Reincarnation of the Sword Master

It was known only by the fault line. Baffula was much stronger than the powerful men called the high horse race.

Lephenia shook the head of the high horse race.

"I'm glad I brought it. What do you want me to do now?”

I've never heard of it. Put your head in the scaffold. I think that'll work.

"Hmm."

She tucked her head in with an uncomfortable look. Unlike when she pushed her hand away, she went in smoothly without resistance.

Whoo!

The air was pushed out, and the fault lines were opened. Le Penia and Asher stepped inside. A low-class mahjong trembled and followed suit.

Ewwwwwwww.

"Don't be sick. So what am I supposed to do here? You don't have to ask.”

Lephenia opened her hand. A near ten figure was approaching.

"That's weird."

The coming energy was neither horse nor monster. There was a slight strain on her face and soon a figure appeared.

"…human?"

Those who showed up were humans in black robes. Lephenia's face was embarrassed. Humans surrounded them with a blank look.

"Are you the ones who came to see you?"

"Bafula... you mean?”

"Yes, he's our master.”

"Ah."

Black clothes, dark energy to them. Lephenia realized what they were like. She nodded her head.

"Yes."

"Come this way, please."

The black-clad people led them to the reception room.

"I'll tell the owner. Please wait."

"Oh, yeah…."

Lephenia replied curtly and sat down in a chair. My hair was still not properly organized. As I glanced away, the guides stood side by side on the wall, not leaving.

"Human... here it is. I heard that the man's horse is out of reach."

I don't know. It used to be like that.

"So why are they here?"

"Excuse me."

The door opened and a woman came in. She put down the dishes in front of Le Penia and Asher and went out again.

"…it's soup."

soup with mashed potatoes It was human food that could not exist in the world of mana. Asher scooped the soup with a spoon.

"That's not bad.”

It was not that bad, but rather delicious. It may feel even more so because I've never eaten anything since I came up on the horse world, but at least it had a taste that could be sold to the market.

"You're doing all sorts of things.”

Asher could tell who they were.

They were black magicians on the ground.

***

Black sorcerers. They sign a kind of contract with the Ma clan by using the magic of the Ma tribe.

And Baffula was the founder of the Black Wizard. It wasn't incomprehensible.

"But how do you get here?"

"We're here, so there's nothing we can't do."

Asher swallowed the soup once more and said,

"But it's crazy."

"The era of going crazy anyway. There's no reason why I can't."

Lephenia flinched for a moment at the sound of the equivalent.

"…I thought you were human."

"Magye doesn't mean it's the body of a horse. Nice to meet you, everyone."

The human body-impaired Baffula bent down in colorful movements. After that, the black sorcerers leaned down in unison.

"I see the great master."

"Thank you for your hard work. You brought me the man I wanted, so I'll give you a prize later."

"Go. Thank you!"

A deep, joyful voice rang in unison. They all left the room. The commotion subsided and Asher opened her mouth.

"Why the human body here?"

Baffula was renting a human body as if it were on the ground now. Bafula sat next to Le Penia as if it were nothing. Le Penia pulled the chair with disgust.

"The Ma tribe's body is quite uncomfortable. Everything I say makes me shake with my head banging, but it's not good for me. It's less frightening to borrow a human body.”

But he still had an unparalleled power when he met Asher. Baffula picked up a spoon.

"And besides."

Baffula drank Lephenia's soup and smiled satisfactorily.

"Human food is pretty good. At least it's more delicious than dried and twisted horse meat. I have a child who dreamed of becoming a chef, so I'm enjoying my life."

"The humans outside... Did you bring him here?”

There were very few black magicians on the ground. It was safe to say that those who just saw it were almost everything. The barfula shook the spoon.

"Please don't misunderstand. They're the ones who chose to be here. Isn't the earth not a very good place for black magicians?"

Lephenia shut her mouth. The oppression of black magic became even more severe during Ma's invasion.

"My heart is too weak to turn a deaf ear to begging. The guard must have been lifted thanks to the warrior anyway. I just brought him in.”

Lephenia's eyes shook at the Baffula's words. Baffula raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, please stay put."

Fingers bounced, and the space shook for a moment. Lephenia managed to repress as she tried to pull out her force reflexively.

"What are you doing?”

"The devil knows you're here. I don't want to be interrupted. So I twisted the time axis of my area."

Baffula said calmly, as if he had picked up the garbage.

"It's a delicate force, so if you two work together, it'll break, so please refrain."

"Huh."

Lephenia laughed in vain. I heard a lot about Baffula, but it was new to see it in person.

