I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

As Fran cried over Chiara's body, she saw several humans rushing into the room again.

Meir and the others. There's just one woman I don't know. Who is it? Honestly, the appraisal doesn't work either.

I guess he's been after Fran. Mere, who rushed into the room in a hurry, looks at Chiara lying down and changes her blood phase.

"Master Chiara!

"Dear Chiara!

Meir and Mianoa were the first ones to rush over. Whatever Meir is, I've never seen Mianoa look so serious. Both Quina and Gwendalfa, who carried unconscious ground lars, each look disturbed.

And they all saw how Chiara and Fran were doing and understood. Everyone sees that Fran can use healing magic. The fact that Fran is weeping without the skill of doing...

"Fran, did you talk to Master Chiara?

Meir talks to Fran as she wets her cheeks in two and flowing tears.

"Master Chiara cared about you. Maybe the master without family felt like a grandson to you."

"... he said to live kindly, admirably and freely"

"Well... it's a masterly word"

Meir listens to Fran and nods loudly.

"Mmm..."

"Freedom…. Master Chiara had a hard time because of the crap."

Fucking jizzy? I wondered who it was about, but maybe about the previous Beast King. Ten people enslaved Chiara, but when I thought about it, she was the one who hit grandfather for Meir.

"But Master Chiara looks satisfied"

Everyone nods at Mianoa's words. Mianoa, who was your samurai, still had stronger ties to Chiara than everyone else. The Meres who understand it give way to Mianoa a place.

And Fran. You must have realized you weren't the only one mourning Chiara's death. I stood up as I rubbed my cried eyes in bright red with both hands.

"Thank you, thank you"

Mianoa kneels down and wipes the dirt off Chiara's face with a handkerchief.

"Dear Chiara... Laugh, you are here..."

Yes, Chiara is laughing. Satisfied.

Maybe Chiara had little more general sensation when she released her last move. Instead of seeing zero lead, I don't think he knew his attack didn't hit him directly and he was aided by my thoughts.

Still, he said he was happy with me and said goodbye with a smile on his face to Fran. With a really satisfying look. Would I end up smiling like that if I were destroyed now and it was over?

I can't. I'm sure I'll scratch ugly. The shards are also unsatisfactory and you should cry and regret calling Fran's name.

Chiara must have been through a lot of things, both good and bad.

Talk to friends, sip alcohol, sometimes spicy acids, and rinse muddy water - no, you're not. He must have lived a life unimaginable to a young monk in his 30s, which cannot be expressed in such simple terms.

And I think I passed away laughing like that because I have such life experience. It's impossible for me right now. I admire that. At the end of the day, I want to build up an experience that will end with laughter. Along with Fran, we will always be.

So you can't be broken in here. I try to repair myself, but I couldn't help it because of the pain.

"Gu...!

What the hell happened to me?

While everyone was surrounding Chiara, a mysterious woman came up to me outside a mosquito net.

A long woman with long silver hair and a white robe. Sharp eyes, or messy eyes. Are you angry that they left you alone?

I found myself with thin but firm muscles on my body. Even from being in a place like this, it wouldn't be just an ordinary woman.

My right eye, a long slice of peek between my long forehead, is holding onto me. What to do. It won't be the enemy that the Meres brought them here. But if this woman picks me up and even tries my gear, it's a lot of trouble.

I can't help it. Fran wanted to keep me on Chiara's side a little longer, but he can't be picked up in silence.

"Fla... Gu..."

(... hmm?

"This, woman..."

Clean up the pain because the exhilaration in battle has disappeared. Still, I managed to ask Fran for help with the reading.

Fran must have seen me and the woman and figured out what she wanted to say. When I stood up in a panic with tears wet, I ran over to me. And pick me up before a woman does.

(Master... Daijibu?

'Oh......'

That being said, I couldn't wipe the strong discomfort. Whatever you do, the pain runs, and self-repair doesn't start. The magic never recovered.

