Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Wait here."

Caron stepped out of the carriage with a stiff face. Asher followed suit.

"You stay here.”

"Why? I'm not weak enough to be run over by bandits, either."

"It's a matter of mind before force."

Leica is not ready to kill people yet. Asher came out and closed the door. Caron frowned at Asher, but did not say anything and looked at the bandits.

"Well."

And I was embarrassed. The bandits were blocking the carriage's way. One by one, he grabbed the farming implements and pushed in his trembling hands.

"Hey, give me the food."

It was a body that would break even if it was slightly dried up. Half of the members were women and children.

Farmers who ran away because they lacked food, not professional bandits. Caron's eyes shook slightly, but soon the shaking stopped.

a royal tomb

The farmers, who blocked the road by the sound of the blue metal, trembled. Caron grabbed the sword.

"Back off. This is the carriage of Revelock, the owner of the great Irak estate. If we approach it any further, we'll cut it off."

The livelihood came upon the peasants. Their faces were pale and the children and women collapsed.

But they weren't out of sight. Eyes filled with desperation gave strength to the hand holding the farming tool. Caron grabbed the sack with a stiff face.

As soon as Caron tried to move, Asher pulled Caron's neck.

"Stop."

"Laugh!"

Caron shook off Asher's hand roughly.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know if it's because it's an ignorant article, but I only know how to fight."

"Are you insulting me?"

The livelihood was directed from the peasants to Asher. It was a well-established, dense life, but Asher calmly tapped Caron on the shoulder.

"Then are you going to see the blood in front of the girl?"

At Asher's words, Caron paused. He soon opened his mouth in protest.

"…I don't intend to. I'm just going to make them run away."

"They're not going to run anyway. It's the same thing whether you cut yourself or starve yourself."

Those who sat up slowly pulled up, but they were still blocking the path of the carriage. Caron clenched his teeth.

"So you want to deal with the bandits? As a knight of the great aristocracy....”

"For the dignity and pride of the family, you will not compromise with the bandits."

Asher took out the gold coins and threw them at the farmers.

"If you go to a nearby town with it, you'll get something to eat.”

The farmers rushed to grab the gold coins. They nodded their heads out of the way.

"But I'm just an employee, so I don't have any honor....”

"…that would be your money."

He was also receiving money because he was an employee. Asher spoke with a grain of salt.

"There's nowhere to use it."

“…….”

They went back into the carriage. Asher followed, Leica asked with a bored look.

"What happened?”

"It worked out fine."

"That's a relief. You said you don't have a bandit. Why do you meet a bandit as soon as you enter the realm of white writers?"

Leica grumbled and Asher closed her eyes. The clothes the farmers were wearing were familiar.

They didn't come from far away. He had escaped from the territories of Belarus.

'What happened? Valvacca.'

***

It was not long before two days later. Fortunately, he has not met with a thief. We have barely reached the territories of Belarus.

"There's a castle."

It was Reika's first speech. From the outside of the territory, I could see a huge Yeongji castle at a glance.

Caron stammered.

"Oh, how."

"Caron..."

"No, miss. It certainly wasn't in the past."

"When is that?"

"About 20 years ago."

"Before I was even born. In the meantime, you must have made one.”

"No way."

Charon muttered in denial, but Young Ji-sung was coming into their sight with a high figure.

"How could Valvacca....”

"I can see it."

The door opened. A young man who appeared to be twenty approached Leica with several guards. The man held out his hand to Leica with a smile.

"The eldest daughter of the land of Irak. Are you Leica Halvark?"

"That's right."

"Welcome to visit. I'm Boros Bellaturia. The Bellaturian family is in the red."

Leica let out a small exclamation. The meaning of the word was one meaning.

"Then you.”

"Yes, your fiance."

Boros gave a bitter smile.

"I don't want it.”

"What?"

Leica was embarrassed by the unwelcome atmosphere. Caron took a step forward as if to protect her.

"I don't think that's what I'm saying from the perspective of the land of Belarus."

"Oh, you've made an excuse. What's the name of the driver?

"The Knight of the House of Leberroks. This is Caron."

"Caron?"

Boros frowned and soon burst into admiration.

"Ah… it's you. I was wondering where you went and you were on this land.”

Charon's expression slightly hardened. Boros continued with an interesting face.

"The head of the Academy. He was the most talented prosecutor. All the families wanted your loyalty, but they disappeared and went where, and I didn't expect you to be in the country."

"…you have a good ear."

Boros just laughed at the tone of Caron's hard-fixed tone.

"I have to get some information to survive.”

“…….”

If I remember correctly, have you ever met my father?"

"It was 20 years ago."

"Then you know my father. You'd better erase that memory."

Boros said with a gloomy face.

