Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Then you understand now."

"…yes."

Asher let go of her hold of her neck. Lacan cropped down to the ground. Ruban blinked his eyes.

"...you're not fighting?”

"I knew he was Madosa, so there was no reason to fight. He knew how to get in."

"Then let's talk.”

Asher leaned her back against the wall. Poitan faltered away and Lacan looked awkward.

Asher was completely superior. In fact, when I first ran into him, I had nothing to say even if I killed him at that moment. Attacking out of the blue had that meaning.

Of course Asher didn't intend to.

"I can't believe you're trying to subdue me without even listening to me. Isn't it too much? It's worth considering the possibility that I'm Madosa."

"There's no Madossa at your age....”

"Exceptions are always there."

"Um… I'm sorry anyway. I think I was in such a hurry."

Lacan bowed his head. It was a proper apology for a arrogant and proud wizard. At that moment, Poitan, who grabbed the weapon and stepped back, raised his hand.

"But... what is Madosa?"

The atmosphere turned upside down. The tension loosened and soft air formed. Lacan looked at Poitan as if he was speechless.

"You're a mercenary, don't you know that?"

"You're the first mercenary, and I don't know that."

Poitan grumbled little, but it was not wrong. The existence of Madosa was known only by the sorcerer and a few interested in it, but not so widely known.

[Yes, I'm curious, too. I think the meaning of Madosa of my time is different from that of my time.]

"It's nothing. Madosa is an ordinary person who sells magic.”

"…what?"

Poitan's face was filled with embarrassment. It was obvious.

"You'll never learn magic.”

Magic is something that only a few born people can learn. It was a natural talent. There was no room for effort. Therefore, ordinary people could not learn no matter how hard they used the tile.

Nevertheless, there were those who wanted to analyze, understand, and grasp the nature of magic.

"Wizards are magicians. Madosa is the people who analyze magic."

[…Ahhhhahaha.

The first Madosa said. Mystery is meaningful just to get to know itself."

That is the very essence of Madosa.

"There seems to be something about Madosa, but the truth is they're just stupid and stupid. They analyze and understand everything they can't learn. It doesn't achieve anything, but I think it's worth it."

Asher shook her head.

"It's not a big job. It's just the least praise I can give to the stupid."

"You're a madossa and you're too harsh to judge. It's not a place to be treated so badly."

Lacan grumbled. Asher's words are stupid people, but they couldn't be. In the first place, it was impossible for the general public to analyze the mystery unless they were excellent.

"I think Madosa is right because I know the first declaration. What's the point of Madosa getting here?"

There was no proof of confirmation.

Madosa has only one condition. Know more about magic than wizard. Anyone who meets the proposition can be referred to as Madosa.

"As I said before, I came to see a friend who doesn't know whether he's alive or dead. Then I'll ask."

Asher glared at Lacan with sharp eyes. Lacan took a step back unknowingly.

"You. How did you get in here?”

“…….”

Lacan did not answer. Poitan opened his mouth urgently.

"Because you're a magician, you know a lot about magic....”

"You don't know more about magic because you're a magician."

Asher cut the horse. If Madosa's essence is those who analyze magic, wizards are those who use it. The difference was obvious.

"I don't know about external faults, but you can't break them with your own power. What did you do?"

She survived with her body, but the wizard cannot. Lacan shut his mouth. Asher slightly raised the sword. After a while, he said with a sigh.

"…I heard it from the creator."

"The creator told you? What nonsense....”

Asher mumbled and shut up. I took a quick glance at Lacan's face. I could see something familiar.

"Badrich…?"

“……!”

Lacan raised his face. His eyes were filled with astonishment.

"I see."

"What?"

Poitan asked again, but Asher put the sword in without a word. I know how it went through.

"Time is really scary.’

I was feeling keenly. Asher loosened her posture. As soon as the tightening energy was released, Poitan collapsed.

"Hua…."

"I thought I was going to die."

"Okay, then let me ask you something else."

"Again?"

Poitan was dead, but Asher had no intention of watching. He had the upper hand in his position. I was going to use it thoroughly.

"You, what's your purpose.

***

"As I told you, I was asked....”

"I'm asking about the request. Common sense doesn't make sense."

Poitane is a strong prosecutor. He was beaten to the ground, but that was enough to call him a first-rate. I'm sure he's a top mercenary.

It was impossible to think that such talent would be sent to places like this or places that had not been properly identified yet. Poitans made a tear.

"I'm telling you! I didn't ask you to do this in the first place! I was just checking what happened! But there's no danger after meeting Lacan, so he's in here!"

"…so is he."

It's just strange to look at it coldly. There was no great danger. There was nothing dangerous about people walking around doing nothing like dead bodies.

"All right."

"I…."

"You're fine."

“…….”

When Asher cut the horse, Lacan stepped back coldly. This time, attention was directed to Ruban, who was staring from behind.

"…you don't have anything to ask."

"I told you everything last time."

"Not just that."

