Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"There's nothing you can do about it.”

The Belarusian family is a white writer. It was small but not comparable to the size of the I-Rak land.

If Valvacca was as gentle as before, it wouldn't have been a big problem if he refused. Valvacca used to be a good and gentle man.

But now, no matter how hard I look at it, I didn't think it would end like

"It's not bad for you either, is it? If I had a relationship with the count, I would have been stronger.”

"Don't be funny."

Caron gritted his teeth.

"I didn't really want to be a lord or a politician."

"It would be good for the land."

"Does it seem to you that the lord wants power?"

"That's not true."

For generations, the Halvark family had little desire and was satisfied with what they had. Luke was an exception, but Rebek didn't change.

"The lord is content to keep his land. He wouldn't want to gain power by selling his daughter."

Caron crumpled his face.

"First of all, I want you to walk the path of the sword."

"I have talent."

Talent? That's not the word. The lady is above the others. If you keep trying... You can be a great man.”

Caron said with a dreamy face. The Great. The Swordmaster.

Caron is a talented prosecutor. So I was able to find out what kind of talent Leica had. It was so unfortunate.

"I can't believe I'm stuck in such a place.”

Caron clenched his fist.

However, nothing changed even though Caron was angry. For the next few days, Valvacca kept approaching Leica and trying to make contact.

Although Boros stopped him, Valvacca is the owner of the estate. I couldn't have listened to my son. Leica's face was getting dark day by day, and Karen's face was getting red as well.

In that situation, Asher headed to the village below the castle. There was something to buy. As I walked through the village, I saw miserable people.

a landscape more like a slum than a white writer I couldn't see a man in shape anywhere. It was so contrasted with the splendid appearance of the castle.

The scenery near the castle was clearly visible outside the territory. Someone blocked Asher's face.

"Give me the money."

I wonder if it's in the middle 10? A child close to the boy was holding a knife. With a smaller child in his side, he pushed in his trembling hand.

"Jji, I'm going to stab you.”

Asher looked at the boy. The boy faltered as if he was overpowered by the gaze, but came slowly with his teeth clenched. The boy gave strength to the hand holding the knife.

"Stop it."

Boros grabbed the boy by the arm with a gloomy face. The boy was so startled that he missed the sword.

"Do, Master….”

"This is our guest. I have an obligation to protect."

Boros took some coins out of his arms and held them in the boy's hands.

"You'll be able to buy some medicine for your brother. Caron, go."

"Go, thank you. Master…."

Caron grabbed his brother's hand and ran away with his head nodding. Boros smiled bitterly at Asher.

"That's not fair. Did you say your name was Asher?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. I've shown you a terrible situation."

Asher was an employee, and Boros was a nobleman, but he was courteous to Asher.

"You should apologize to someone else, not me."

"Mr. Leica... You're talking about it.”

The future father-in-law wants his son's fiance. Even the most ferocious and arrogant aristocrats did not do it.

Boros dropped his head without a word. Asher opened his mouth quietly.

"Velaturia. I am its master. You trust me. I am loyal to you. I will support you at the bottom."

a word out of the blue and irrelevant Far from being embarrassed, Boros just seemed surprised. There was a sense of vegetation in his eyes.

"How did you say that....”

"That's what Valvacca used to say."

This was the clearest description of Valvacca. I thought it was the headquarters of Yeongju that supported the people, not controlling them.

"I think it's a little different now."

“…….”

Boros gave a bitter smile without saying a word. Asher returned to the castle and turned back as if he had suddenly risen.

"Mr. Boros, may I ask you a favor?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"I need something, but strangely, they don't sell it here. Even though it's not that hard to get. Can you get it for me.

"What are you talking about?”

Asher said the goods. Boros tilted his head curiously.

"Why do they?"

"It's because I personally need it."

"Hmm… it doesn't matter much. Okay. I think we can arrange it for you by tomorrow."

"Thank you."

Asher gave an example and began to return to the castle.

***

"Balbaccara, who covets women and despises common people....”

Asher muttered around the castle garden. In the past, everyone would laugh at me for being a dog, but now there is no such thing as a dog.

Asher touched the blue rose. This rose, which is a rare breed and needs to be cultivated, had the same weight of jewelry. Called a symbol of wealth, it was a rose frequently raised by arrogant and greedy aristocrats.

The garden was full of such blue roses. Asher gave her hand a boost. The rose has broken.

"Who are you?"

"This is Asher."

Asher replied. Valvacca, who had already approached, was staring at Asher, frowning.

"What is it in here?"

"You don't remember. I saw the lord with you."

"What? … yeah. Are you a servant of the Irak family?"

Valvacca nodded, but it was not a sign of memory.

"Do you know me?"

Valvacca asked. With a confident, proud face.

"I know. Valvacca Bellaturia. The Hero of the Past."

"Yes, I am a hero. He is a great man. It would be an honor for your family to have a relationship with me."

