Chapter 192 What Kind of Imprint Is It
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 192
Chapter Title: What Kind of Imprint Is It?
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Jeong Yoo-shin faced the woman and racked his brain.
He had released the lustful energy at dawn a few days ago and had left it alone. It was because he had to learn how to handle it from the incubus kid, Eru.
There wasn't much lustful energy left in his body right now.
Still, he couldn't help but be worried.
He didn't want to cast lustful energy on a perfectly fine woman.
'Wouldn't it be Swine Master?'
Suddenly, Bryn's words flashed through his mind.
'No. That's not me!'
Jeong Yoo-shin hurriedly shook his head and cleared his mind of such thoughts.
He looked at the snow-white woman with the intention of buying time.
"But who are you?"
"I'm just an insignificant swordsman."
The woman answered in a calm voice.
'That's a lie.'
Although he had less experience in the labyrinth, he could tell at a glance that she was a renowned swordsman.
Was she just below their Swordsman's Guild’s Vice-Guild Master?
He didn't know.
Still, he knew she wasn’t an easy opponent.
"Gwyn, a high-intermediate rank explorer."
'Damn it.'
As expected.
Jeong Yoo-shin closed his mouth. His mouth tasted bitter. High-intermediate was right below a high-rank explorer.
It was difficult for him to understand her intention of wanting to face an insignificant person like him.
"You look grim. I'm not here to scold you. I just thought it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to see the sword of Ashur's disciple, now that he's here."
"Is that so?"
"I have no other intentions. Please."
It was difficult to refuse when a high-intermediate rank explorer was politely requesting a spar.
Jeong Yoo-shin thought for a moment, and then he approached Gwyn.
"I have an unspeakable negative imprint. It could have a bad effect on your body, so how about we postpone the spar for later?"
Gwyn's eyebrow twitched. But only for a moment, as Gwyn gave a calm smile afterwards.
"There's no need to worry. My imprint, the Winter Heart imprint, has the effect of blocking all poisons, magic, curses, or spells that I don’t want on me. So whatever imprint you have, it's fine. I'm the one who should be worried. The effect of the imprint makes a chill come out of my sword."
Jeong Yoo-shin's lips briefly turned crooked.
"I see."
'Everyone but me has a cheat imprint. This dirty world.'
Gwyn smiled gently.
"If you feel uncomfortable during the spar, please tell me. I’ll stop immediately."
Jeong Yoo-shin quietly stared into Gwyn's eyes.
She didn't look much older than him, maybe a year or two, but her formal way of speaking made her seem mature.
"...I understand."
Jeong Yoo-shin replied, stepped back, and raised his sword.
Vom Tag. In other words, a high stance.
Jeong Yoo-shin's eyes, with his sword held high, burned brightly.
The muscular arms of his rolled-up shirt twitched, and the thigh muscles of his firmly planted feet swelled as if they would burst.
The people in the training ground swallowed.
They wondered what kind of bolt from the blue this was.
The mid-level clan meeting had just ended a little while ago.
It was a shame to part ways. Since they all entered the labyrinth at different times, it wasn't easy to gather in one place and see each other's faces.
But it was ambiguous to meet outside the headquarters.
There was no bar that could accommodate over a hundred people at night. Of course, it was possible if they made a reservation in advance, but they didn't want a grand meeting.
So they had gathered at the training ground to chat and build friendships, but now, some black-haired barbarian was sparring.
On top of that, his opponent was Gwyn, who was called the Ice Princess.
A woman who had devoted her body solely to the sword.
She was a complete swordsman who had already been through thick and thin outside of Labyrinth City.
Her hometown was in the north. There was a rumor that she was the daughter of a famous swordsman, but no one knew the details.
She was currently a member of a mid-level clan called Snow Flower, and she had a righteous and calm personality, so many people in the clan liked her.
Shing.
Gwyn drew her sword. It was a longsword, but it was different from Jeong Yoo-shin's. The blade was thin and pointed.
Jeong Yoo-shin's gaze changed.
It was because the white blade was emitting a chilling sharpness.
'Is it a magic sword?'
It probably didn't matter.
Gwyn, noticing Jeong Yoo-shin's gaze, gave a bitter smile.
"Is it uncomfortable? I can use another sword."
"Not at all."
Jeong Yoo-shin tightened his grip on his sword. It was the sword made by Einhorfer. He didn't think it would be inferior to Gwyn’s.
Jeong Yoo-shin made the first move.
He kicked off the ground and charged.
