Reincarnation of the Sword Master

[That's cruel.]

"Well."

Sympathy is also emotion. She couldn't have felt it.

I just did it because I wanted to do it myself. It doesn't mean much.

She spoke to Asher with a blank expression.

"Thank you for not interrupting."

"There's no reason for that."

It is her freedom to dedicate herself to God, her freedom to abandon God. There was no reason for others to interfere from the beginning.

In the past and even now, he respected her choice.

"What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know."

Rosellini flicked my finger.

Her feelings were restored when the contract was broken. However, it would take time for the emotions that returned after decades to work properly.

"I'm free, no matter what."

She closed her eyes.

"Now there's no one who's bound to me. Thank you again and again."

"There is no reason for me to meddle with you."

"Not in that part, but in my past."

She looked at Asher with sunken eyes.

"Thanks to that, I made a decision."

"Is that so?"

He did not know what stimulated her in the past.

"Let's get out of here. You don't have to stay where this rotten smell is."

Rossellini cleared the door. There was a Dwarf waiting for the removed place where it was removed.

"Mr. Hammeron."

"I felt the repercussions, too."

said Hammeron in a trembling voice.

"Rosellini, you....”

"I've made my decision. Are you going to scold me?”

"No, it can't be!"

Hammeron shouted in an excited tone. The heat raged.

"Finally! You've finally abandoned those ugly bastards! Hahaha! Good! Good! The world is twisting. It's fair to lose the old ones accordingly!

He chuckled and tapped Rosellini on the shoulder.

"Congratulations on your liberation. And I thank you, too. Human."

Hammeron's eyes were on Asher.

"Thanks to you, Rossellini made the decision."

"She's the one who made the choice.”

"But without you, I wouldn't have thought of that choice, would I? Take it with you if you show your gratitude. Don't refuse."

Hammeron, who laughed hard, turned his eyes again.

"What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know."

She spoke quietly.

"What should I do?"

"Choose anything. Your actions, your will. Now it's all yours. Do whatever you want to do. You don't have life constraints.”

Her life was also devoted to God. It was for the fallen to survive for a long time. External factors may not kill her, but life expectancy does not kill her.

"…can I follow you?"

Rossellini said to Hammeron. Hammerons made a splash.

"I thought I'd follow him."

"It's a nuisance. I don't intend to."

"Well, do as you please."

Hammeron pulled his arm and warmed up.

"This place is destroyed, so should we go to the Orcs you told us about? We could make weapons and live."

"As you wish."

"Then where are you going?"

Asher opened her mouth.

"Red Elves."

"…Ho."

Hammeron twisted his lips.

"How do you know that place? Hmm. Then we could pass through Le Penia."

"It must be somewhere else."

Located in the heart of the north, the city of Repenia is close to the Red Elves' forest, but it was not a street to pass through.

Hammeron shook his head.

"Different. The red elves moved their strongholds. We inevitably meet with Lephenia."

"…did the accident happen?"

Red elves are an old elf tribe. In his memory, he hasn't moved his residence for a thousand years. Hammeron shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know why, but he changed it about 20 years ago. I don't know because I only heard the news. I'll tell you if you want to know the location. It's always a secret, but think of it as a reward."

"Tell me."

"I didn't move that far."

Hammeron told me where he was. It did not move much but overlapped with the territory of Le Penia. Hammeron groaned with interest.

"If your goal is there... It could be quite troublesome."

"Do you know about Le Penia?"

Orc said. Lephenia isn't coming out of her domain.

Hammeron nodded.

"The first thing I visited after the Holy Land was destroyed was her territory."

There was no safer place in the north than the territory of Le Penia.

"But I didn't even see her face."

"I guess you didn't.”

"No, maybe there was. Just as she tried to get into her castle, another woman blocked her."

"Woman?"

"Black-haired, gray-eyed woman."

Asher frowned at the woman's characteristics.

'No way.'

"She was a strange woman. She stopped me from being a doorman. "If you want to pass, knock yourself down."

Hammerons are rough. Muscles trained by natural force and colonists are just below Ouger's level. No matter how disciplined a prosecutor was, he could not overcome an ordinary human woman.

However, Hammeron did not meet Le Penia.

Unfortunately, I couldn`t see this body because it was so helpless. She was a wonderful woman."

"I suppose so."

If he was a woman he knew, it was natural that Hammeron could not overcome it. Hammeron muttered with a disinterested face.

"There is no one who can oppress Le Penia, so there is no big problem. I don't know the details."

Hammeron packed his bags.

"If there's nothing more to ask, we'll go away. Let's go, Rossellini. Do you have a wish?"

"Let's go around and find out."

Before she left, she turned to Asher.

"What do you think of me now, Asher?”

"You are you."

Nothing more or less. I could hear her lips slightly. She bent down.

"If I can see you again someday, I hope I can see you differently then."

Asher saw her off without a word. They left and left him in the cave.

[What are you going to do?]

"We'll go, too."

