Reincarnation of the Sword Master

[Wow.]

Enshir, who saw Chariot's posture, was amazed.

It's almost the same as you.]

Chariot's posture was like Asher's. There are only a few basic positions of imperial prosecution, but it is no exaggeration to say that it is the same as Asher's signature form.

[Can you imitate like this?] People tend to show their own colors, but I can't see it.]

"That's what she is."

[…Ah, you're your student.]

She seemed nothing different from the past. The sword and the face.

'Young.'

She was about twenty by the time he died, and at this point she was over forty. Even if it wasn't wrinkled, it had to show traces of time.

But she had a face in her twenties, just as she did when he last saw her.

It wasn't impossible for her, but it was more incomprehensible.

"Leave her alone. Visitors, it's good for you and for us."

Her words broke my heart. Asher opened her mouth.

"I'm not interested in her."

"Then why are you here?”

"There's business beyond that."

But that won't open it. Chariot snorted.

"What do you believe in when you let me in? There's only one thing I can tell you. Go ahead of me."

"That's the case."

Asher took out the sword and posed. Chariot's expression changed dramatically.

"…you?"

As she opened her mouth, a voice came from behind.

"Wow. Pretty."

"Beautiful… I want to live here! Quetton! Please!

"Ha-ha. If things go well, I'll make you a better place.”

"Is that a promise? It's a promise!"

That's quick.]

Quetton and two women were walking this way. Chariot muttered with a troublesome face.

"We have a lot of customers today."

After Chariot's words, they looked at Asher. The women screamed and Quetton's mouth twisted.

"Nice to see you again."

Asher put the sword in without a word. Quetton continued with a twisted smile.

"I guess the beasts didn't show up. You're a lucky man."

It felt like the day had set somehow, but Asher ignored it. Chariot waved his hand as if to look at him.

"Don't just play with yourself. Pay attention to me. Who the hell are you?"

"I am a descendant of a hero."

Quetton opened his hand with a confident face, and a sword of light formed. Expecting a response, the eyes turned to Chariot.

"What? I thought he was something else."

But Chariot said coldly. Quetton's pupils shook.

"So what's the point? Visitors."

"…I am a hero's descendant."

"So what?"

Chariot looked like he was talking nonsense. There was nothing new about her. She spoke sharply.

"Do you want me to sympathize with that damn thing?"

“…….”

After a moment's silence, Quetton shook his head.

"I can't help it if I don't recognize the greatness. I'll tell you the purpose."

Quenton punched out the sword of light.

"I came to see Le Penia. To remind her of her responsibility and to admonish her."

***

"In admonition?"

Chariot's face was twisted strangely.

"Are you crazy? You're the one who admonishes Lephenia? You didn't stir your head with that sword of light, did you?

"No way."

Quetton was just smiling.

"Don't you think it's weird? The world is twisting. Especially, this place is worse than the east. I felt the confrontation between Orcs and Elves, the extinction of Dwarf, and even the descent of God."

[He felt it too]]

No, at least everyone in the North would have felt it. The rise of God is such an event.

"But Le Penia, the great Queen of the North, is not moving. He's silent in his castle. You seem to be a gatekeeper who protects this place, and you'd know. Why not?"

“….”

Chariot's face stiffened. There was a dangerous light, but Quetton did not stop talking as if he had become a solitary chatty.

"In the past. Lephenia moved north for the persecuted. Considering her moves, this silence is definitely strange. I wouldn't do that if it was normal. If it's normal."

"You talk too much. I think Lephenia won't like it."

Chariot kicked his tongue. She grabbed the sword.

"I have only one thing to tell you.”

She spouted cold.

"If you want to get through here, beat me."

She took up the posture of imperial prosecution.

"Uh…."

Quetton's face was embarrassed. He had also trained in sword art. I gave it up in less than a month, but I was able to recognize at least the posture of Cherriet now.

[Hey, are you okay?]

Ensir asked in an interesting voice, as if he were seeing a good spectacle.

Except for an exception like you, the Imperial Examination is literally a sword. You can't beat that sort of power in front of you. I don't think I can work as a gatekeeper.]

It wasn't wrong. How can a sword defeat the power of clearing the earth if you wave your hands? Like those who use hero's swordsmanship. They also had a hard time overcoming it with the Imperial sword.

"You'll be fine.”

However, Asher said bluntly. If he knows her, he won't lose to Quetton.

Hammeron said. With Dwarf's body, he couldn't beat Chariot.

"I don't attack women."

"Then you can't go in. Don't bother me, go back, or come on."

In the meantime, the two continued to have a quarrel. After a long fight, Quetton opened his hand as if he had decided.

"Okay, we can't leave her alone, we can't attack her. Let's do this."

He spoke with confidence.

"I'll give you a wash. If you block it, I'll win. Please step aside.”

"Do as you please."

She said with a tired face as if she had given up.

"Then I'm going."

"Come."

Quetton shook his hand. Enshir, who was watching the play as if he were watching it, burst into anger.

[Hey! That's cheating!]

The sword of light enveloped Quetton's whole body. There was no way to do that with the sword.

