Reincarnation of the Sword Master

The next day. Asher woke up and came out of the castle. On the street, Chariot was holding a sword and collecting his breath.

"Are you awake? How was your bed?”

"Whose seat was it?”

The bed, decorated with all kinds of jewelry, was too bright for sleep. I've never used such a luxurious bed in my previous life. Chariot said with a playful face.

"Whose bed do you think it is?”

“…….”

Asher frown.

"No way."

"That's right. It's the bedroom of Le Penia.”

"…you still do the trick."

Now he wasn't young enough to react to every such prank. More than anything else, it was more than once or twice.

"I've had enough of your pranks.”

He and those who knew Le Penia always tried to tie the two together. Even though the two were not interested in each other, they were more troubled around them.

"Lephenia hated it, but it didn't stop.”

"…mmm."

Chariot scratched his cheek.

"I don't think it's just our fault. Is it a matter of Lephenia, or of the teacher, or of him or both....”

"What do you mean?"

"This is the story. You okay for a second? I'll finish my training today."

Chariot teased his feet and hands. The tip of the sword swung gently into orbit.

[Really...really the same]]

Nsir muttered in a blank silence. Even her posture, her movements, and the details, her subtle habits, were not much different from Asher.

[I've never seen anything like this before] Looks like a doppelganger. But that's the limit. It doesn't mean much because you don't want to face up yourself.]

The only reason why Chariot learns the sword is to learn Asher's sword. She didn't want more than that, so she couldn't grow up.

"How about a game?"

Asher shook his head at the cereal while wiping his sweat.

"That's enough."

Mimic swordsmanship. There was nothing he could gain from competing with Cherit. He shook off the end of the sword as if he felt sorry for the chariot.

"Hmm. I wanted to do it after a long time. I'm sure your teacher has changed a lot.”

"Do you think so?"

"That's... no. I was mistaken."

The training is over. Chariot put the sword in.

"That's enough. I have a question to ask you. Did you happen to meet the cannabis?”

"How do you know?"

"The sword in the waist. I'm familiar with it."

"You're talking about Penn.”

Black sword, Penr. The sword of hero murder made by the Daemazar.

"Phenre? Is that the name of the sword? It's a normal name for a teacher.”

[As expected. Your sense was weird.]

"The sword belongs to the teacher. That means there's no more sorcerer."

Chariot murmured bitterly.

"May he have peace."

"You know about this sword.”

The Magician said it was a sword of hero's murder, and that it would liberate the hero. However, according to the experience so far, there was not much to do with the hero.

I know why they made it, and I know what it's used for. Yes. The teacher has the sword....”

She stretched herself out.

"You said your teacher's destination was the Forest of the Red Elves, right?

"They can tell."

They have their own tricks. The power to see through the soul. I was going to ask you a favor there.

"It used to be, but I don't know these days. I told you I moved them. I think he moved it because something was wrong.”

"Do you know what it is?"

"Lephenia seemed to know, but I don't know. I came back later.”

"No problem.”

The magic wouldn't have disappeared just because we moved. All he had to do was accomplish his purpose.

"Are you okay? They're the second most exclusive of the Elves."

"I'm ready."

Pateless has been certified as an elf. Exclusive people accept it if there is a certification of the same race.

There are other means, if not that. Asher smoothed the ring. There was no problem.

"…you're not asking."

Asher turned away at the sudden words of Cherit. She fiddled with the pommel with a bitter smile.

"Lephenia isn't here. I'm the only one guarding this place. Even though the North falls, she doesn't move. It can't happen to her in the past."

Lephenia built the North for the persecuted, and devoted himself to them. Even when she was silent because of the effort, Orc believed in her.

"Don't you want to know? Somehow."

She continued to speak alone.

"She's not normal right now."

Chariot dropped his head in a melancholy.

"Help her. Teacher."

"…I have my job."

Breaking the curtain, Asher said. He had his business.

No, but Cheryret laughed. He looked at Asher with a giggle of affection.

"That's what my teacher always did. Teacher, do you remember when I was sick?”

"I don't remember."

"A. Remembering."

Is it about a year after Chariot became Asher's disciple? She had suffered from a sudden high fever.

"Then. I really thought I was going to die."

He was in a state of death with a high fever. She was then the second person to feel death after the Motorola incident.

"And the teacher went out heartlessly that day."

"I am that kind of person. He's not as nice as you think he is."

[Hmm.]

Nsir groaned with the meaning of denial. Asher ignored.

"What matters to me is the sword after all."

"I'm sure. I know your teacher gave everything to the sword. I really didn't take a day off, and I only wielded my sword."

in the reign of the Devil and in the fury of the Dragon. Asher caught the sword.