A powerful sword, striking down from above, fell on Gwyn's head.
Kigigigiging!!!
Gwyn deflected the attack with ease and swung. Gwyn's diagonal slash aimed for Jeong Yoo-shin's neck.
Jeong Yoo-shin raised his sword from below and swung up.
Klaaaaaaang!!!
The sharp sound of sword meeting sword echoed through the training ground.
Jeong Yoo-shin's eyebrow twitched.
'This isn't easy.'
She wasn't being pushed back in strength at all, as if she had leveled up quite a bit.
But that was fine. For now, their swords were locked. All that was left was to unleash his techniques.
Jeong Yoo-shin's eyebrow furrowed as they were locked in a power struggle.
'It's hard to feel her sword?!'
Gwyn's sword was constant. It neither pushed back nor was pushed.
It felt like he was facing a huge wall.
In order to unleash his techniques, he had to feel his opponent's sword. If he rashly used a technique, he would be immediately counterattacked.
Jeong Yoo-shin looked at Gwyn's face.
Gwyn's eyes sparkled like stars, but they were calmly settled.
'It's hard to read her emotions.'
On top of that, a deep chill was unknowingly creeping up his sword.
His arms and body were gradually stiffening from the cold.
'This is bad.'
Jeong Yoo-shin swung his sword up and thrust.
The place he was aiming for was Gwyn's neck.
Swiiissssh!!!
Gwyn pushed her sword forward with a faint smile.
Her sword pushed Jeong Yoo-shin's sword diagonally, slid up, and aimed for Jeong Yoo-shin's throat.
'Shit...!'
His blood ran cold.
He stepped back and changed his stance to parry Gwyn's sword.
Kagagagak!!!!
But Gwyn immediately followed up and thrust her sword.
Poke.
Gwyn's sword lightly poked his chest.
Jeong Yoo-shin froze stiff.
"That was good. Shall we continue?"
At Gwyn's question, Jeong Yoo-shin's eyes burned.
"Let's continue."
Jeong Yoo-shin gritted his teeth and swung his sword.
It had been a mistake to retreat because of the strange cold.
He realized that Gwyn was a more skilled swordsman than him.
But…
What did that matter?
'I'll definitely stick to her.'
Whether it turned out to be a good or bad thing, he had to continue his mind games in a close-quarters battle.
Jeong Yoo-shin charged again.
Gwyn also swung her sword.
Klaaaaaaang!!!
Kagagagak!!!
Swords clashed in the air, and the mind games between Jeong Yoo-shin and Gwyn began anew.
Jeong Yoo-shin didn't even realize the sweat pouring down his forehead as he focused.
In order to beat Gwyn, he had to feel her sword. To be precise, he had to know the distribution of her power.
He threw away the thought of not wanting to lose.
He had to use various techniques to find out what kind of swordsman Gwyn was.
Jeong Yoo-shin gritted his teeth and unleashed all sorts of techniques.
'Who are you? Gwyn.'
You know a person by their sword.
It was a phantom-like saying that would only appear in a wuxia novel, but to Jeong Yoo-shin, who was swinging his sword now, it felt real.
While swinging his sword and unleashing all sorts of techniques…
Jeong Yoo-shin felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
When was the last time he had fought this well?
Gwyn also smiled.
This man's sword…
'Nice.'
A skill that couldn’t be achieved without crossing several lines of death was imbued in his sword.
She wanted to clash swords a little more and 'feel' this barbarian's sword.
At that very moment…
Her lower abdomen strangely grew tight. Should she say it was pounding?
At the strange sensation she was feeling for the first time, the strength in her hand holding the sword drained.
'Huh?'
Jeong Yoo-shin, noticing the strangeness, looked at Gwyn's face.
Gwyn's elegant complexion was flushed.
Since they were in the middle of a mind game with their swords locked, it was a situation where they couldn't carelessly open their mouths.
But Gwyn's lips opened.
"Hyut."
?
A cute tone for a noble woman to utter.
Jeong Yoo-shin's mouth fell slightly open.
Gwyn also blushed, as if she were flustered.
Strange.
As she was clashing swords with this man, her mind became hazy.
Was that all?
As the smell of this man's sweat seeped into her nose at a close distance, the strength in her legs drained.
Gwyn discreetly stepped back.
"Let's stop here."
"L-Let's do that."
Jeong Yoo-shin also sheathed his sword and answered.
"..."
A brief silence passed between the two.
"It was a good sword. Th-Then, excuse me."
Gwyn sheathed her sword and stiffly left the training ground.
