Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Take it."

Asher held a necklace in her hand. I didn't feel any power, but it was given by the emperor himself, so it's no wonder it's not an ordinary item.

"You received a letter of recommendation from the captain of the guard. You can think of it as something higher than that."

"…Thank you."

Asher's hand flinched at the unexpected reward.

I never thought I'd get this.

Asher knew the necklace.

A necklace that only the Emperor can present himself. In other words, the owner of the necklace was a person certified by the emperor himself.

It was the same as the recommendation letter from the captain of the guard. The owner of the necklace could move anywhere within the realm of the empire without restriction. The store is free to use and exempt from any legal problems.

In addition, countries within the sphere of influence, even if not within the realm of the empire, exert considerable power. If he showed his necklace even when crossing the border, he could pass it without any special inspection.

'Not only does it have its advantages.

There was no way to give such a benefit at no cost. Every act of using this necklace is delivered directly to the emperor. It is no exaggeration to say that users' every move is reported.

But I take that into account. It was a considerable reward. If you don't wear a necklace, the information won't be delivered.

"Thank you for your kindness."

"That's all for you and the Empire."

The emperor buried himself in the throne.

"It's time for another calculation."

"What do you want?"

"It's not much. Do you know the kingdom of Ravia?"

"…yes, I know."

It was the place I was going to go after this. The emperor weighed down his forehead as if he was tired.

"And the damn hero went crazy again. Not just one or two. The current situation is that they have to deal with it, but they can't even afford it. So I'll order you."

The Emperor beckoned again. The poet behind came up and handed Asher a scroll.

"Go to the Kingdom of Arabia and find out why and why. Write it down on the scroll and tear it up, and it will be delivered to me."

There was no cause or reason to reject. If you refuse the Emperor's order, it won't end nicely. Most of all, he tried to go to the kingdom of Ravia, so there was no waste of time.

Asher was about to answer, the emperor said quietly.

"You can't be bossy without a price. "The Empire gives the right reward to the talented."

The emperor rang the bell. The door burst open and knights and women-in-law came in.

"I'll open the Imperial Box."

"…are you serious?"

It was rude to ask the emperor again, but it was so. The emperor spoke with a slight face.

"No matter how precious things are, it's meaningless when dust piles up. Take anything with you. Guide me."

"Follow His Majesty's orders."

The women-in-law came up to Asher.

"Come this way, please."

"…Thank you."

"I hope we'll have more fun next time we meet."

Asher said his last greeting to the emperor and left.

The gate of Daejeon is closed.

***

"I can't believe you opened the Imperial Box.’

Asher fiddled with the black key in her hand.

the black door in front of him Although it is not shabby, it was one of the most secure places in the Empire.

The Imperial Box. A place containing the armor that even the Empire considers valuable. They were objects that could kill dozens of lives if anything contained in them was sprayed on the public.

A sword made by grinding the bones of a dragon, a sacred object that the saint himself gave grace to, a necklace of thousands of years of curses, and a sword by Swordmaster.

They were all priceless, and prosecutors and priests would turn their eyes around and save them.

Click.

Put the key in the keyhole, and turn it. The door opened automatically, and he stepped inside.

"Whoow."

He exhales his breath out. The cool air passes through the skin.

"I can't believe you're back here.”

I've been here several times in my previous life, but it was a rice cake in my painting. Even as a captain of the guard, he couldn't take what was inside.

So I just looked around, but I can't believe I took it after I reincarnated. It was a new feeling.

When I looked inside, dozens of things were neatly organized.

"Of course."

What should I take? Asher grabbed the dagger next to her and swung it. The cut-off space cracked and distorted the air.

Weapons were not much needed at this point. You just have to take out the weapon stored in the wrist guard anyway. Each of these weapons contained transcendental powers, but they were not enough for him to use.

I don't need a curse or a divine power.’

Of course, it is powerful enough to use the power of a hero temporarily, but the problem was that it was disposable. Foreign forces, such as curses and sacred forces, could only be stored, but could not be charged on their own.

So let's find magic or artifacts.

Asher skimmed the armor. A ring came into his eye while checking everything.

a black ring with no pattern It looks like an ordinary ring on the outside, but Asher knew that.