The power to twist time itself. It was more like a type of power than a horse race.

"You?"

The barfula suddenly tilted her head.

"I think there's something hiding behind it....”

Whoo, hoo!

The shivering low-class maids screamed and hit their heads.

"Now, I'm sorry!

"Oh, you."

Baffula's face was filled with interest.

"That's great. I didn't notice it for a moment."

Although he is said to have borrowed his body, he has missed the trace of a low horse race in front of him. It was astonishing. A low-class mahjong screamed.

I'm sorry!

"What did you do wrong? I have a good feeling for you. a horse tribe who abandoned the devil and chose the earth It's the first time a weak and weak person like you has chosen it.”

The Baffula stroked the head of a low-class horse race.

"Let's have a deep talk later."

Yes. Yes...

The faces of the low horse race turned blue. He stumbled, stuck in a corner, and began to mutter a little bit.

Ah. Save me, save me, save me....

And no one cared about such a low horse race. Asher opened her hand.

"Bafula. What are you going to do?”

Will you stand on the side of the devil or send them go? Baffula laughed at the question.

"You brought your pass. It meant nothing to me, but I'm not going to touch you now that I've kept it. Besides, I lost to you. It's ugly for a loser to start over."

The barfula waved. The dish with the soup disappeared neatly.

"You are the great enemy of the Emperor. It's up to the devil to knock you down."

Baffula's eyes were on Lephenia.

"Don't you also have someone to meet over there?"

"Brave…."

"Yes, I'm not going to meddle. I'm here to meet you, but that's another reason."

Baffula smiled up.

"Follow me."

***

"You are the great enemy of the Devil."

Baffula said as he walked in the outer reaches of the area. The area where time had stopped and outside looked like other spaces.

"So you should know about the devil. You have to know what he is and what he's tied to."

"It wouldn't be good to tell me."

"There are benefits."

The barfula raised his finger and pointed to the other side of the area. There was an endless wilderness.

"When this is over, it will change in many ways, whether on the ground or on the horse."

The Devil was an unusual being. It has had a lot of influence on the ground, and the ground has changed as a lot.

"The end of the day after day. I don't want it to end in a hazy way. Wouldn't it be boring if you changed your mind at the end like your friend?"

"The Brave."

Lephenia, who was following him, opened her mouth.

"Why is the warrior here?”

"Listen to it directly from the owner. You can't say you don't have anything to do with him either."

The barfula turned round and round.

"I'll tell you a story. What do you think of the devil's seat?”

"The invader on the ground. The Lord of all the Horse."

Lephenia answered immediately. That's what the devil was to man.

Bafula laughed at her answer.

"The Lord of the Horse, but I and the so-called mighty do not follow him. It's actually hostile, and it's often. Why do you think that would happen?"

The Baffula reached out of the field. The cracks in the area shook and the space began to distort.

Power above the devil, shaking space and time. Lephenia said.

"Because you're stronger than him."

"There are some mah people who are stronger than the devil. It's not wrong, but it's not the answer. The Devil is a very sad seat."

The barfula pulled his hand out of the other way. The shaking of the field has regained stability.

"The Ma people have no reason to aim for the ground."

"What?"

Lephenia made a face of what nonsense she was talking about, but Bafula said calmly.

"You know from the magic world. This place is not much different from the ground. There's no reason to covet the ground, even if it goes back to the logic of power."

The Ma people were like humans. Changing, being alone. There was no reason to hate humans like this brother, nor to be tied to humans like God.

But they hated humans. He invaded the ground to kill.

"Well…."

"But we're on the ground. And the one at the forefront is the devil. What do you think is the reason?"

"The devil was created by man."

Asher's words surprised Baffula's face.

"…how can I do that again?"

"I met the gods.”

"Oh. Then you might know. You're great, though. You're the first person I've noticed."

"Oh, Asher? What do you mean?"

Only Lephenia did not know English. Asher said.

"Why did the gods maintain their existence and lose their power?”

"That's it. Their power comes from humans....”

Lephenia's face has changed. Baffula nodded.

"The past that I can't even remember. One being was born here. He called himself the devil."

Unlike the Ma people, they were not born on anyone's stomach.

"He led the Ma people to invade the earth, and he died. Thousands of years later, another man claimed to be the devil."

The demon king who reappeared invaded the earth and died in the hands of an unknown human being. Hundreds and thousands of years later, the devil was born again.

"A being called God was born on human faith. So they were called gods to humans. Then, don't you think there are people who are born with fear?"