Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Asher sat in the reception room and looked up at the ceiling quietly with her hands together. Chariot said he would stop Lephenia and leave to sing.

“…….”

Going.

The machine came up and put something on the table. It was raspberry like yesterday.

Asher took a raspberry and chewed it. The distinctive sourness filled my mouth.

"Encir."

Asher, who was rolling raspberries with his tongue, opened his mouth.

"Why can I feel his power from her?”

Chariot said. She's been called a hero. Most of them are monsters. And I could actually feel their power.

Because that's what perfection is.]

"Complete. You said heroes are not perfected.”

At first, they said they were similar, but as time went by, they were different. So Asher didn't pay much attention.

And now Enshir realized what heroes were like.

[That's what happened back then] But it wasn't. To be exact, the roots themselves were similar.]

"I'll ask you the right question. What does a perfectionist mean?"

[Well.]

Enshir went on as if determined.

[I don't know the details, but... But if I don't tell you, it won't be meaningful. All right, I'll tell you. But I don't know the whole thing, but there must be some mistakes.]

"Explain."

At Asher's urging, Enshir said softly.

It's got to be the essential part. You are dealing with the power of humanity in the realm of mystery.]

Magic

Come on.

And the power of hero.

As I said before, they are the power of the people. Except that divine power is God's gift. Those three are different things that humans can't use.]

"But it's natural in this world."

[Yes, it's been like that before. Humans are using the power of the people, of course, not a few, if not many, without much effort or use of techniques. What do you think the essence was?]

"…that's my brother?”

Lephenia had turned into a monster and was emitting the energy of this type. But N'Sir denied it.

It's a little different. I told you that the devil and his brother's things are essentially the same, right? They have the same roots.

"That's the kind of thing.”

[That's right.]

He and the devil. What is at their roots has enabled man to use the power of the people.

"Since when they are to humans."

The fact that there was a perfectionist even in the time of the Ensir was from a long time ago.

I don't know that. Is he bound by the birth of a human being, or is he interfering in the middle? I didn't say much because I didn't know the origin. I don't know what the intentions are.]

"Go on."

Just like I said so far. Because they were intertwined, you humans could use the power of the people.]

Human magic, unlike other species of magic, varies from person to person, without specifications and laws.

Because man's magic doesn't accumulate in the law and long history, it's just something you learn from birth.

That's why those who learn the swordsmanship of heroes only deal with one soldier.

What they're learning is not swordsmanship, but the power of the people. It was only natural to be biased toward that.

"At the end of the day, Sodmaster wasn't a sword master.”

[It's true that I trained my sword to get it, but...] It's hard to say it's a sword trick. And you are the only sodmaster made of swordsmanship.

"Ha."

Asher burst into laughter. I couldn't stand it without laughing.

He longed for swordsmanship. It is no exaggeration to say that he has devoted his entire life.

However, the sword was not a sword but a separate one. Aurea, sodmaster was not a sword master.

What he had hoped for had been distorted from the beginning.

"That's funny."

An indescribable feeling ruffled through my mind. Ansir waited quietly, and after silence Asher opened his mouth.

"That's enough. Keep going."

It's all about you humans, but it wasn't something that everyone could use. Of these, a special mix of people used their power.]

"They're the perfectionists.”

[Correct]

They are called wizards or sodmasters, and they have made their mark in the world.

That's why I didn't like them very much. It's a power of itself, but it's not a human power.]

"…I have a question.”

Nsir's words could be understood as a whole, but there was a catch.

"Was it twisted in the past?”

Le Penia mutated beyond even its shape. Nsir denied it.

[No, all the perfectionists died at the end of their lives. And I wasn't as strong as you. He might have had a sting in him, but he was a human being. That's the difference between a perfectionist and your hero. Your hero is even more distorted than that.]

A hero like Valvacca as a good man. And a law-bound existence like the bottom master. Except for them, most heroes were free from life.

The power to overcome this monster, to slaughter dragons, has gone too far. It was a force you couldn't bear in your arms. That's why they twist the same thing.]

"That's Lephenia."

The owner of the sword that touched the sky also said that he could not find the original shape because it was twisted. But he also had questions.

"Hiban and Walters were fine.”

You guys are the ones who have that power. No wonder the changes are made by constitution or something else. It's probably the psychological impact.]

Walters walked steadily down his path. Heiban also looked away and did not run away, even though he might be suspiciously, he turned his eyes away.

[or the type that doesn't change at all] There are various reasons. There's no guarantee that it will change.]

"Okay."

The magic and the power of the hero. It was just a monster that all men had dreamed of, crying out for talent.

"It's really well made. "The Magician."

Asher smoothed the pen. I finally knew it. Why this devoured his power. It was natural because it was the same kind. Nsir muttered in a suspicious tone.

[Honestly] I'm suspicious. How the hell did you know this? He's a sorcerer, but he's a visionary in the future.]

"There were some things Penr couldn't swallow.”

