Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Berchia sighed. When I met Asher, my bright smile and various facial expressions were cold as ice.

"Would you mind for a moment?"

"Come in."

A man in pure white armor entered the barracks as he heard the cloth. The man bowed down to show his respect.

"I salute the Holy Lady of the Great Sun, Vercia."

"That's a good example.

The bowed man was the head of the Holy Spirit Division, a high-ranking member of the Order of the Sun god.

"So."

Berchia laughed at the man.

"Are you done with your mission of abandoning your master?"

The reason why there was no Knights of St. This is because the knights of the castle left to mission to a nearby village.

The man gave a slight affirmation.

"Yes, all the stupid and foolish commoners swore faith in the sun god. This has led to a rise in the number again."

"Is it a religious tax?"

Berchia laughed.

"What's the point of a tax made by violence and oppression? Dozens of people would have been hurt and killed in the process.”

"How can you grieve over the death of these people? You don't look like a saint."

The man grumbled. It was a violent attitude to deal with a saint, but the man was just as confident. Bercia also spoke calmly to see if she was used to it.

"I think it's natural as a saint."

"This is not a matter of sympathy. Take care of your mind. …where else did the necklace go?"

"It's none of your business."

Berchia said sharply. The man ignored her warning and expressed interest.

"Didn't you say it was a family artifact? If you've lost it, call the Knights and search....”

"I thought you said it was none of your business.”

"In that case.”

The man slipped back. Berchia frowned.

"Just tell me what you found."

"I'm here to ask you if you're thinking of resting here today."

"Yes, the Knights of the Holy Father must be getting tired. Please tell them to get ready for bed."

"Yes, I see."

The story is over. But the man didn't go out.

"I'm sure you're done. Do you have anything to do with a saint's bed?"

"You're joking, too.

"Then either turn it off quickly, or tell me."

"It's already been two months."

The man frowned with a sigh.

"I've been chasing him for two months. But it doesn't seem to be a trace. Until when do we have to go through this?”

The Knights of the Holy Father are noble blood. They are children of the nobility who follow the sun god. That is why he is proud and impatient.

The saint smiled.

"Are you complaining about the noble things you do to God'”

"If you had found out where he was in the Empire in the first place, this wouldn't have happened."

"Do you intend to fight the Empire?”

"I don't care! We have to punish unbelievers who refuse the great sun god's personal trust!"

The man spoke proudly like a martyr. Berchia opened her mouth casually.

"Our power has weakened. On the other hand, the Empire is at its peak. If we fight, we'll lose a hundred."

"I don't care! If you die in accordance with the will of the great God, who would fear martyrdom?"

"You speak slowly.”

The saint laughed.

"You're saying that because you think you're safe."

All the Knights of the Church are the children of the nobility. Even if there is a war, there is very little chance of being executed. In the end, they only take the proof of honor and faith. There was nothing to lose.

"Only ordinary people know nothing about the battlefield. They don't know it's a dirty power play, and they die crying out the name of the sun god.”

"It's a false belief to be afraid of death to do the will of God's will."

The man spoke confidently as if he were not ashamed. He had a slight sneer.

"I understand that you were a country girl before God's advice, so you were obsessed with them."

"I understand you don't like me."

The saint grinned. The smile was hidden from the man by the back.

"I can't believe a humble country girl can inherit the will of God. It's not acceptable for you noble.”

"You know it well. That's why it doesn't fit you."

The man kicked his tongue and turned. He muttered before opening the tent and going outside.

"Tut. What is the sun god thinking?"

The tent is closed. The saint sighed and relaxed her hand.

"I'm sick and tired of it."

All the good feelings I got from meeting Asher disappeared. She fiddled with her necklace around her neck.

She is a saint, but she is weak. The present church is imbued with power, and all kinds of dirty things have been buried. The pure ideals of the past have gone nowhere.

“…….”

Berchia held hands and closed her eyes. She asked for the object of prayer.

"God, what did you choose me for? Is this to show you this dirty stuff?"

***

[But I think I'd have protected you as much as I could if I saw her]]

"A saint, vicar of God. You can't refuse God's will.”

It was a little unusual, but the basic goal remains unchanged. Kendo agreed.

[That may be so]

"And I don't like the sun god."

It is the largest religion, but it is rather so that they were they corrupted. Even if God is not after him, there will definitely be trouble if he visits.

Boong!

Asher grabbed the sword with one hand and struck it down. The arm was in perfect condition. There was no sense of abnormality or rejection.

"I was worried, but everything's fine."

[Why did you do such a crazy thing?]

"If you stay still, there's no answer."

Asher added.

