Reincarnation of the Sword Master

I'm sick of it. How long do I have to stay like this?]

The sword grumbled. It could have been so since I've been wandering around the city for two days already.

"I'd love to, but I have another set of faults.”

The Kingdom of Rabia was a double-decisional form. the boundary between the city and the castle

The determination to protect the castle has made it stronger and stronger. I couldn't enter because I didn't make a passage for fun.

So what are you doing here?]

"There's a time when it opens. I'm waiting for that."

Fines, but no owner. It does not last forever. One day there will be a gap.

How long do we have to wait?]

"It doesn't take that long. Two days at the most."

It's annoying.

"Just hang in there a little bit."

Asher opened one of the doors again. He went inside, picked up some food, and mumbled out.

"I feel like a robber.”

There was plenty of food, but it was better to save it as much as possible. So I was using food little by little in the city. They say they don't eat food, but if you look at it coolly, they were neither more nor less.

"Then you can starve yourself.”

"No, not necessarily."

[…….]

Asher stopped walking. The sword was silent. The sound of words was coming from the next door.

"We ran out of food a long time ago, so we should shake it off like this."

"But I feel like I'm a robber. I've been living my life without shame, and it's robbery.”

"Ha-ha. I can't help it. They don't even eat....”

The door opened. The smiling man paused. They shut their mouths. Asher and their eyes met.

"Uh…."

"Well…."

My eyes are shaking, and I tilt my head to see if I don't understand. A man with an impressive short beard slipped out a bread.

"…how are you?"

***

There was an uncomfortable silence. We thought we were the only ones here, but there were more people. A prickly sensation struck them all.

There were three men in front of Asher. A man with a short beard and armor, a man with a troublesome face covered in a robe, and a man with a thin coat and a smile. It was an ill-matched combination in many ways.

"…what? We're the only ones here."

The man in armor whispered to the man in the robe. Asher seems to be trying to be invisible, but her enhanced hearing made her sound as if she were speaking right next to her.

"That's what I want to say. We're the only ones who can come in here."

"Hmm. Hmm. Excuse me, are you okay?"

Asher nodded silently. He was equally perplexed.

[That's how anyone can pierce it?]]

"No way."

the strings of a sorcerer's personal It was almost impossible to go straight without coming through the secret passageway. The man in armor tried to say something but closed it again. There was a silence.

"Well, there's nothing I can do to stay like this. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

"I will."

"Then let me introduce you first. …I feel like I'm seeing you."

The man grumbled out a necklace from his chest.

"I'm a mercenary."

"The Kingdom of Haigan. You're from far away.”

"Huh? Can you tell me this? Yeah, no one's been able to do it until now."

"Because I have a kite."

The man went on as if he were good.

"That's great if you know. My name is Poitan. Mercenary, commissioned to come here. Of course, the client is a secret. And this side. A dour fellow with a robe inside out."

"Shut up."

Rob's man spoke roughly, but Poitan didn't care if he was used to it.

"This is Lacan. It's a wizard."

"…The Wizard?"

Asher looked at Rob's man. Wizards. Those who use magical powers. They were extremely rare. If only the right people were counted, the number was similar to Swordmaster.

"It's an apprenticeship. They helped us get in."

"Nice to meet you. Then let's ask them."

The black eyes revealed through the lobes shone.

"You. I don't think you're a wizard. How did you get in here?

Unlike Poitan, Lacan's spirits were rough. If the answer was not satisfactory, he was ready to attack right away.

"Hey, Lacan. You don't have to be so rough....”

"Get a hold of yourself, you idiot. We can't break through the solidarity surrounding this place even if a large army comes. Then I guess it's something."

“…….”

"It could be the guy who made this place like this."

Poitan's face hardened at the words of Lacan. Asher opened his mouth in the spirit of an immediate attack.

"There's a secret passageway."

"That's the kind of course it'.”

"There are. There are some on the walls. You can come with me if you have any doubts."

"…wait."

As Lacan opened his mouth as if he was trying to argue, he murmured as if he had an idea.

"…I've heard it from my teacher.”

"I came in through you because I have an acquaintance. I wonder if it's the answer."

"…I still doubt it."

Nevertheless, his eyes were slightly relaxed. Finally, the smiling man raised his hand.

"Is it my turn now? I'm Ruban. I'm a historian."

"…why is history here?"

"The reason is obvious."

Come to think of it, he did, too. the fall of the kingdom It was the most attractive place for historians.

"…it's a unique combination."

historians and mercenaries And a wizard. Those who don't fit in are united among themselves. The mercenary rubbed his nose to see if he knew it.

"We met on our way here. Then we've checked each other with this. What are you here for?”

"Because of a friend's request.”

"You look young... Oh. Do you happen to know anyone here?"

Asher nodded. At the moment, the mercenary's face was filled with sadness. He was an emotional man for mercenaries.

"Did you find it?"

"No, he used to work in the castle."

To be exact, they're the ones who work, but they wouldn't believe it.

"Then why don't you go with me?"

"Hey!"