Nothing could be achieved by staying still. Whether I met Le Penia or not, I had to move.

***

What a contemptible bunch they were.]

As I was leaving the cave and heading to the northern center, Enshir said out of the blue.

"Those who have fallen men.

[Yes. Not only did they survive at the expense of human beings, but they are willing to abandon them like a devoted partner, and I doubt they were indeed gods.]

The Ensir laughed.

No. Other gods wanted to escape from humans, so there is no such thing as a god in the world.]

"What's the matter?"

God is the name you humans gave you. And they were born to humans.]

He gained value from man and was supported by human faith.

And now they're. With that power, he was about to leave human beings.

How can they be gods who want to walk away from their duties and responsibilities? It's just a filthy monster.

"You hate them.”

[They deserve it] I went until Mariana and the sun god went. I wish you'd put your name down.]

"You speak as if you know."

[...oh?]

Asher said quietly.

"Your hatred now, is it from your knowledge, or is it from your experience?"

[…….]

Ansir shut his mouth. Asher continued.

"It's strong enough that this experience alone has created hatred."

Come to think of it.

"May I say it was related to God in the past."

But I don't remember.]

"Even if you don't remember, you can still have feelings.”

[Um.]

The Ensir groaned.

I don't know. The sun god and mariana were there in my time. I'm sure it was related in some way.]

"It's still a valid word for memory to come back when you find it."

I expected it to be until we moved north, but now it's a little different. But N'Sir spoke in a sure tone.

[That's right.]

"That's a mystery."

I didn't know. The walk didn't stop. It has already come quite close to the heart of the North.

[Oh, it's a person.]

There were people sitting in the middle of the street and resting.

"Oh, how are you?"

Among them, a blue-haired, sad-looking man greeted Asher.

"It's been a long time since I've seen people around here. Who are you?"

"And you."

At the man's question, Asher asked the station. One man and two women. Their outfits were similar to Asher's, not here. The man slapped me on the forehead.

"Oh, my. This is. That wasn't polite.”

The man introduced himself in an exaggerated manner, like a stage greeting from a theater actor.

"I am Quetton."

A man who volunteered to be Quetton opened his hand. A small sword made of light formed above it.

a force of temperament different from that of man Asher frowned. I've seen that power.

That was the power of the sword that reached the sky. The man said with a face full of pride.

"I am a descendant of a hero."

***

[Like him?]

A man who used to use the power of a warrior to catch a dragon in the territory of Dragon Slayer. I couldn't remember the name well. I didn't have to remember him because he wasn't in the world.

"My colleagues behind me."

Two women were staring at Asher with alert eyes.

"What's your name, then?”

"Asher."

"Asher. Asher. …it's a name I've never heard of."

At that moment, Quetton's lips twisted. Asher passed by as if she hadn't seen it.

"Then let's go our way."

"Where is your destination?"

"There is no obligation to answer. I don't want to go with you."

Asher's indifferent words deserve to be upset, but Quetton just grinned.

"That's too bad."

Asher brushed past him.

After an hour or so, the death, Sarac, appeared.

Crazy Arcade.

"You don't get tired of it.”

Everywhere I went, there was an outcry. Considering that he is a man who cannot appear in the world recklessly, it was safe to say that he was in a rage.

Asher lifted the sword, and Srack flew. At that moment, a sword of light from somewhere came down on Chirac.

Whoo-hoo!

Whooooooooooooah!

Dozens of light swords fell from the sky and trampled on the Thrace. Thrack screamed and tried to escape, but rain-like swords sought to defame him, and soon after, he disappeared.

“…….”

Asher turned his eyes silently. Quetton still smiled and waved.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm on that road, too. There must be overlapping lines."

"Bad boy."

The man who used to use the power of the warrior came back to mind. Their tendencies looked the opposite, but somehow they were similar. Asher suddenly popped up and asked.

"Do you know this guy, Baran?"

That was the name. Now I have a memory. The northern and eastern parts of the country could not have met because they were blocked from each other, but Quetton's face was filled with surprise.

"Do you know him? Then you wouldn't....”

"I've met him."

And he was no longer available.

"…I see. You're also from the East."

There was a slight danger in Quetton's eyes. Asher pretended not to see it again and Quetton quickly erased the light and laughed.

"Well, well, he was a great guy.”

said Quetton with a smile.

"We met once, we competed. After two days of fighting, each other acknowledged each other. He was a big, strong guy.”

It was not surprising in itself that a man from the east came over. Anyone who used the power of the sword's master who reached the sky could come over without being caught by the giant.

"Where is he now? Last time I saw him, he said he was going to catch a dragon.”

"I don't know."

Asher said briefly. Quetton nodded imaginatively to himself.

"You must have caught a dragon. With his and his colleagues' skills, dragons won't be a big problem. This, this. I shouldn't be the only one left behind. We need to work harder."

Quetton muttered with a feverish face. Asher did not meddle in his imagination and asked for other business.