Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Hooray, hooray, hooray."

Rosellini's story is over. Hammeron, who was listening to it interestingly, burst into admiration.

"You've walked a dangerous path. If I had done something wrong, I could have died.”

Giant ant ghost, orc mutant, battle with elf. All of them were amazing and interesting stories for Hammeron.

"I guess the Orcs have finally figured it out. You idiots."

Hammeron laughed. Rossellini stared at him. Hammeron shook his hand.

"It's a personal story. So you didn't achieve your purpose after all."

"Yes. Asher said there was nothing more in Motaria."

"Hmm."

Hammeron stroked his chin with a happy face.

"Ayah, you said that man came from Motaria. No one was there when God came. In other words, isn't he the only one there where there was no one."

"That's a good idea.”

"Maybe he's a human being who made no one else."

"Is that so?"

Rosellini answered blankly. Hammeron kicked her tongue and fiddled with her hair.

"You risked your life for the sake of those you serve and left alone for a long way. A faithful child. But I brought someone here who could actually harm them."

Rossellini was twisted and distorted. Hammeron's face is filled with sadness.

"Every time I see you, I get mixed up."

The girl who wished for God was not chosen by God.

But the girl still adored the gods.

So when the fallen showed up and asked for help, the girl was willing to give everything she had.

"Okay, I'll talk to him when he comes out.”

***

There was a small door in front of Asher. There were fallen men beyond this. Asher grabbed the door.

with a rattle.

The door opened and there were several beings inside. Asher took a step forward. An unpleasant smell, such as a rotten grocery storehouse, stung my nose.

'Lost men.'

beings who have fallen to the ground

God is born by faith and maintains its existence by him. However, as time goes by, the sublime of human beings changes.

In the process, some gods lost their faith. Unable to maintain the foundation of their existence, they squeezed out their last strength and came down to the ground.

After coming down to earth, they begged for faith from humans.

Only one of the countless human beings dedicated themselves to them, which allowed the fallen to maintain their reputation on the ground.

They eventually survived thanks to humans.

"What's the big deal with a small human being?"

A hoarse voice rang like an old man. A cough followed the words with a cough followed.

"Have you come to give faith to us?"

The wrinkled old man spoke with arrogance.

"Tut."

Nothing has changed. Asher kicked his tongue small and the air changed.

"…you're rude."

The old man distorted his wrinkles.

The presence of several people was in a rotten place. The young, the young, the old, all different, but there was one thing in common.

They were all human figures, and they were full of arrogance.

"You have no manners."

The young man murmured in an unpleasant tone.

"Your name is."

"This is Asher."

"Is that it?"

"Whatever you want."

“…….”

The old man clicked his tongue with a wrinkled face.

"That's cruel. It's over with just the name.”

What do you want me to do when you told me to reveal my name?]

The ridiculous Ensir burst into laughter. The old man opened his mouth with a solemn face.

"We gave him the opportunity to serve him."

The old man hit the rock with his palm. There was a small, shallow sound.

"It is a great god before you. Show your respect."

"Anyway, human. You don't know anything. We have to be considerate."

"What do you mean by that you don't care! In the old days, they were all punished by heaven."

"Self is also a virtue of God. Let's understand."

They began to talk among themselves about mercy. Asher was only funny.

[Huh...]

Nsir muttered in a complex tone of emotionally.

[That's complicated.]

Asher didn't get along with God. There was no reason for him to show respect to them, even driving Mariana away.

I see why you said it was ugly.]

The fallen fell because they could not maintain their holiness. Therefore, he was caught by only one faith and barely survived.

They were already not gods.

But they still thought they were gods. He was arrogant, looked down on humans, and showed off himself off.

I felt sorry for him. Sticking to the glory of the past on a fallen subject, they won't change forever.

"All right."

The old man slapped down the rock as if the story between them had been sorted out.

"I'll give you a little mercy. But God's patience is not eternal. Don't forget him, be polite."

Asher nodded silently. Sad things. A minimum of consideration would be fine. He won't be able to go much.

"Yes. What do you want? Tell me. Do you want the secrets of the world, or do you want the gods to move on?"

"Not both."

"Then what do you want?"

"I passed a city on my way here. The whole city was crazy about one thing."

"If you want to know why they're crazy, explain....”

"And their master came down."

Asher interrupted the old man. The old man's face was grimly distorted, but Asher ended his speech casually.

"He said he was after me. We were created by you, saying that this is the way I can stand on my own feet. I'm here to find out."

“…….”

After Asher's words, the silence came.

***

The fallen did not answer. No, I couldn't. Their faces twisted and their eyes shook.

"Reply."

Asher's accent changed to informal speech. They couldn't even open their mouths, even though they were so arrogant.

"You might know if you were God.”

The fall of the gods is a twist. They could feel it, too. And he was shaking with fear that he'd come to deal with them.

"You, who are you?"

The old man barely asked with a frightened look. Asher touched my side hair with her fingernails.

"If you had God's name, read the mixture of memories. That's possible."

That's how the unknown god noticed his reincarnation. The old man's eyes shook and clenched his fist with a stiff face. A sensation struck Asher.

