-Bal-Cheon-Geun (四兩撥千斤).”

– Once you gain the power to control the heavenly forces, you can then control the heavenly forces with just the power of the Four Liangs. 

With this one sum, the exact match is against Sir Ban Si-jin.

Musin, who gave the answer, stretched out his sword to settle the matter.

A perfect sword that flies in to cut off the head. Judgment that it was not good to block.

Roman put all his strength into the soles of his feet and hit the floor.

Kugugu ───!!!

‘Sound attack at a true angle?!’

It’s too crude to say I was aiming for it. If you have a spur-of-the-moment idea, you’re talented.

This is an ignorant method that I have never seen before. The sword of the god of war passed by without being able to cut the neck cleanly.

“You survived?”

“This is what happened.”

As Roman grinned, Musin immediately moved his sword.

It’s not like we inflicted any effective damage on the god of war or achieved victory.

While splitting the sum, he escaped the martial arts sword that took his life just as he was reaching the halfway point.

Then, the heart was struck with a blade and the result was resolved, but this was truly a tremendous advance.

Musin was unable to kill Roman at the moment he wanted. From Roman’s perspective, that was enough.

“···Why don’t you stab me?”

The blade pierced the flesh, but did not pierce the heart even if I waited.

When Roman asked why he suddenly put his hand in his hand, Musin responded by pulling out his sword.

“Roman. A guest has arrived.”

There was no need to ask back what kind of guest I was, and there was no need to go far.

As Musin finished speaking, a flashing light appeared in the space.

Roman mumbled his voice with a familiar energy.

“Goddess…?”