"Now my father is just a monster."

“…….”

To the lord, to his father, Charon was too harsh to speak and shut up. Boros turned his eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Asher. I'm an employee."

"I see. Oh. I didn't say hello to you out of politeness.”

Boros bent down in a disciplined manner.

"Welcome. They're Irak Youngji. Welcome to my visit."

“…….”

There was no reply. The atmosphere was so different that Leica's expression began to blur. Boros was not embarrassed by such a reaction and turned familiarly.

"Then come inside. I'll show you to the castle."

The carriage entered the territory and saw the scenery inside.

The first thing I saw was the naked, skinny people. The children were looking up at the carriage with their fingers in their mouths. Asher frown.

'DALLA.'

In the past, the land of Belarus may be poor, but it was full of vitality. There was no worry in people's faces and everyone was happy.

But now I felt like I was looking at a slum. People's eyes were dead and their movements were lifeless. The mother was looking at the child's howling without expression.

Whenever I saw the village, Leica's face darkened and Boros opened his mouth with a bitter face.

"You'd better be careful. These days, there's been a murder targeting women, and the atmosphere isn't good."

"Yes…."

Leica replied with a sickened look.

***

"What is this!"

Reika, who was guided to the castle's quarters, shook the hem of the dress roughly.

"This is a hero's village? It's a slum!"

"Oh, how..."

Caron was still feeling embarrassed. Leica sat roughly on the bed.

"I think it would be better to just live in the middle of the battlefield than live here."

Leica pounded the bed. A soft touch enveloped her hand.

"The room is luxurious again. You always looked at me from the same place as the common people. That's enough nonsense."

"But in the past, it really was."

"Not now. What does the past matter?”

"No way."

Asher smoothed one of the ornaments on the wall. a splendid design It was a high-priced accessory at auction.

'DALLA.'

In the past, Belarusian retainers pleaded with Valvacca every day. As a lord, I always said, "Please keep at least your dignity, so that the level of land can rise."

And Balbacca refused, holding a farming tool, asking if she would feed him.

It's weird.

"But the lord will be gentle."

Laika murmured with faint hope. Valvacca is a good man who rose on the rock of a hero. I had expectations that such a person would not be strange.

The next day. They met Youngjoo. Balbacca.

"Come on in here."

Leica's first feeling was embarrassment. Valvacca beat the table with a wrinkled face without looking at Leica.

"You must have had a hard time coming from the countryside.”

Caron and Leica's faces were hardened by rude remarks that could not be considered a political target.

"Didn't you tell me not to make you do this? Son."

"But the lord should see you."

"Sound of a dog."

Valvacca spit with a thud.

"I'm already busy, but....”

Asher narrowed her eyes. It was so different. There was no big difference in face. Just the old Valvacca was a little old-looking.

But the atmosphere was very different. In the past, it used to be a gentle and gentle atmosphere, but now a vulgar atmosphere was flowing out of Valvacca. Valvacca waved his hand.

"Bring the wine."

A woman shuddered and brought a bottle of liquor. I spilled a little bit of my wrist while pouring alcohol into Balbacca's glass.

"Well, I'm sorry!"

The maid hastily attached herself to the ground. If he were a Balvacca in the past, he would have laughed and said he was fine, but Balvacca twisted his face.

"You don't need a hand that can't do your job. Drag him and cut his wrist.”

"My Lord!"

The lady raised her head in a hurry.

"I have served the lord for twenty years!"

"You've been with him for 20 years, and you can't do this? I don't need such a lady. Shut up and drag it."

"Lord!Lord!"

The maid kept struggling, dragged by the guard. Boros grabbed the guard's arm with a stiff face.

"Stop it."

"I am the lord. Get out of the way, son."

"I'm in front of you. Why don't you follow some examples?"

"What kind of..."

Valvacca stopped in rapid succession. He looked at Leica. Leica stepped back unknowingly, looking at her whole body.

"…yes. Let me go. What was your name again?

"Le, this is Leica....”

"Yes."

Valvacca gave a sullen smile. Leica was frightened.

***

"What the heck!"

Caron shouted violently. Shortly after the meeting with Valvacca, Leica was assigned a different room. Right next to the room near Valvacca. It was clearly an intentional assignment. Caron bit his lips.

"What the hell is it? "Fan ID," how did the hero....”

"I guess it's not a hero."

"Don't talk nonsense."

At Asher's carefree words, Caron glared at Asher with glowing eyes.

"You can say that because you don't know Valvacca from the past."

"Well."

There was nothing he didn't know if he knew better than Charon.

"Why the hell? What happened to the good old man?”

"As time goes by, people change."

"Don't be funny. Valvacca is not the man to do that."

"Then it's for a different reason."

Asher smoothed the wrist brace.