I thought you said one kind of power. It's said that it's an external force, but you have it in your arms. It means that there are things you can't eat because they change depending on the degree of deterioration. It's probably the kind of magic.]

"Then come."

[Um.]

The Ensir groaned.

I won't be able to swallow it. It's not a sword, but it's still a force gained by the sword. It's hard to just look at him like this.]

"Then why did he eat the divine power?"

The divine power is the power of God. No matter how much I understand the things that were attached to the gods, it was certainly strange to have eaten sacred power.

Ency also blurted out whether she knew about him.

Well... I don't know about that. God is derived from humans, so it's probably not much to do with him. It's hard to see if it's possible because it's twisted.]

"That's a headache."

Asher pressed her throbbing hair.

The reason why I ate something when I stabbed the king of the kingdom of Rabia with a pen.

The reason why Hiban was shaken by denying himself.

The reason why Shebanat, a believer in Motorola, said that he was wrong for the Hivans.

Each piece of the puzzle was being put together.

"What's going to happen to Laika?”

I don't think there's a problem right away. She can't handle it yet.]

"I see."

Asher wiped her face.

"...then what am I?’

It suddenly occurred to me. Nsir said that all humans had a sting in them. It means that if you try even if you're not a hero, you can reach even a speck of light.

But he wasn't. From the beginning, he couldn't even touch the hero's swordsmanship. There was no change like a blocked bank. It was the same after reincarnation.

It was when Asher opened his mouth to ask Nsir about him.

At that moment, the castle shook. The table trembled and there was a strong wave.

Whoo-hoo!

"Laugh!"

The floor exploded and a chalet jumped out of it. After that darkness swept like a tidal wave, and there was Asher, too.

Asher shook his hand to unleash the power of the ring, but he couldn't stand it and broke it. He grabbed Fenr's sword and swung. With tears, darkness was eaten away.

"I guess it didn't work out."

"Sorry, teacher."

Chariot wiped the blood off his mouth. The wriggling was crawling up from the floor.

"I tried to control him, but he went crazy."

Coooooooooong!

The air trembles and the blue light scatters in all directions. Lephenia's castle begins to collapse.

"Stop!"

Chariot shook his hand roughly. The oracle collided with intangible and shattered and scattered everywhere.

"Benefits!"

She clenched her fist. The space crumpled and pressed for a wriggle. Darkness exploded like a flare, but Chariot's power was even tighter.

profitable profits

"That's enough."

The chalet sank with sweat. He remained silent, wrapped in darkness as if he were trying to protect himself.

"Now my teacher can do it for me.”

She staggered to her feet. He looked at Fenr with a detached face.

"Save Lephenia."

"Are you all right?"

The Magician called Fenr the sword of hero murder. The purpose was so clear.

Chariot nodded with a wry face.

"She said just before she was going to be like that. If possible, kill me."

But Chariot didn't follow her words. I've been looking for a way to save her.

"I've made every effort. But in the end, I couldn't. That's the other part of her. It's like cutting half a body and killing it, too."

It wasn't that she didn't try. However, as I learned magic, I realized it the more I learned it. There's no way to solve it.

"Since then, I've done everything I can to kill him. But it was impossible. That is even out of the concept of death.”

The concept of death does not exist in the existence of this type. Just as heroes were freed from life, Le Penia changed so.

"Let her out of pain. That's my request."

"How about you?"

"Well."

Chariot laughed bitterly. She also uses the power of a hero. Lephenia's appearance was, in a way, her future.

"Lephenia gave everything she could to control herself. But I failed."

It was impossible even with the efforts of the hero. She murmured gloomily.

"I don't want to think about it. If you think deeply, you'll go crazy."

Asher approached the darkness. The closer I got, the more I shook the space, but Chariot's power was not loosened. Chariot was staring blankly.

"That's how it turns out of course.

Asher stabbed the pen in the dark. Fenr laughed, and the darkness swirled and began to get sucked in.

Kark.

The absorption didn't stop as if he was going to gobble up any food.

Asher thrust the sword deeper and deeper, the darkness began to roll as if there was a backlash, and soon as the light was extinguished, the darkness disappeared.

Then a woman with blue hair appeared.

"…huh?"

Chariot's eyes were wide open. Le Penia, the owner of the North, swung his knee to the ground.

[Huh?]

Enshir was embarrassed.

Why is he alive?]

"Lephenia!"

Chariot caught Lephenia, who was in a hurry to fall.

"…chariot?"

I could see the tired eyes through the blue hair. The eyes swept the cereal and headed for Asher. Her pupils shook, and soon her eyes closed.

"Come on, wait a minute. What the hell is this?.”

Chariot was still unconscious. Enshir also mumbled as much as she did.

[That's what she's got. How did it get separated? What?]

Asher looked down at the smiling Penr. The power that Penr had was so powerful and enormous that it was incomparably stronger than before.

And the drooping Le Penia no longer felt the power of the human being.