"Huh!"

The old man fell over. A look of astonishment and distrust directed at him.

"You, you."

"Long time no see. The scraps."

As the emotions spread, they spread to others. Asher muttered, feeling the gaze.

"I didn't expect to see you again."

"…we."

The old man looked up at him with a grim look.

"Are you trying to kill us? You can't do that! You let us go! Hey, breaking your promise is punishable!"

"That's what you say when you were a god."

Asher laughed at them but they couldn't answer. I just hit my head and trembled with fear.

"That's enough."

Asher shook her hand.

"I'm not going to kill you now.”

It is the result of Rossellini's own choice. There was no reason for him to meddle from the beginning.

"I told you earlier why I came here. The god of Motorola, Mariana, was after me. Do you know why?"

"The…."

The old man's eyes shook and his words couldn't continue. Asher looked still, the old man cried out in horror.

"Gi, wait! We haven't got a good grasp of it! Ooh, we'll have a meeting and find out the answer!"

"Then wait."

I didn't think from the beginning that the answer would come out right away.

"I'll be waiting here for you.”

"Hey, here?"

"Why. So you thought I'd go far?”

“…….”

The old man shook his head in fear. Asher reopened the door.

"If you're trying to pull the wool over your eyes, you know."

The gods are after him, and he is here. How could they attract it by talking to the top.

Some of the less fortunate people trembled at Asher's words, as if they were actually thinking about that part. Asher laughed and stepped outside.

"I still hate to see you guys. Keep that in mind."

***

The door was closed. Asher went to the place where she had been waiting for the first time, Hammeron was grilling meat.

"Oh. Is the story over?"

"What about Rossellini?"

"She went in for a rest. I've been stuck in here for decades, so it's worth getting tired."

said Hammeron, chewing on the black-colored meat.

It`s uncomfortable to have no food here. They and Rosellini don't have to eat, so I have no choice but to move alone."

Hammeron grinned as he said.

"You know about Rossellini."

"Totally."

"Poor child."

"You're wrong.

"Hmm?"

Asher's answer raised Hammeron's head. Asher spoke casually.

"She made up her mind and chose. It's not something you should feel sorry for."

"…that's true. You shouldn't judge others' choices by their own standards."

Hammeron smiled cheerfully.

"It is knowledge and values that are not appropriate for age. I understand why you kicked Mariana out."

He spoke lightly, and Asher paused for a moment. Hammeron raised his lips in response.

"That must be the answer."

I got it. Asher kicked her tongue. I stopped because I didn't expect Mariana's name to appear there.

"You don't have to worry. I'm not on their side.”

Hammeron swept my beard.

"The man who drove God away. The world is getting more pleasant."

"You look happy.”

No matter how hard I look at it, it did not appear to be a survivor of an endangered species. Hammeron burst into laughter.

"I don't care. It's not the race that matters, it's me. Above all, the collapse of the Holy Land was a boon. Thanks to you, I can go around the world like this.”

Dwarf heretics.

I remembered who Hammeron was. He is the brother of the Dwarf monarch, but was exiled in pursuit of heresy.

"More than that, didn't you have something to leave to me?"

"There was."

Both Ensir and Fenr are in the form of swords. He would have known if he was a dwarf dealing with a soldier's

I'll be back. Get him out first.

Asher took out the pence at the awkward words of Encyr. Fenr cried. It was a cry of welcome somewhere.

"Can you tell who made it and how?"

Penr was unidentified in many ways. He devoured the power of the hero, the power of the devil, the power of the gods.

The eating itself was acceptable. It's worth it that the Wizard made it himself. However, its general purpose did not make sense. Human beings could not make all the objects in the form of small swords.

It was even believed that the devil and Lee Hyung made it, not life on the ground.

"Oh."

Hammeron was amazed at Penr.

"It's been a long time no see.

When he grabbed the pen and wrote it, it burst into tears. It seemed like parents were treating their children.

"No way."

"Dwolf has a pathological dislike for magic and property. I couldn't understand them."

The basis of the Dwarfs is to make weapons only from ore. If you put a separate force in it, treat it as heresy.

Penr is clearly another. Hammeron spoke confidently.

"I've been cooking the radish I made it. The idiots were furious about heresy, but nonsense. There can be no heresy in making weapons."

Hammeron chuckled.

"This must be fate. Yes, what is this kid curious about?"

"The weapon. How, why did you make it?”

It was embarrassing to meet the producer, but the original purpose was not lost. Hammeron smoothed his beard.

"The cannabis came to me in exile and offered me a proposal. He asked me to make a weapon of how I persuaded my stubborn brother."

Production is all about Dwarf. What made it possible for him to produce was that the Daemazar gave a lot to the monarch.

"When asked what he wanted out of joy, the cannabis said this with a face that looked quite hopeless."

'The shape doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how much material is used. I'll save you everything you say. Please make only one thing.’

"What was it?"

"It must have been a strange suggestion."

said Hammeron, sweeping the pen.

'I don't mind throwing away everything else. Make it possible to embrace only one kind of power, no matter what kind it is, no matter what type it is, no matter what type it is. That's my request.'