"Why is this here....”

It was not in the box of the Empire in my previous life. Frustrated, Asher held the ring.

"Are you done choosing?"

"Yes."

I showed the ring to the driver who was waiting outside. The driver's face slightly changed, but he left the way without a murmur.

"Then follow your orders."

"I know."

"I'll show you around. Follow me."

Asher has recovered the sword and wrist guards that Asher left behind the knight.

[Are you done?]

"Did you have a good conversation with your Majesty?"

"Yes."

I answered both questions at once. Arna sighed lightly.

"That's a relief. Your Majesty is basically gentle, but sometimes he looks different."

"…I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Does the Emperor hate heroes?"

"…no?"

Arna shook her head.

"I didn't see any sign of it."

"Is that so?"

The emperor's reaction was strange. asked the emperor. Are you a hero?

There was a clear hostility. It's a deep, hostile feeling that sees the unclean person in his life.

'Was there an incident?’

But he remembered that nothing happened to the childhood emperor. If Arna also doesn't know, it's probably not recent either.

"…what did you say?"

Arna asked with a stiff face. Asher shook her head.

"No, it's an illusion."

"Are you leaving now?”

"Yes."

There was nothing more to see in the capital. Arna stretched out her hand as if she were trying to catch Asher. But it went down weakly just before it touched the sleeve.

"…you must be having a hard time. Please don't die. Please."

Arna said with a bitter smile. Asher nodded quietly.

***

"I'm tired."

Asher arrived at the accommodation, she shook off her sleeves. It was Hwangseong after a long time. The cumbersome examples and manners had to wear him out.

[Failed.]

The golden sword on the waist spouted fat.

[Failed to get anything]]

"There will be another chance later."

I don't think he's coming.]

"If you don't come, you don't."

[Oh, my god.]

Asher fiddled with the ring. He said in an interesting voice whether he felt the existence of a black ring that had been sulking.

[What's that? It's not an ordinary ring.]

"Do you know?”

[Something... Hmm. Magic?]

"Similar."

the most necessary armor for him now There was nothing better for a man like him.

[…Oh, really.]

Then the sword suddenly muttered nervously.

[It's annoying to be out of the Imperial City] Do something about that.]

"Still?"

I've rarely fallen. If you take out the yellow star and the owner of the bottom, it stays together.]

"Hmm."

It must have been quite a shock. Don't tell me you didn't fall off while you were coming here from the Irak estate.

Asher looked up into the air and opened his mouth.

"Why don't you stop coming out now. Cayers."

"...a ruined child.”

The shadow on the wall split itself. It was completely assimilated, and it was a hideout where even a brilliant knight could not feel a sense of hypocrisy, let alone pretending to be popular.

"You must have learned it right from the former.”

Even the Imperial City of the Empire seems to be too much, but that much would allow us to infiltrate the palace without anyone knowing.

"You."

Cayers stared at Asher with a stiff face.

"Who knows about me?"

"You don't know. All I know is a national convention."

"Don't play with words."

There is a rush of energy. Asher waved away.

"It's not a pun, it's true."

"Funny sound."

Caius gritted his teeth.

"How can a child like you know about a national convention?"

"But I know. It's more comfortable than arguing."

"If you're going to keep the noise going, right now....”

"The owner of the subject hates cucumbers.”

Cayers stopped as he tried to use coarse language. In silence he murmured in a trembling voice.

"How…?"

"I know.”

"Hey, that's ridiculous. A kid like you."

"Did this answer you?"

the organization of information on a subject

The hero's name was not given, but it had a corresponding impact. It is no exaggeration to say that all the information that will shake the world has a theme.

They don't take money. They don't swear allegiance to anyone. It simply collects information without hesitation, and it disperses it to the world, and it refers to the confusion and disorder that arise.

A man who knows everything in the world It is the information organization on the subject.

Basically, he's a figure in the background, but Asher knew.

"…how do you know?”

Caius asked with a subdued face.

"You can't tell at your age."

"It's your job to dig it up, isn't it? I'll figure it out."

“…….”

Cayers shut his mouth. He messed his hair nervously.

"Oh, my God. I'm dying. Bellaturia would be much better."