[No problem, but it's not as bad as it looks] Is it clever?]

"…doesn't it embarrass you?"

Chariot asked with a puzzled look. But Quetton's face was not a speck of shame.

"No problem."

"Yes, yes."

Chariot kicked the ground with his tongue. A string was seen through the dirt.

"I found it."

She pulled the string. A rope came sweeping the floor from behind them.

"Okay."

Quetton, who couldn't look back because he was worried about Cherriet, got a string on his foot. I fell on the ground and lost my concentration. The sword of light has disappeared. Chariot ran into the gap.

"Ee..."

"The end."

As soon as Quetton was about to rise, a cold metal stuck to his neck.

"You lost. Go back."

Chariot took the sword. Quetton looked dumb as if he still didn't understand.

[Clean.]

It's not a sword trick, but Enshir admired it.

"Hey, this is coward!"

"That's right! It's cheating!"

The women who came to their senses belatedly shouted. At last, Quetton realized what he had been beaten by, and woke up biting his lips.

"…this is not a fair fight."

"What's fair? You and I play fair? Is it fair that you used a sword?"

Despite their protest, Chariot only snorted.

"If it was real, you'd be dead.”

"But still, it's....”

"Then I'll do it one more time.”

As soon as the horse was finished, the dagger flew into Quetton's head. Quetton belatedly blocked it with a sword of light, but Chariot kicked him on the foot. The sword pressed his tummy, which had fallen.

"You lost again?"

“…….”

Quetton couldn't say anything. Chariot tapped Quarton's stomach as if he were lecturing him.

"You're too obvious. It's too weak to apply because it relies on force."

Quetton was too busy being swayed to defend himself, but failed to respond to sudden changes in the situation.

"It's easy for the middle class, but it's easy for those who know how to respond."

"…it's not that. It's an honorable battle."

"Are you honored to charge the monster thoughtlessly?"

Chariot made fun of Quarton.

"It's not that fame is bad. But that's what you get when things are right, not anytime you cry. And I'm telling you like I'm using some kind of cowardice, and this is basic."

Quetton is the same as Leica in the past. He is overconfident in his own power, and does not care about anything else. Those of low class may not be the ones, but they were not difficult for those who were familiar.

"You're just a clumsy kid. That's it. Go back."

Chariot stepped back and thrust the sword back into Asher.

"It's your turn now.”

"…not yet."

Quetton stood up reeling and muttering.

Wedge!

At the same time, the sky split. Looking at the falling sword of light, the chariot moved hurriedly.

Cooooooooooooooooooooooooh!

The sword struck the ground and the earth trembled. He managed to get out of the range of destruction, but the dusty Cherit gritted his teeth.

"What are you doing?”

"You said. Cowardly means are basic."

Quetton's eyes were filled with madness. Ignored by Asher, he was defeated by the imperial sword, which he considered insignificant.

He was always admired by everyone, and he could not bear the situation, which everyone believed and followed. The women were backing away with frightened faces.

"So there's no problem trampling on you."

"Crazy."

I was wondering what would happen, but I just went crazy.]

"This is a total nut job. Is that what you're saying?”

Chariot was grinning, but Quetton raised his hand with a blank face. Dozens of swords of light rushed toward Chariot at once. Chariot kicked his tongue and clenched his fist.

Cooooooooooooooooooooooooh!

At that moment, the pressure of power surged. The swords of light disappeared under wind pressure.

"…you?"

"That's it."

Asher caught the sword. Chaeriot won't get hurt without his interference, but he is still the only disciple. He was loyal to protect. Quetton laughed profusely.

"If you want to interrupt me, I won't stop either. We'll do what we want, no matter what we do."

The swords of light were formed again, and this time they rushed toward Asher. Asher caught the sword. Chariot was shocked.

"No way."

Asher collected her breath. Set up a sensory day and move your feet and hands accordingly. Swords of the size of a placenta are crushed to death.

"All, you!"

Slash the appalling Quetton's reputation. He screams and falls on the floor.

"Go back."

"You can't do that! You can't!"

Quetton shook himself like a fit. The pupils are blackened, the air is distorted, and the space opens. A twisted light, a sword eroded by darkness, reveals itself.

[Something's wrong with that]]

Kark.

At the same time, Fenr cried. He threw up with all his joy, as if he were really having fun.

"You're dead!

"Stop."

The space closed with a cool voice. What was distorting the world disappeared without leaving a trace.

"My, my strength!”

Quetton was shocked. All of him, his strength, was banished. It was as if he had been trampled on by something bigger.

"I can't stand it any longer."

Chariot kicked his tongue and shook his hand. The distorted wavelengths were united and scattered for a moment.

"You! No way!"

[Huh?]

N'Sir was shocked again.

She's your student.

"That's right."

He was his only disciple, learning his sword. Ansir asked in a voice full of doubts.

But why Quetton? Do you use the same force as him?]

"He's like that, too.

After the death of the devil, the world regained peace. It was a time when the power of heroes began to fade and power began to use force rather than force.

Chariot was the last child to use the power of a hero, born in such a peaceful era.