[You’re the only one who could order me around for such a bothersome task, Namgung Seolhwa.] - Please.
When we return, I’ll buy you lots of sweets.
[Hmph. What do you take me for, really?]
Fwoooosh— The Imoogi perched on Seolhwa’s shoulder leaped down in an instant. As its body descended to the ground, it smoothly expanded in size. But the explosion that erupted at the same moment meant no one witnessed that sight.
Kwaboooom—!!
Slip— Gazing at the pillar of flame that shot up in that instant, Seolhwa drew her sword in midair.
‘The Namgung family’s unique martial art.’
Among the last three forms of the Great Flame Sword Technique, the third form. Great Flame Tempest!
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shnk—!!
Seolhwa swung her sword toward the Hall of Preserving Harmony, where the explosion had occurred. The sword aura that burst from her blade shot toward the heart of the blast with a sharp screech.
Fwooooooosh— Boom! Kaboom-boom-boom! Kabang!
The sword strike Seolhwa unleashed stirred up a fierce whirlwind. As a sword technique evoking a raging storm, the sword wind laden with Seolhwa’s immense inner energy easily swallowed the flames of the explosion.