The people who had been watching with bated breath finally began to buzz.
"What happened...?"
"Gwyn's sword suddenly faltered."
"Is she not feeling well?"
Questions followed, but no one came close to the right answer.
"But he fights really well. Is that barbarian really a low-intermediate explorer?"
"I know, right. What a scary newcomer."
"How about we put him in our clan?"
"That's a bit..."
The clan members exchanged their opinions.
Jeong Yoo-shin sheathed his sword and caught his breath. The reluctance of winning or losing had disappeared. It had been a satisfying spar after a long time.
But he was worried about Gwyn's condition.
But as Gwyn had explained, since she had a Winter Heart imprint, he was sure that she wouldn't be affected by the lustful energy.
She must have had some business to attend to or had to go to the restroom urgently.
Mick approached Jeong Yoo-shin and gave him a thumbs-up.
"So did you see any decent explorers?"
At Jeong Yoo-shin's question, Mick shook his head.
'There are many talented people. But I don't know if they'll join our party.'
"After promoting myself this much, shouldn't they at least pretend to be interested and come over?"
'I know, right. Let's just wait a bit.'
Jeong Yoo-shin shook his head.
What more was there to wait for here?
Jeong Yoo-shin looked around.
"Everyone!!!"
As a huge shout echoed through the training ground, the people closed their mouths and looked at Jeong Yoo-shin.
"I'm looking for party members!!!"
"..."
"One guide!!! Two rear guards!!! I look forward to many applications!!!"
Someone asked.
"Barbarian, what's your party's name?"
Party name?
Jeong Yoo-shin hesitated for a moment. It wasn't easy to think of a name on his feet in front of so many people.
'Wouldn't it be Swine Master?'
In a confusing situation…
Once again, Bryn's words came to his mind.
"Swine...!!! No. We don't have a fixed name!"
In the end, Jeong Yoo-shin stuttered.
"..."
The training ground grew cold.
"Ah, fuck. Swine, fuck."
Jeong Yoo-shin raised his hand, covered his eyes, and muttered.
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"Gwyn-nim, how was it?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I'm not in a good condition today. I'll go and rest first."
Gwyn answered the clan members' worried questions perfunctorily and quickly returned home.
A room in the central district.
It was a stylish and clean inn, so it was one of the inns that most high-rank explorers favored.
Of course, most high-rank explorers had bought a house in the central district, but the unpretentious Gwyn had never even thought of a house.
Her home was always in the north.
Gwyn entered her room with a quick pace.
"Hoo."
She let out a sigh and took off her shirt.
Her jade-like skin and firm breasts, encased in a gray sports bra, were revealed.
Gwyn raised her sports bra with a trembling hand.
As her stiffly erect nipples were gently scraped inside the bra, Gwyn's figure staggered.
"Hii."
Once again, a cute voice echoed through the quiet room.
Gwyn, afraid that someone might hear her, quickly covered her mouth.
Fortunately, the thick, functional underwear made by the Arachne Tailoring Guild had prevented the disaster of showing her stiffly erect nipples in public.
Gwyn, with a flushed face, half-pulled down her pants.
She discreetly pulled her grayish sports panties and looked down.
The part that touched her crotch was faintly wet in a straight line.
"Ugh!"
Gwyn bit her lip hard.
'This is...?'
It was definitely the liquid that came out when you made love with someone you liked.
She remembered it because it was something her strict mother had rarely taught her with a flushed face.
But…
'What... is this?'
A sprout-like part was standing erect between her crotch.
She didn't know for sure, but it was so embarrassing.
Gwyn, to hide her shame, raised both of hands, covered her face, and looked down at her clitoris with only her eyes peeking out.
'Wh-What should I do?'
She had never learned something like this from her mother.
The only thing she knew…
Was to cherish her body until she met the person she loved.
Late at night.
Gwyn looked down at her stiffly erect clitoris, fidgeted, and blushed.
'Barbarian, what in the world kind of imprint do you have?'
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T/N - Damn, another one bites the dust. So much for her Winter Heart imprint, it didn’t block the lustful energy at all. Well, I’m pretty sure we all expected this to happen since the last chapter. Now the MC has another woman pining for him, this time the daughter of an unknown sword master. And her hometown is in the north, same as the barbarians. Hmmm…
Lastly, the new girl’s name is unfortunately reminding me of Dark Soul’s Lord of Cinder. I know Gwyn can be a girl’s name, but it always reminds me of the Dark Soul’s boss slashing at me with a flaming sword.