Will it heal if I get a blacksmith to repair it? No, I'd be in trouble if it didn't heal. I can't do anything like this. It's a difficult time for Fran to lose her target. I have to hold on.

"The..."

Speaking of my possessions, I guess I understand that it is a rude behavior to expose a sword to my eyes. Fran spoke to the woman with a slight hesitation. They're staring at Fran, aren't they?

"Are you the owner of that sword?

"Mmm."

The woman remains on the top of the Buddha and asks Fran. You still don't seem in the mood. Still, there seems to be a certain degree of discernment in not complaining about the crying Meres.

"Right. Let me see that sword."

Master?

Um, what do I do? I don't mind if I just show it to you, but I don't know who this woman is. However, if you say no, it looks butchy, and if it does, it does. So it looks like a hassle. In the first place, is my appraisal disguise working now?

"You should take a look"

Troubled, Meir called out there. From that mouthfeel, unexpectedly, he looks more like an eye-catching person than Mere. Moreover, it is also a tone of familiarity that can be felt somewhere.

"Master Alistair wouldn't do it wrong. Lind also sees Alistair regularly."

(Master, okay?

"Oh."

Meir trusts me that much, and if I say no here, I'll be rude. Besides, you're the kind of guy who can maintain a divine sword, right? You must be an amazing blacksmith. I don't know why you're here.

"Mmm."

"Oh, thank you."

This tone and Buddha's top surface are strange because they don't seem very strange to me when I think I'm a blacksmith. Rather, I even think of it as artisanal.

Alistair stares at me when Fran sticks out. That gaze seems to be right for my violin and pattern.

"I knew this design was...... But the shape of the pattern... You mind if I take a closer look?

"Mmm."

"Well, excuse me... Analytical Eye!"

I saw a magic cage in Alistair's eyes. Strong magic is concentrated in my eyes as much as it would seem glowing if it were darkness.

And Alistair leaked a surprise grunt.

"That's a lot of rigorous gear registration...... No, is this power the remnants of God...? And this... this... this... this, this bullshit sword, who made it? Are you a god blacksmith?

"What's going on?

"No, it's not like saying it out loud here. Later, can you give me a minute?

Hi, I think they've seen my status and stuff with abilities like appraisals. Besides, to see the reaction now, it could have been assumed that it was Intelligence Weapon.

"Besides, the magic circuit is a mess. A decent restoration is in jeopardy."

"! Really? What am I supposed to do?

"Wait a minute...... Touch it?"

"Mmm."

You're definitely talking to me about confirmation right now. He finds out it's totally intelligent Weapon.

Alistair gently touched my pattern with her thin fingertips, from which she began to shed slight magic. It just doesn't feel bad at all. Rather, he was surrounded by warm magic, enough to feel good. It could be close to when I'm getting a blacksmith to do maintenance.

'Oh......'

Is the feeling of the wound healing close to this? In my deep part, I can see something healing.

Still, self-repair doesn't work. Wasn't it such an effective healing or is my damage so serious by then? I just think I can trust this woman named Alistair.

Choroy while I was at it, for some reason I thought so. Was I the kind of guy who would go colo if he was a little gentle when he was hurt?

Master?

"I'm fine."

I feel less pain when using reading. No, I'm definitely decreasing, not feeling it. I guess thanks to Alistair. Who the hell is that?

"I got a first aid. If you don't force it, it won't get any worse. But you're never gonna fight until it's fixed, are you?

"So it heals properly?

"Of course. There's no weapon you can't fix."

"Really?"

"Oh, I'll take care of it"

"Yes... good...!

Shortly after listening to Alistair, Fran gripped my pattern, exhaling "ho". And shed a large tear.

I lost Chiara and she didn't seem well until I did. I'm sure you couldn't deny the ominational idea and have always been anxious. I couldn't even notice him with a glass about myself. You should have called him.

"Fran, I'm sorry. Let me worry. '

(Yeah...... go. But good......)