Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"…wait."

Le Penia, who was listening to the story, opened her mouth with a confused face.

"God and the devil are different. The devil is on the horse.”

"They have different perceptions. People believed that God was in the sky. So they were up there. And they believed that the devil existed in the world."

The barfula giggled.

"That's why the devil appeared on the horse."

When parents tell a legend about the devil to a child who is about to go to bed.

When an old man tells young people about the fear of the old devil.

Fear of the devil is accumulated one by one in the trivial act. It was slow as it was a period of peace, but it was definitely called the size.

And when you cross the line, fear explodes. That's how the devil was born.

The stillness came. Le Penia bit her lips with a horribly distorted face.

"Did we... call for someone to kill us?"

"That's true, by the way, but it's hard to see it. Fear is something you can't help."

Fear is beyond reason. Unlike his faith in the gods, it was impossible to erase.

"Wait."

Lephenia frowned as if she had thought of something.

"Then the devil."

"That's right. The devil was born by man. And killing a human being is the purpose. It's also set to be killed by humans."

The reason for birth is set, and even the result is confirmed from birth. The devil is killed by a warrior at the end.

He was a person who lived only for his purpose. Baffula's voice was filled with sympathy.

"He's sad. A life without any freedom.”

"Oh, dear."

Le Penia shook her head. The truth about the demon king was an unacceptable kind of thing, even though it has been through this and that.

"First of all… then you can understand the power of the Devil."

Fear of the devil is as deep and thick as faith in the gods. In the era of peace, the emotions that are basically rooted in do not disappear.

Baffula said yes.

"You believe the devil is the ruler of the horse, the ruler of all the horses. Therefore, the devil has the power to control the horse. Most mah people follow the devil regardless of their strength."

"So did the Ma people who descended on the earth."

Asher said. They died crying out for the devil.

"That's right. It's like brainwashing, but it doesn't matter because they're happy to die, right? That's why I was surprised by the Ma people."

Whoo, hoo!

As the story progressed, a low-class mahjong screamed.

Come on, come on.

"You have rebelled against the devil with the weakest low horse race. Is it because you were at the bottom of the house? We have plenty of room to experiment with."

Baffula smiled sadistically. The low-class maids hid behind Asher without even screaming.

"And you look the same."

"Even if the devil has that power, it can be solved if it is stronger. There are other wizards, knights, saints, few but not the devil."

"Adult?"

"It must feel different from the saint on earth. This side is determined by the body, not by the divine power.”

"Is he like Walters?"

Asher understood. The barfula swung forward.

"It's been set from birth, and it's been set at the end. I'm sorry, but we're not good enough to help. That's why it hasn't been seen in the Mafia's invasion so far.

"But not this time."

Asher said. Baffula first appeared on the ground.

"That's different. Now the devil, he's very funny."

Baffula's voice was filled with enthusiasm.

"You don't know anyone else, but you have to know. You who are possessed by the devil."

Desperate eyes looked at Asher.

"What the devil has done."

"Well."

Lephenia scratched her cheek.

"I know you're a peculiar demon.”

"Unique? Not that much."

Baffula laughed long. The laughter shook the time of the area for a while and regained stability.

"I've seen countless demons."

Baffula is a horse tribe that has existed since ancient times, and the concept of a horse tribe has existed since birth. It is no exaggeration to say that you have seen virtually all the demons.

"They all hated humans. But the hatred had a spirit of desperation. Since we're meant to die anyway, we wanted to do our best.”

beings who have given up since birth So Baffula felt sorry for the demons and hated them.

"But this time the devil didn't."

"Explain."

"The devil cursed his fate after he was born."

Born by man, killed by man. He who was born close to tools hated the world.

"But I can't get out of that tie."

The source of the self-bound birth was indestructible. Eventually, the devil was destined to be killed by man.

"So far, the devil has vented his anger on humans. But this time the devil was different."

Instead of being angry, he denied his fate. I'm not going to die like that. I'm going to resist the rules.

And the devil threw the dice.

***

It's very gloomy.

Baffula walked leisurely through the black castle. The energy surrounding the castle was in the mood for even the high horse tribe to collapse, but for Bafula, it was as calm as a walk.

Are you the devil this time?

Baffula asked the man sitting on the throne of Daejeon. Baffula, who was looking at him for a while, clicked his tongue.

It's no different this time.

Dead eyes and black energy.

That's not funny.

The barfula stretched itself out.

How do you feel?

"…not good.”

I'm sure he does. If I were you, I'd fall and die.

