I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

My name is Quina. I am one of the royal palace samurai, serving the kingdom of the beasts.

I entered the Royal Palace maid training center when I was 2 years old. Well, I don't remember that time. This nursery gathers orphans to come and educate them, and those who are fit will be assigned to samurai, and those who are not will be assigned to other departments when they reach a certain age.

The training is very rigorous, but critical rigour that doesn't kill you, and you won't be thrown out for bad grades, so it won't be a bad receptacle for orphans.

I seem to have had quite a bit of combat talent, and I was lucky enough to be a samurai. Because what a royal samurai needs is combat power first. She completed her studies under her predecessors as she was, and became a dedicated maid with a lady when she was 14. I won't forget the day I was hooked up with the newborn lady.

Nothing like being blinded by that adorability, or being drawn to the weight of your responsibilities. Of course, I'm not saying those feelings were zero.

The lady was incredibly white. If you are an infant of the Red Cat clan, yellow skin is the norm for reddish golden hair. Some royalty have thin red golden hair. Your eyes will have lots of gold, silver, blue and tea.

But the lady had bright white hair and skin and bright red eyes. Plus, I didn't know the race for a second. I said I saw it in front of you.

I didn't know until I was taught, but it was a rarely born white godson (Shiramiko).

You were all so happy to see the lady you were born with. Seems to be because White Kamiko is often born with special skills and abilities. The lady in particular had been given a very powerful unique skill by God: white fire. According to a Royal Palace scholar who did the skill identification, we are talking about surpassing the golden flame.

I can't help but hope, but I think my surroundings are a little too annoying. Some of them said that when the lady grows up, she will destroy the Bashar kingdom with that power, etc. I want to tell you to do it yourself before you put your child's power on it.

The Beast King also seemed worried that the lady would not be crushed by the expectations around her. That one seems to be a brain muscle too - no, I'm sure it's a brain muscle, but it seems to have narrowed its wisdom to a brain muscle and been thought of as various. Because some court sparrows blew the odds, and some bragged about their malice toward the Bashar kingdom.

So the king prepared the Shadow Warriors and gave the lady freedom outside the royal palace. Though I am free to go outside the royal palace with the danger of being alone. But I think it's better than having your heart killed in the royal palace.

In fact, I grew up healthy. In the first place, the lady's combat power, given protection as a white godson, is considerable. That's enough to make you 13 and destroy the dungeon.

I was surprised then, too. It was the lady who didn't have perfect control of her skills that forced her to rampage her skills. And as it was, it wiped out the Rank E dungeon in a short time. Yes, it's annihilation, not trespassing.

It was the beginning of hearing stories about a dungeon likely to stampede in a town adventurer's guild. You said it was the royal duty of the lady to protect the people, and she went into the dungeon by herself while I was getting ready for the dungeon.

And then I came across a bunch of warcraft that were about to overflow in the first room, and I used my skills to the limit. Even if the lady escaped, there was no problem at all because the Interception Unit of the Adventurers was on time. Well, it must have been a good time to screw up.

As a result, the white flame produced by the lady who wasted no time forcing her swallowed the dungeon. Yes, the lady didn't move from the first room, and she wiped out all the warcraft inside the dungeon with white fire. Instead of the dungeon having a lot of medium level warcraft, you also worked in the lady's favor that it was small on all four levels. Because before a runaway white fire, you can't stand a warcraft with a threat degree of E, D.

No one died as a result, but the dungeon core was destroyed and the dungeon is dead. Again, I'd say it was a wasted effort.

Well, the lady earned her experience once and for all by the rampage at that time and reached evolution. At the same time, I got the title. You feel the taste of the gods where it was titled the abuser, not the dungeon trespasser.

Sometimes I get a little too well to bother people, but I don't care because it's not like I can call them.

The only problem would be that you don't have friends your age? I think it's because you're a little too strong for your age and because of the unconscious intimidation of the royal deceased.

I had a good encounter with such a lady.

I just ran into the rumored princess Black Thunder. Ever since I heard the rumors, I was hoping you'd be my lady's friend. Yet I didn't know you were going to blow a fight all of a sudden... You won't find this frightening and speechless.

Fran seemed to be the same combat lover as your daughter, and it was really nice to get along. It pisses me off when I say your friend though. They write it as a strong enemy and read it as a friend. You don't know what the brain muscle people think makes sense.

After I broke up with Mr. Fran, I headed south and tried to join him in the fight against the Bashar Kingdom, but he refused. Well, naturally. In the absence of the Beast King, there is no way the field commander can put the royal family on the dangerous front. Because any war situation will not absolve you of liability issues.

That's the day I broke up with Mr. Fran. No, I didn't go to the front line, I negotiated at the rear material storage hub and command post.

It was very troublesome to forgive the rotten lady, but when I told her to go see Fran, she managed to fix her mood. Choroy, right? I'm going to let you use this hand in the future.

It was us heading north after Mr. Fran, but there was no sign of catching up at all. I can confirm my footprints because I seem to be caught up in some noise on the road, but they say it's after I've already left wherever I go.

The last one peeled and used the rough business of waking up and running at full speed...... Mr. Fran's submissive wolf legs seemed beyond our imagination. But at last, it was time that we were going to catch up soon enough.

I didn't know that would happen...

When we arrived at Gringoat, we noticed that there was a great rush in the castle fort. When you talk to your lord, what an imminent herd of warcraft from the north.

At this time of year? There will be no connection to the Bashar Kingdom. The relationship between the two can also be seen from the story of Mr. Fran and some of the other adventurers being attacked by assassins. Didn't you dare try to send the leading adventurers south, not north, by sending the assassins who found out it was the work of the Bashar kingdom?

Our country's adventurers are all bloody people, so if they do, they should think about doing it back. As a result, many adventurers were heading to the front with the Bashar Kingdom, which was understaffed.

Yes, there's no way the lady won't stick up. We were told that aspirations, including a few adventurers, had gone out, but the lady also jumped out after them.

But apart from the direction they told me there was a warcraft along the way, they captured the signs that there was a herd of warcraft. Not even two of them.

On one side, it seemed that an advance willing force was already attacking. We had heard beforehand about the strength of a few elite advance teams, so we would have absolutely no problem leaving it to them. Rather excessive force? So me and the lady decided to head for the other, a handful of troops.

However, surprisingly, it didn't seem to be just a bunch of warcraft. It was a bunch of evil men, but it was all the same gear, riding the same warcraft. Moreover, he is following the orders of Durahan, the commander, precisely, and takes very tactical moves. Well, still, it wasn't our enemy. If you hunted Durahan first, it would have been easy to wipe out the rest.

After destroying that herd, the lady and I decided to go further north to find out what was behind it. Lind also grew as the lady grew, so I enjoy traveling very much.

But it was supposed to be just reconnaissance, but there's been an emergency. Oh, my God, a tremendous amount of armies of evil men and Mr. Fran were fighting alone.

Naturally, there's no reason for the lady to abandon us, and we're going to join the war. Well, that's no choice. Because I didn't think the lady could just scout from the start.

But why is my opponent a heavily armed Durahan? Honestly, you don't like this type of person, do you? I don't like it, or the decision-maker lacks it. I'm a battle style that pokes and assassinates a steeple of creatures, so a defensive necromancer is the worst compatible.

But the lady told me to do it. There's no reason to run.

"The lady asked me to, so you let me stop you, right?

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"Ha. The Necromancer is silent and boring."

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"I have no choice. Do you really fight without chatter once in a while"

Fun and cluelessness are my motto in life, but I only decide to do everything in my power to meet the lady's expectations.