Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"What's going on in the North with that man over there?"

"I broke up with the beach and made an appointment. He and I are almost equal in strength. There can't be two tigers in a mountain."

[Oh, dear.]

"I see what you're thinking."

Quetton shook his head.

"But this is the hero. They're looking for something higher than normal humans. No wonder Mr. Asher doesn't understand."

There was a sense of superiority behind Quetton's laughter.

"I was promised to be the best in the North, and he was the best in the East. The East Coast is not in good shape. I thought the North would be no different, and that was the answer."

the destruction of a warp Orcs' change. The northern owner, Le Penia's disappearance.

Considering that the empire was not shaken much in the East, things were worse here.

"So I'm going to the owner of the North."

"Lephenia?"

"Yes."

Quetton clenched his fist with a determined face.

"Even though the world is so twisted, she is silent. He's not fulfilling his obligations as the owner of the North."

"Are you going to make it happen.

"She needs someone to wake her up."

Just like the apostle in the Bible, Quetton poured out his desire.

"Do your duty, do not run away! I'm going to admonish her!"

"Wow…."

"As expected, Quetton! That's great!"

Two women mumbled with dreamy eyes. Asher spoke briefly.

"Really?"

It's like wish. Different tendencies, different ideas, similar values. asked Quetton with a more sedate face.

"What's your destination?”

"Similar."

"Oh, that's great."

Kei-ing.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Cooooooooh!"

Quetton shook his hand. The sword of light fell from the sky and crushed the monsters approaching. The monsters disappeared with a scream.

"If you know the ocean, you can't leave it alone. Come with me. this rough road I think many people are better than alone."

"I don't need it."

"…what?"

Asher passed again. Quetton watched with a stupid face, wondering if he didn't know he would be denied twice.

***

Asher walked along the bumpy road. The northern part of the country has not been properly settled for a long time, so there was still a lot of land that had not been reclaimed yet.

Or maybe it's a monster that's smashed.

Asher pushed the stone in the way.

[He's following me]

"Bad boy."

Quetton and two women were following at some distance. Again the beast appeared, and the sword of light struck him down. The death toll went up in a flash.

"Ha, you don't have to thank me. It's just a solution to block my way."

Asher clicked her tongue on the smiling Quetton. He seemed to be trying to force himself to stick to forcefully.

'That'sir.

It was annoying to push it away if it stuck like that. You just have to let it go.

[Looks like a good man]]

It sticks to the person who doesn't care about it for the first time and deals with the monsters. In terms of behavior alone, a good man was right.

But Asher saw greed behind Quetton's face.

"He likes to show off.”

When he found out he was coming from the East earlier, he had dangerous eyes because he was obsessed with being the only human being from the East.

Maybe that's why you're carrying two girls who don't seem to have any abilities. We need something to show off. That's why I cling to him.

[I don't think I'll just sit still]]

"I don't care."

That kind of show-off itself was the purpose, not the type to bother him.

Even if you touch it, there is no problem because it is cute. Monsters take care of everything by themselves, so they can be considered comfortable guides.

"The stupid things keep sticking to me."

Quetton approached and shook his hand to see if he accepted Asher's silent attitude as a tacit consent. The sword of light fell from the sky and fell everywhere. Quetton clenched his fist.

Cargagagagam!

The sword of light exploded and debris scattered. The two approaching beasts were swept away and disappeared without leaving a trace.

"Wow!"

"As expected, Quetton! Great!"

The two women were amazed at Quetton's every move. Every time, a long line was drawn around Quetton's mouth.

"It's nothing. I am a descendant of a hero. That's natural."

I feel like I'm watching a play.]

That's a cheap play. Enshir showed signs of discomfort.

[Manly and personality are not proportional, but they just look young. I don't see the time spent on training.]

The power of Wanda and Quetton was anomalous in Nsir's feeling.

[It looks like there is no power consumption, and it can be used with light hand gestures without modification or dictation. It's never that low. That's weird. What kind of power do you think heroes have?]

"Half of them are magicians, Swordmasters, saints, and adults like Valvacca. The rest of us, like him, are using his power."

They were literally powerful beings from birth. Walters was one of them. His powers have been fixed since he was born.

The power gained from birth without effort. That's weird.]

The black of the light was falling one after another, killing the beast. That is the hero of the previous generation, the power of the sword's master in heaven.

In other words, it is the power. Asher smoothed the pen.

Kark.

Penr cried. As if I wanted to eat up that power.

'I don't know. Magician.'

Asher exhaled and walked on. And as the women looked at Asher, they whispered something.

***

As soon as the territory of Le Penia was visible, Asher rested. I was on an empty stomach. When he collapsed, Quetton and his party rested and talked among themselves. Asher chewed beef jerky alone.