"Sad. How's the party going now? I'm not old enough to die."

"Ha. You don't know that much.”

Caius laughed.

"The party is in the doghouse.”

"…the senor?"

Asher frowned at the unbecoming words. Caius crumpled his face roughly.

"Yeah. The damn old man got senile and stuck in a place like Belarus. He burned all the information he had and disappeared. Do you know how hard it was for me to restore it?"

"…the convention is senile?"

"I said yes.”

Asher groaned. It was a remark that didn't fit that well. Cayers rubbed around his eyes.

"That's enough. As you said, it's my job to find it's my job. A secretive employer. That sounds fun. You know our vows, don't you?

"I dedicate my true loyalty to the hidden."

It's a confidence. I swore that there would be no information that the subject could not obtain, and that there would be no master of mine.

"Yes, that's right. Can you be the master of the subject?"

Caius said with a confident face. Asher did not answer.

"I'll have to run around in my feet. Oh, one last piece of information."

"Tell me."

"You know the territory of Dragon Slayer, right? There's a rumor that you can hear a dragon cry there.”

"The Dragon Cry in the Spirit of the Dragon"?

Asher burst into laughter.

"No way."

"It's a rumor, but it's a possibility. Here's the information."

Cayers handed dozens of papers to Asher. Asher was overwhelmed with acceptance.

"Where are you going now?"

"The Kingdom of Arabia."

"Oh, there."

Caius said with a vague look.

"…I'm sure everything's okay?”

At the end of the sentence, Caius' body was eaten into darkness. Finally, the sign disappeared and the sword murmured.

[After the topic?] Information organization?]

"That's right."

Asher explained to the sword. After the explanation, the sword spoke in a disbelief.

Don't you get paid? There can't be such an intelligence organization.]

"But I did. They worshiped knowledge and information rather than money."

[Sighs]

The sword kicked its tongue.

Your days were a real madman's den. It's a time when basic human thinking doesn't work.]

"So it's the age of heroes."

The hero's behavior differs from ordinary people's understanding. Just as the characters in the fairy tale cannot be understood in the eyes of the real adult, so did the heroes.

"Asher!"

The door burst open and Leica appeared gasping for breath. Asher opened her mouth the moment she tried to say something.

"I can't tell you."

"…it'll be ruined."

Leica brushed off her sweat with a grimace.

"Is it possible to talk to the Emperor? And I'm going to go this way."

"What, what, you're leaving?"

"Yes."

For now, it's the Emperor's command, but he won't come back after that. There was nothing more for him to do in the Empire.

"But already....”

Leica's eyes shook. She tried to say something but closed her mouth and flinched her hand.

"You're strong."

Asher put her hand on Leica's head. Leica quietly accepted the touch.

"One day, it will come to the great."

With only a few mental problems solved, Leica is stronger and better than anyone else.

"…do you really think so?"

Asher nodded silently. Leica bit her lips and said as if determined.

"Okay, Asher."

"I don't know when, but I'll see you later."

Leica must have changed a lot then. And he wouldn't have changed that much.

Asher brushed her way out.

***

Asher sat on the bonfire and roughly chewed the beef jerky.

I want to see more.]

The sword grumbled. Asher muttered, chewing beef jerky.

"If you slow down, the Emperor will be mad."

I said goodbye to Laika and left right away. There was nothing more to do and bother about.

This is why power is so annoying. The Kingdom of Rabia. Hmm. I think something else is more important than that.]

The sword's voice became serious.

[Says the owner of the bottom] Find a sorcerer.

He said he could find the cause of reincarnation.

[I have to meet the wizard, too.]

"Why?"

The reason for your reincarnation. Finding the essence, it's a must-it.]

"So is it."

Asher muttered. He was still unaware of the cause of reincarnation. I thought the sword would know, but I just made a guess, but I didn't know why.

But where is it? It must be known if you are called a cannabis in this world.]

"The Kingdom of Arabia."

[Bia...] Uh-huh. Isn't this where we're going?]

"That's right."

The Kingdom of Rabia, the most brilliant and splendid place in the world. a ground paradise created by a hero and a sorcerer But it is now an extinct kingdom.

Asher chewed the beef jerky.