I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

What a trivial trigger for people to change.

A small trigger for a sudden visit one day instead of a dramatic incident. Before you realize it, that changes people.

The beginning of the matter was a favor from an acquaintance.

Mulleria. Poor woman whose spirit was eroded by evil gods. A woman whose only interest is Romeo. And she was a beautiful woman.

I remember the shock the first time I saw it. When I saw the woman, I thought she was beautiful, because that was the first time. I don't even know carnal desire. It was just seen in its beauty.

It is not a facial creation. its harshness, distortion, and chillness. Vulnerability swept by the fantasy of love, etc., or arrogance towards others. I was fascinated by the existence that held them all.

I was laid off on the battlefield, dumped on that battlefield, and raised.

When it comes to battlefields, they tend to think they kill each other 24 hours a day from morning to night, but that's not true. It takes days to travel, and on nights when the enemy is invisible, both factions often leave the soldiers.

And if you step back a little from the front line, the soldiers are spending their days drinking and playing beats. Some merchants come to sell things, even whores who sell spring.

Whores who come all the way to the battlefield. Unlike noble opponents luxury whores, etc. On the contrary, it was all translated women who couldn't even be in the town whorehouse.

My mother seems to be one of those whores. Well, I've never even met him, so I can just assume that's the case in the circumstances.

I don't know how that happened. It's just that I was born on the battlefield and sold off as it was. Apparently, it was a mercenary unit with all the warcrafters who bought me.

The reason the mercenary squad bought me is simple. to feed the warcraft. By daring to teach the Warcraft the taste of men, it helps to increase the will to fight on the battlefield.

But before I could fit in the stomach of a warcraft, that mercenary regiment was destroyed, and I survived. By then he seemed to be 2 or 3 years old.

I don't know if they were sold after they were raised to some extent or if the mercenary regiment raised the milk drinkers for a little while.

However, thanks to the fact that my body was up enough to move around on its own, I never came to the worst end of being debilitated to death while being overthrown.

They stripped their clothes from the corpses, sipped muddy water, devoured the dead flesh of men and wicked men, and perpetuated it as a place to live on the battlefield. My memory is vague because of my childhood, though I don't have anything to tell you.

Until one of the mercenaries picked me up, I lived like such a beast. Pick me up - you might as well have captured me. Anyway, the mercenary regiment that picked me up belonged to the survivors of the mercenary regiment that bought me from my mother, and that guy taught me a lot.

I hear the mercenary regiment was going to make up for the reduced soldiers with their children. It's cheaper if you pick it up than if you buy a slave. Just for that reason, I was given the name "Zero Thread" and raised as a mercenary.

What the mercenaries needed would have been knocked in the whole way. He also taught me my origins and the story of the previous mercenary regiment. In the end, the regiment also lost the battle a few years later, even though it was wiped out, including the caretaker.

Afterwards, he continued to live on the battlefield, rolling around as a mercenary. I've lived in town and stuff, but you just couldn't breathe.

Just a little rampage and the guards fly in, and it's gold to do anything. It was a place where all things were raw and frustrating.

In that regard, the battlefield is the best. People can kill all they want and stay strong all the time. More importantly, I felt alive.

Besides, the simple part is fine. Those who have power are righteous. The dead are the losers. The winner takes it, and the loser takes it. There will be no other place this easy to understand.

I rode the invitation of Jiji of Linford, also because I heard that I could gain strength. Did you ever find out that you're an evil god or that you're arranging a nomination? If there's a fight, that's fine.

I've seen mercenaries lurk on gambling and playboards, but to me, I'm just saying that was the fight.

I just mouthed what is said to be superb booze and it never healed my thirst more than the blood of my enemies. I've tried holding a woman to play, but I didn't get any more excitement than slashing her with a mighty enemy.

That's the first time I've learned to impress anyone but the battle, Murreria. I'm not going to say that I smell blue when I'm swollen in love.

But it was only then, later and earlier, that the desire to talk arose before the desire to fight in front of the strong.

When we actually had the conversation, the craziness was pushing through. I find such a woman beautiful. I guess I'm crazy too.

That's their final wish. You can make it happen. That's what I thought, I took Romeo out...

"Uncle. Who?"

"Uncle, what is that?

"Uncle, run faster!

"Uncle. Are you kidding me?"

"Uncle -"

I've never taken care of a kid. I couldn't help but bother. I'll tell him I'm tired right away and I'll sit back and say it hurts a little bit or something. It was helpful not to cry in front of me, but I had some trouble being strangely nostalgic.

What's this all about? Well, I'm pretty sure you treated me well. I forgot about Murreria, and it's part of the request to carry the kid safely.

But where in me is the element of nostalgia? Is this kid crazy, too?

Still, we managed to continue our journey and take them to the orphanage in Barbora...... No way, if you didn't want to break up with me, I didn't think you'd wake me up. I don't know what that means.

But what doesn't make more sense is me taking such Romeo over. What are you doing? Are you nuts?

But I couldn't really leave Romeo. I have myself laughing bitterly when I see a kid laugh.

That's when I remember, for some reason, Murreria. And just before that, we killed each other, it was Baba the Black Cat Clan.

Those two eyes. It shouldn't look anything like it, but Baba's eyes coming at me and Murreria's eyes asking for Romeo disappear when they float behind her brain. Um, desperate, yet clear watery eyes.

I don't know why.

"Uncle. What's the matter with you?

"Nothing. Go to sleep now."

"Yeah......"

Why should I be in a hurry when I see Romeo fall asleep with a fever? I got my eye on that monstrous high elf. If you leave your luggage Romeo and run, I might be able to get away with it.

But I couldn't do that. Really.

What the hell happened to me?

How come you're swinging all the way here to one kid?

"Ugghhhhhhhh?

For a moment, he said his consciousness was flying. I think I remember the old days, but I don't remember them very well. Was that the one with the running lights?

Now, Sierra - they say Romeo is growing up. Hard to believe, but the signs looked just like Romeo's. We have to protect that Sierra.

Romeo's special abilities can affect and control evil people...

"It doesn't matter...!

That's why I care about Romeo, I can tell you as much as I want. But I don't care about everything.

Now I'm just protecting Sierra. There is power to protect, everything else was trivial.

"Ohhhhh! I'm not dead yet! Come more! hahhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!