"Excuse me."

The two women, who had been eyeing Asher for a while, came up with a determined face. Asher glanced at them, they bit their lips.

"You. Aren't you doing too little?"

"Right. Why don't you do all the hard work and do something?"

Asher grinned.

You've been using this method lately.

"Are you laughing?"

The women's faces stiffened as they took Asher's laughter with laughter.

"It's obvious."

"I didn't ask you to come with me."

They were the ones who stuck to it. But the woman spoke confidently.

"Oh, my. Look at him talking. Then you go alone! I can't do it!"

They seemed to have become masters of power. Quetton was just watching with a smile, showing no sign of stopping him.

The woman thrust her upper body more vigorously.

"You can't get rid of the beast! That's someone you can't get rid of unless it's Quetton! I don't think we've been lucky enough, but we'll never be able to go alone!"

"So what do you want from me?"

Asher asked with a slight smile. The woman folded her arms.

"It's nothing. Thank Quetton, be polite and respectful."

Asher couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. The woman faltered in embarrassment.

"If you don't want to?"

"Then I'll go alone!"

Quetton was still quietly watching their quarrel.

'It's too obvious.

It was a frequently used method. It saves people from a crisis many times and creates psychological debt. Soon the favor will turn into a calculating act, demanding payment from the other person.

An opponent with a burden of mind will grant you every favor. It was one of the tricks that could be used if the conditions were met.

But there was something they were mistaken about.

"All right."

Asher didn't need their help from the beginning.

"I'll go first."

"Uh. Uh?"

Asher woke up. When I saw Quarton's face, I looked at him foolishly.

"Wait. You're really going?"

The woman hastily caught Asher's dress as she was leaving.

"Is there a problem?"

"Well, that's not true....”

The woman blurred the end of her speech. My eyes couldn't find a place to go and moved. Asher smiled and shook his collar.

"Then let go."

Asher walked away, leaving them blank.

***

Nsir murmured in an uncomfortable tone.

[What the hell did he want?]]

"You wanted to be recognized by the stranger.”

Neither did he claim his life nor did he demand. He clung to him only for his own admission.

It was so cute. If his tendency to show off was at that level, he could just laugh away. I don't mean to deal with you.

It was so weird. What kind of debt are you trying to make? How could you be so kind as to be so kind to me? You'll only feel burdened before the debt.]

"Everyone who uses the power of a hero honors him. I'm sure he was recognized that way."

You've heard from a young age that everyone worships, and you're going to be a hero. Everyone you meet admires you and admires you no matter what you do.

It was even more strange if you lived such a life and didn't have that level of show-off.

[Strange guy] Anyway, we're finally here.]

As he approached the realm of heroes, there was no more evil in sight. There was a small castle in his sight. Nsir, who sensed the appearance, admired it.

Oh, that's great.]

The size was small for the queen's surname, but beauty was incomparable to anything else. The castle that the Dwarves made with their soul was a work of art in itself.

[I can hardly feel her presence here, either. Did it collapse like everywhere else?]

"That's the way it is here.”

The castle was Le Penia's only solitary castle. There were no servants or employees. Even her best friend was not allowed in here except for one.

Therefore, Asher did not know how the inside was designed. Nsir muttered in an absurd tone.

What's wrong with you? What about meals and cleaning?]

"The Dwarf made a machine that works automatically. With the ingredients, there's no problem."

[Huh.]

From here on out, it. If Hammeron's words were true, the Red Elves' forest had to pass through here.

And Hammeron said a woman in Lephenia's castle was blocking him.

"Are you a guest?"

A voice rang on the little spire. A woman with black hair and gray eyes was mumbling her bread.

"I might give up by now. I hope they leave us alone."

The woman who put the bread in her mouth jumped down.

"This is the resting place of the great queen. Go back."

She drew out a sword.

[Come on.]

She took a posture. He looked very familiar.

It's similar to you.

Asher raised numerous guards. In a way, most of the guards were his students, but Asher didn't think so.

Usually, a disciple is a person who has inherited the progress of a teacher. However, his sword, the basic sword that everyone knew, was not of the nature to be said to have inherited.

Leica just took advice, and she couldn't be his student.

The woman spoke with confident eyes.

"I am Chariot Magart."

But there was one true disciple of him.

a single child who imitates all his swordsmanship, posture, and habits

A child who was special to Le Penia, who lived like a friend even though he was dozens of years apart. The only child invited to a solitary castle. his swordsman's child

"I am the one who took over the great sword."

Chariot took the posture of imperial prosecution.

"If you want to pass, beat me. Visitors."