"And I remember enduring it when I was a bottom-up master."

I don't remember properly, but he was still alive after being beaten with the power of the devil. Then this power won't be any more. That's what I thought.

[Crazy]

The sword flickered.

[But it's a relief that I can use it. Is it really because of the divine power? I think it's different....]

"Anything good is good.”

Then Asher held the sword with both hands and put a distance between the feet.

[What are you doing?]

"Confirm."

It looked fine, but there could have been a problem elsewhere. So I'm going to do sword art. Imperial sword. The movements engraved on the body and soul are unconscious.

The existence of this type of human being was everywhere, but... I've never seen anyone that organized.]

said the sword slowly. Asher moved her body and thought.

Slavery. Humanity.

Given that he was captured as a slave, his original purpose was not to strengthen his power. You tried to summon something higher.

"You're not after him."

[That guy?] What are you talking about?]

"The old guy."

A monster that has appeared in the world with its black forest dedicated to the world.

The sword grinned despondently at the explanation.

You summoned him for the black forest? …how are you guys alive?]

"Because there were heroes back then.”

[Hmm. You guys are so different. It's strange to say that I'm a complete person. Maybe it's something that's never been done before.

"Just one question."

[Tell me]

"Before, heroes killed them in an invasion decades ago."

I watched him with his own eyes. He had broken the essence and overpowered it.

"Is there a chance he'll show up again?"

[In the beginning, they are not meant to be alive]]

The sword went on lightly.

So there's no concept of death. Killing doesn't mean anything. You have to kick them out of the world or destroy them, but the latter is practically impossible. Maybe you guys used to treat it like a seal, but you couldn't get rid of it.]

"Then this is repeated."

[Such a high probability]]

The past was the heyday of heroes. Dozens of heroes had exercised their power. But it was different now.

The heroes are crazy, and most of them are gone. Will they be able to overcome this situation? I was skeptical.

I can summon him if I have the magic to summon. There's so much to offer, but when did the crazy people start caring about it?]

"It's in the Empire now."

be kept in the deepest recesses of the empire Asher stopped the sword.

'…the slaves I saw when I went to the Empire.'

Maybe that's why they went to the empire. In the middle of the capital city, he sacrifices his personal life and takes his magic with him in search of confusion.

If you actually did it, chances were high that you'd succeed. Because of the owner of the bottom, there was no hero.

You're still in the Empire. Nothing's going to happen.]

"Well."

I felt uneasy somewhere. And at times like this, anxiety was always on the mark.

"There's a guy for this."

Asher took the paper out of her arms.

***

"I'm out... What is it's out. Are you drinking?”

Leica crumpled her face as she entered the building. Cayers was sipping a bottle next to Arna, who closed his eyes quietly.

"I won't be able to get anything back today, so what's the matter?"

"Uh. Smell."

"What do you mean, like a guy who's never had a drink?"

"Have you never tried it?"

"Oh? Really?"

Caius raised himself with an unexpected face.

"You're a noble and you didn't learn to drink?"

"I'm so weak that I get drunk with just one drink. My parents told me not to drink it after I drank it once when I was young."

"Hmm."

Cayers' face was covered with mischief.

"Would you like to try it? It's weak. Wouldn't a drink be okay?”

"Well."

Leica was worried. It wasn't that she didn't want to drink either. She was the only one of her age who didn't know alcohol. Arna opened her mouth quietly as she was worrying.

"That's not why we're here."

"…yes, later."

"Huh. Not funny."

Cayers put the bottle on the table with a sulky face.

"But there's nothing to do. It's been over a week since we got together, and we've got nothing."

the reason for their meeting To know Asher. However, it was safe to say that there was no information that was obtained.

"Suddenly, people change, have knowledge, and have the swordsmanship of Gyeongji. What can we get out of here?”

Even though he had a reputation for collecting all the information in the world, he could not find an answer. Cayers frown.

"You can't really take me as your master."

"Isn't it natural for an information organization to have an owner?"

"There's pride in the subject. This is our oath. I swear there's nothing we don't know. I can't believe that oath was about to be broken... Ugh."

Cayers shuddered. He looked at Leica with irritated eyes.

"Shouldn't you have tried to find out if someone suddenly changed?”

Leica didn't care a bit when Asher changed.

She answered calmly.

"Why me?"

"What?"

"Why should I care about the change? Even if you were someone else, wouldn't it be enough if you were better?”

“…….”

Caius spoke with coolness and indifference in his voice.

"What the hell was wrong with you before?"

"Do you want to know?"

asked Leica with a strange smile. Cayers shook his head.

"… Never mind. I think I'm going to break my image."