The taunting Baffula did not say anything. The face of the barfula cooled down.

So, why did you call me?

There is only one reason why Bafula, who hates the devil, came here. It was because the devil himself called him. It was the first time for the devil to sing a Bafula, so he was interested, but he seemed to leave with disappointment.

It would be dangerous if the story doesn't suit my taste.

Space and time began to shake as the barfula clicked his fingers. Despite the visible threat, the devil remained expressionless.

"Bafula. One of the six wizards. He won't meddle in my affairs."

You just called me in to ask that.

Even the expectations on Baffula's face disappeared.

I don't intend to. I feel sorry for you, but that's it.

"I know. You're like that. What I want to ask is something else. You are a wizard. I explore the mysteries of the world."

Ha

Baffula laughed at me. It was obvious what the devil would answer.

If you're twisting your fate, it's impossible. A vain hope...

"Can I get a magic trick?"

Bafula was at a loss for a moment at the words of the devil that followed.

You can get it if you want to.

"Then I'll give you an order. He's a first-name ruler, but he can do this."

said the devil in a self-assertive tone.

"Get the magic."

You are the first king to bring the magic. What is it about?

"I am tied up."

The devil raised his hand. Born by man, to die is a fixed being. That was him.

"I also know what the ground is like now."

It's twisted.

Baffula also had wonder on the ground. Those who are called heroes weigh down on the manometer. He had the power to expel his brother, and to tarnish God. He was also a feast of monsters he had never seen before.

The devil spoke calmly.

"But their power is excessive. It's not long before you fall down on your own."

But it won't collapse until you invade the ground. It's designed like that in the first.

"Then you can put it off after death."

…you?

There was a crack in the face of the barfula. The devil rose from the throne and said,

"I ask, Mage of the Witch. Is there any magic that begins again with death?"

Ha!

The barfula burst into laughter. It was a smile that was truly pleasant, unlike the ridicule that had been made until now.

There are many different types of gold, so there is nothing to be desired. But that doesn't mean we can start over.

Even if he is born in death, the devil is still the devil. In the end, the fate of being killed, aiming for the ground, remained unchanged.

"No."

But the devil spoke calmly.

"My adversary is fixed."

You mean the hero. He who kills you is who you end up with.

If the devil's invasion of the earth was the reason, the warrior's death was the reason for his existence.

"Where will the fate of a warrior go?"

I don't know. It can disappear as it is.

"The role of killing the king is that of a warrior. In other words, there is no one who is destined to kill me unless he is a warrior."

Born again, the devil is free from a fixed death.

Huh

The Baffula really burst into admiration.

Hahahahaha!

The mine rang in the castle. The earth trembled and the axis of time shook.

Interesting! You! Just for that! That's what you're trying to do!

That`s nothing but gambling. I don't know if the warrior will lose his fate or if the next warrior will come out."

That's right! Even if it's successful, you still have to aim for the ground! They'll be killed by humans!

Getting out of a fixed death didn't mean being immortal. Even without a warrior, the earth had the power to kill the devil.

It doesn't mean anything, it's not worth it. What are you doing for?

"It's worth it."

The devil denied the Baffula.

"Determined endings break."

The devil was killed by a warrior in some way. But not if the magic worked. From then on, it was up to the king's choice.

Even if I die, it is not a matter of tie, but a result of my choice. Then I'll take him with confidence."

The voice of the king was filled with enthusiasm.

"I will destroy the earth by my will, not by a puppet."

***

"The devil hated being tied."

said the Baffula slowly.

"Even if he broke the ground, he wanted to break it with his will and no one knew the ending. So he did the magic, and he succeeded."

"…That's great."

Although he had ruined the ground, Le Penia admired him purely. It may be meaningless or worthless, but the devil escaped death for himself. The decision was astonishing.

"That's why you've been different."

"That's right. So far, the demons have not really tried to break the ground."

Fate to die anyway. There was a strong sense of what to heat up. That's why there were many cases of recklessly rushing.

"But this time the devil is really going to destroy the ground. We took a lot of steps. He used to boss me around, and he misled him. He used you to put even the gods in his grasp."

Baffula looked at Asher.

"Without you, the devil would have accomplished his purpose."

Baffula suddenly burst into a giggle.

"The devil is a tool made by humans. I chose you as a tool to escape that fate.“

The object of the magic. That was Asher, and the demon king gave Asher no attention.

"I can't believe the tool I chose to get away from the tool was so determined that the plan was distorted. Isn't it funny?"