Asher glared at Ruban with a strange look. Ruban laughed silently.

"That's enough."

Asher shook her head. I didn't mean to fight now. The situation was not so good.

"Then you guys go to business."

"…why don't you come along?"

"What?"

Asher frowned at Poitan's words. Poitan began to speak calmly.

"No, I think the misunderstanding is all over, and isn't it strong? I don't think it'd be a bad idea to go with you."

"You. You're not a mercenary."

"Ay."

Poitan burst into a broad grin.

"There's no other man like me who deserves a mercenary."

"Sound of a dog."

"So what do you think? I know what Madosa is. But don't you need magic power to not know what's ahead of you?"

“…….”

Come to think of it, it wasn't bad. All of them had the power to survive alone, so there was no need to go.

Asher's eyes were on Lacan. He and Lacan had the same purpose.

'And besides.'

Asher glanced at Ruban. He was smiling as if he knew nothing.

"…yes."

Asher nodded.

***

Poitan became talkative when he decided to go with him. He talked nonstop as if he was trying to break this silent atmosphere.

"You're so strong. I was confident with my sword, but I didn't know I'd be defeated."

"Those who rely only on swordsmanship can see their weaknesses.”

Poitans are said to be strong, but they were just as old as Leica. His tricky opponents were those who were not swayed by swordsmanship, which was not a problem.

'Come to think of it, I haven't had much trouble in my life.’

Compared to the past, when it was an era of war, it was an era of peace. a relatively recent event, though peace is being destroyed Overall, technology and skills were one or two steps below. The power of the Crocus was quite the opposite of him.

"By the way, may I ask you a question?"

"Ask."

"Why did you say you couldn't pierce it? If you're a wizard, you'll be able to break through the chasm."

"Be quiet."

Lacan said, but Poitan didn't shut up. She looked up at Asher with sparkling eyes as if she was trying to solve her curiosity. Asher clicked his tongue.

"You have an early nature to die."

"Ha-ha. I hear that a lot."

"Do you know what magic is?"

It was not a secret anyway, so it didn't matter if I explained it. Poitan shook his head at Asher's words.

"No, I've only heard about it. It's the first time Lacan has seen a wizard."

"But I didn't even know what Madosa was. It's simple. Magic, it's not handed down."

"The whole... no?"”

"Yes, the magic of both the teacher and the student is different. The Roman sorcerer of the Kingdom of Rabia was dealing with the conclusion, and the sorcerer on this side seems relatively colorful.”

"…then is there any point in being a teacher and a disciple?"

"It's meant to make you feel better.

But that's it. After all, magic was one thing. A power of one's own that no one can imitate.

"That's magic.”

"That's magic. That's why we can't break through the cracks."

"Now you know. You know why Madosa is respected."

Lacan stepped in. Madosa is those who grasp all the magic. He was well deserving of respect. The silent sword burst into admiration.

[Sigh. When did you analyze that?] You did a good job of learning the sword.]

"What are you talking about? I'm not Madosa."

[What?]

Asher murmured quietly.

"Have I ever told you about Maddosa?”

[…then how did you know?]

"I knew a madosa with a light mouth."

He was always a preacher of how great he was and how great magic was. Listening to it next to him, he found out of his own accord. It was just that.

I missed you again. He wasn't a hero, so his life must be over by now, where he's buried.

"By the way, nothing really happened.”

Ruban muttered. While walking through the castle, I met a servant-in-law and a few women-in-law. However, they silently walked down the hall or stood by the door and did not respond to them. Poitan muttered with a reluctant look.

"I'm glad it's safe, but it's weird. Are they alive or not?"

"As far as I can see."

Ruban hit the head of the girl who was guarding the door lightly. There was no response.

"They're half dead.”

"Then why are you walking around?"

"Isn't it a repetition of life behavior? The hens guard the alley, and the family guard the table in a firm manner. The guards patrol the streets, and the maid of honor walks through the city and waits for orders."

Luban laughed as if he was having fun.

"Don't you think so?”

"…and now that I see it.”

It was a correct remark. There was only a question.

"What's wrong with you?”

"I don't know. Maybe it's because it's paradise. I just have to live without thinking about anything, right?”

Asher did not reply to Luban who grinned. Before I knew it, the hallway was over.

"We're here now."

The castle of Rabia was two structures. the outer and inner parts The outer part was just a decoration and the resistance was real.

"Oh, it's an article."

Knights stood at the door of the inner castle. He was guarding the gate with his body in medium-sized arms and a Great Sword.

"They'll be the same.”

"Stop."

Asher grabbed Poitan's neck, which was walking calmly, and threw it back.

"Kkk! Kkk! What are you....”

Poitans stopped talking as they tried to grumble. The sword was embedded in the place where he was walking.

a royal tomb

The knight slowly drew up his weapon. He squeezed into position.

Ruban muttered.

"You said you were going to repeat what you were doing. So what is the job of the knights?"

The answer was in front of me.

repelling an external enemy

Asher picked up the sword.