Valvacca continued with a grim face.

"Go tell him. The great Valvacca wants Reika Halvark as her concubine. It would be better for you to marry me than for my ugly son."

"You're a snob for a hero."

Valvacca snorted.

"That's how heroes are."

"May I ask you a question?"

Asher asked in a subdued voice.

"Tell me."

"On my way here, I saw bandits fleeing the territories of Belarus. She had a child and a girl. Do you know what happened?"

"Yeah. They ran away from my city. I sent a search party, but they didn't find it."

"Why did they run away?”

"He said he couldn't live in my city. rude things."

Valvacca clicked his tongue with a distorted face.

"I can't believe you ran away from a nobleman when you were a commoner. I'll execute them all if I catch them.”

"Is that so?"

Asher burst into laughter.

'I'm nothing. Captain of Guards, I exist because they support me. That's what aristocrats are like. You're a pathetic person who can't do anything by himself.’

In the past. It was what someone said to him.

And he was no longer in this world.

"May I ask you one last question?"

The snowflake headed for Valvacca.

"What's your name?"

"What nonsense?"

Valvacca smiled in vain.

"I am Valvacca Bellaturia. He is the owner of the land and a great hero."

There was not an inch of shaking in his voice.

"Valvacca Bellaturia. All right."

Asher laughed small. He pulled himself up.

"I'll tell you."

***

"No!"

Caron hit the table with a red face. Fragments of the trees splashed in all directions.

"You can't do this! Oh, my God, Valvacca is a lady!

Valvacca was blatant as time went by. Boros, who had already been the target of political maneuvering, had long been left behind.

And today, Reyka was called to his room separately. Caron grabbed the sword.

"I can't just sit back and watch!"

"Well, then what can I do?"

Caron Asher, who was about to run to Valvacca's room, clicked his tongue.

"Are you going to start a war? Mr. Revelock must be very happy."

"Then you're going to stay put!"

Caron shouted and pulled out the sword.

"I am a knight who devotes loyalty to my lord. I can't wait to see a lady play tricks on an old man!"

"That's very loyal.”

Caron first called Valvacca a great hero, and now he was calling him an old man. I laughed at the visible change of heart.

"No more heroes of the past."

Caron clenched his teeth to the door. As soon as I tried to open it roughly, the door opened on the other side.

"…Mr. Boros?"

"Good morning."

Valvacca's son, Boros, came in with a gloomy face. He glanced at Karen.

"Are you going to your father?”

"…please move."

Caron looked down at Boros with contempt.

"There's nothing to be seen by a successor who can't even protect his fiancee."

"It's not the engagement I wanted."

"That's what...!”

Charon's muscles swelled up. Boros muttered again.

"It's an engagement that no one but my father wanted."

“…….”

Caron paused. Boros came inside.

"You don't have to worry about her. My father is a weak drinker. You don't even know that the woman next to you is a simple whore, not Mr. Reyka."

Boros glanced away at Asher. Caron opened his mouth in embarrassment.

"Oh, how."

"Well, it's because I distrust myself."

Boros touched the ornaments on the wall in a melancholy.

"I run an information organization."

"What?"

Caron asked back. There was a strong perception that the information organization was usually the work of the lowly. But the heir to the estate runs such an intelligence organization.

"I used to like that. But that's not the only reason. Lord Yun, my father must at least run an intelligence organization by blocking any outside exchanges.”

"You blocked the exchange?”

"Yes."

Boros said with a wry face.

"No information connected to the outside world has been made available. We've been living here in isolation for 20 years."

"…why?"

"How come?"

Boros looked at Caron.

"You said you'd met your father before. Do you think our lord is the same as he was?"

“…….”

Caron failed to answer. Boros answered alone.

"No, my father is not a hero now. I've become a different person since 20 years ago.”

Asher listened quietly to their conversation. Boros looked at the houses outside the window.

"Look at the village. People are dying of hunger, shivering in the cold without a home, and father wants more jewelry. They overwork people and raise taxes for him.”

Boros clenched his fist.

"Now my father is a simple monster."

“…….”

"But people are still looking forward to it. Great Lord. I heard a great hero will come to his senses someday. One by one, they die."

Boros laughed.

"What is false hope."

"How can a great hero....”

"Hero?"

Boros smiled with self-praise.

"There's something my father has always said since I was born. Son, I will put my name on my soul. You will marry someone you love."

words that are virtually impossible for a child born of noble blood But Valvacca was called a hero because he practiced it.

"I believed that. My father changed and became strange, but I believed it was true, not a lie."

Valvacca, as a hero, pledged himself with his soul. It can't be a lie. Boros thought so.

"Five years ago. I got to know a woman outside. He wasn't noble, but he was kind and good. She was a woman that everyone could love. I brought him to the estate and showed him.”

Boros said calmly.

"And the next day, he became a corpse."