"If there's anything important to a teacher like that other than a sword, it would be a lie. I didn't blame my teacher because I knew him. But you know what?”

Chariot gave a whirly smile.

"Since then, I've heard it from Lephenia. Teacher, I heard you spent almost a week looking for medicine without a sword."

[As expected.]

“…….”

"The teacher... has a lot of affection. I'm sure the most important thing to a teacher is a sword. But that doesn't mean he ignores people around him."

People who are crazy about one thing often do not pay attention to other things. They were abandoned and hated by their surroundings despite their outstanding skills and vast knowledge.

But Asher was different from them. He gave everything to the sword, but did his duty. He did not abandon his duty, and he did not abandon his surroundings.

"I crossed the line and still lived as a human being. That's why Nana and Arna liked their teacher. Maybe other heroes have similar reasons."

Chariot knelt down.

"So, teacher. Please."

She quietly put her head on the ground.

"Please, Lephenia, save her."

“…….”

"Please..."

Asher sighed lightly and opened her mouth.

"Lephenia is a hero. It's one of the best."

The youngest sodmaster. With the great swordsmanship, she had become as strong as if she had no limits.

"If she's in a crisis, don't you need my help?"

It is an event where a hero can fall into hardship. I'm sure it's that kind of course. No matter how strong he was, he still lacked compared to the hero. Chariot listened silently.

"I'm not going to be helpful. But if you still need my help... I see."

Asher nodded.

"Get up."

***

"…Thank you, Master."

She got up half in tears. She looked really twenty years old, wiping away tears as if she was having a hard time.

"But it won't be much help."

"No, it's possible if you have a teacher. The sword of your teacher. Did you say Penr? It's for that purpose. Maybe the cannabis anticipated this and made it.”

"What was he thinking?"

Asher received the Fenr, but there was still no connection with the hero. It was used separately from the hero at best, except to give rest to the owner of the Kingdom of Ravia.

"He doubted what we were after our teacher died."

A hero is independent of human life.

A hero uses power beyond recognition.

According to Nsir, hero swordsmanship is essentially not called swordsmanship.

"It doesn't make any sense, does it? Human beings have become something beyond human beings. Was that something you could do with talent? Life expectancy is something you can overcome with talent?”

But people at the time took it for granted. In twisted times, people were twisted together.

"The part that the sorcerer pointed out is that part. Come over here."

She burst into laughter as she strode through the castle.

"If the teacher knew she was trying to help Lephenia, how would she react?"

"You didn't like it."

Asher answered immediately. Lephenia had a bad relationship with him. It wasn't to the point of visiting, but she unilaterally set the date, but it wasn't good anyway.

Chariot chuckled at Asher's words.

"That's the downside. He was always full of confidence and didn't know how to show himself. Even more so in front of my teacher. And it was late when I regretted it."

She stood at the door.

"I'm sure he'll be happy. If it was normal.”

It was a small door for a man to pass. As if to prevent what was inside from coming out, it was firmly suppressed by the might of strength.

"Do you feel it?"

"It was here."

There was an unpleasant sensation from the time he first came into the castle.

The sense was similar to when the jolting monster stared at him.

"The sorcerer is not wrong. We are wrong."

Chariot waved his hand with a gloomy face. The force was released and the door opened.

"Well."

Darkness descended upon us. In the darkness as if to devour them, Chariot rolled his foot. The wavelengths trampled the darkness on the waves.

"I'm not weak enough to be eaten by you yet.”

"This is."

I could see a wiggle in the scattered darkness. Blue hair was seen through a hideous appearance like a monster.

"You look a little better today. You're always trying to eat it up.”

"…no way."

[...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Asher's face hardened. Chariot murmured cruelly.

"You heard on your way here that the master of the sword that touches the sky has disappeared? He's not gone.”

He was still in the north.

"No one can find him because he is just twisted and twisted and no longer able to maintain his human form.”

That's what the hero was called. Now I understand why it was so different from the finished person.]

Nsir muttered as if he had finally realized it.

It's twisted even more in a twisted state, so you should not recognize it.

Curl.

At that moment a hideous thing twisted its body. Her face changed and she opened her hand.

Coooooooooong!

A blue light burst from the monster. The light, like an oracle, scratched everything and everything.

"Stay still.”

The chalet clenches its fist to form an area. The blue light went wild in the area and soon calmed down.

Kark.

Fenr laughed joyfully. Chariot opened his mouth.

"That's Le Penia. I tried to subdue myself, but I failed, and I locked myself in my arms and sealed myself."

She spoke with a weary face.

"Teacher, do you remember that guy?”

monsters of this type It was not much different from what is now Le Penia.

"We are monsters. It's nothing different than what once we, heroes, have defeated."