Lacan shouted with a grimace. Asher felt the same way.

I can't believe you offered to join someone you've never met before, and you haven't I don't know if it's a mess or a nice. Probably both. Asher shook her head.

"No, I have my purpose, and you have your purpose."

"I see."

Poitan nodded his head and stepped down to see if he had any intention of holding onto it. They've moved away. The sword murmured vacantly.

[He came and disappeared like the wind]]

***

Maybe because we went in different directions, we didn't run into them from then on. And two days have passed.

"That's enough."

The sun was overshadowed by the night. Asher came out of the house and headed for the castle. The bluish texture surrounded the castle.

[...is this a fault?]]

"Yes."

[Ha.]

The sword burst into an exclamation.

Perfect. The wizard that can pierce this doesn't exist in my memory. You said you're a cannabis, but you're paying for your name.]

"Nobody had pierced in my time.”

Many sorcerers came to prove their status, but they could not even break through the cracks on the outer walls. It was normal not to be able to pierce it exactly.

[How are you going to get through this?

"You're not constantly putting a lot of effort into the conclusion, are you?"”

[Yes.]

"Then we can get through it.”

Asher looked up at the sky. The shining moon was getting dark.

[...I see. Is it a lunar-powered fault?]

"That's right. That's why there is a gap in lunar eclipses."

The blue light of the crystal began to fade. Originally, lunar eclipses are not necessarily a stiff set of faults, but now there is no one who maintains power. Then you can go in if you make a small gap.

Finally, the moon was completely covered, and the light of the crystal faded. Asher picked up the sword and stuffed it. There was a strong backlash, but it was not enough to disappear immediately.

a quadduck

I gave strength in that condition. As soon as the sword broke and the balance spread on the scaffold, there was a small crack. I crumpled myself into the crevice.

"…that's good."

You're doing all the dangerous things.]

My whole body was stiff, but part of my body didn't fly away. Asher looked up. A huge gate was seen.

Crying.

The door opened. It went inside. In the film, the door closed.

It was just as quiet outside. It was like a castle without a person, which didn't feel like a sign. Asher walked slowly. Then he stopped.

"This is amazing."

[What?] …Oh, they're coming in, too.]

"Oh, I almost died."

"But you're not dead. I'm glad we have a meat shield."

"Did you bring me here for that?”

"Then what would it be... What?"

The man wearing the robe, Lacan, stopped. Poitane and Ruban stopped walking together. They looked at Asher.

"Good morning."

Asher waved her hand.

***

"…Ready!"

Their reaction this time was different from before. Poitan took out his weapon at the same time as he shouted and posed. Ruban stepped back, and Lacan clenched his fist.

"It's too much to reject it like that.

Asher muttered in a cool manner. Lacan opened his mouth with a wary face.

"How did you get in here?”

"That's what I want to ask."

Although the texture has weakened, the texture of the cannabis is still the fault of the cannabis. He had the power to crush those who tried to invade recklessly. Asher's body was a body of steel, so it passed through, and it was clear that if the ordinary body tried to pierce it, it would become powder and disappear.

"…you don't seem to be willing to answer me.”

Lacan struck his fist. At the same time, an intangible energy hit Asher on the head. The magic that shakes the mind and makes it temporarily white. He shook his head lightly.

"A sudden attack?”

"What, what!"

Lacan backed away in surprise. Poitans rushed at the same time as they held the weapon. The colorful swordsmanship bloomed like cherry blossoms.

"Shake's Sword."

"Lower!"

"Sigh."

Asher sighs and smashes the blackheads that fall down. The blade trembles as it barks, and Poitan misses the sword in shock. Lightly slap the abdomen.

"Laugh!"

"Geez!"

Lacan rolled his foot. At the same time, the floor shakes. The ground rumbles against Asher.

"It doesn't work."

Asher lightly pressed the ground. The earth gradually regained stability.

"No way!"

Rakan, who is embarrassed, runs straight to his head and grabs his neck. Ruban backed away with an ambiguous face.

"Ha. ha... this is hard."

"So do I.”

"Benefits!"

Asher made a face. But I didn't think we could communicate with each other.

'Can't be helped.’

"…you! How can I do my magic!"

"It's not that interesting. It's supposed to pierce your mind, but still magic. There are many ways to control it. You wake up with a physical shock.”

Asher knocked on the forehead. Of course he just doesn't work.

It`s easy to find the ground. But it doesn't shake the ground itself, so if you press down on the center, it will be released."

"How can I..."

Lacan's pupils dilated. Magic is a mystery. Few people knew about magic except the wizard. But it wasn't without it at all.

"How did you break through the conclusion? The maintenance device is the moon, and no one can supply it. If you break the balance of power, you know it's not a job to make room for a single person."

As he continued to speak, Lacan's face regained stability. Instead, the eyes of awe began to be captured.

People who analyze mysteries when they don't have them, so paradoxically, those who are more knowledgeable about magic than wizards.

"…you. No way. Are you Madosa?"

Asher relaxed her hand.