Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Not much."

Asher's indifferent words chilled Baffula's face.

"You're calm. I thought you'd react more aggressively."

"I was surprised."

I didn't know the devil was born again for that reason. It must have been surprising and wonderful.

"But nothing changes."

"You kill him, he kills you. The framework hasn't changed. Even if the devil is killed after losing to you, the devil will be pleased. Because it's also one of the devil's wishes."

Asher did not respond to Baffula's strange words. Lephenia raised her hand.

"Wait."

"Yes, go ahead."

"So why is the warrior here? If you killed the Devil and freed him, you don't have to be here anymore.”

"I don't know until there. I'm sure they had an in-depth conversation, but I'm not interested in warriors."

"Really?"

Baffula shrugged his shoulders at the disappointed Lephenia.

"But there's a reason. The devil isn't the only one bound by fate."

The warrior was also bound by the devil.

"Please go ask the warrior directly for more information. If we go to the Uranus, the brave will be in the way."

“…….”

"So do you. The Devil's Great Red."

Baffula said to Asher with a happy face.

"Why did the devil choose you? Please meet and listen in person."

The barfula flicked her finger. The stopped time axis regained normalcy and was timed to the same time as the outside.

"I helped the devil because I wanted to get the result of his own choice, not the end of his destiny. Isn't it sad to be born for the first time in a long time and be set?"

Baffula said something in a bitter tone.

"Let's go."

The boundaries of the domain have been removed.

The road to the mausoleum has opened.

"Go and finish your story and the story of the Devil."

***

"Is this... is it the City of the Devil?"

Lephenia muttered with an emotionless face.

After the endless wilderness, there will be a castle with a demon and a warrior. And there their fight ended.

"Only two of them. It's kind of weird."

It's not the two of us.

A low-class mahjong shouted with a haggard face.

Oh, God... I don't want to go....

"It's your choice.

Of course you give me that choice!

When it was time to leave, the low-class Maas held out, saying, "I don't want to be seen by the devil as a traitor." So Asher gave her a choice. Come or stay here with the Baffula.

At first, the low-class Maas thought hard, but they were determined by the continuing words of the Bafula.

"Why do you think this is safer than meeting the devil?’

It was crucial. The low-class maids followed Asher, but they looked like they were being dragged to hell.

If you beat me to death for being disgusted....

"That won't happen."

The faces of the low-class mahjong lightened for a moment, but died again.

How do you know that?

"Honestly, it doesn't matter to me."

Ewwow.

That's what he said, but the low horse never died. There was no problem unless Asher heard the evil king was wrong.

"Asher, I have a favor to ask you.”

Lephenia said quietly as she was walking. Asher replied in silence.

"Can you leave the warrior to me?”

"What's the matter?"

"Just."

She fiddled with her hair with a bitter smile.

"I thought I should. Oh. If you don't like it, it's okay. You'll have something to say with a brave heart."

"I don't care."

The hero won't come at them as soon as he meets them. After finishing the conversation, Le Penia can step up.

"If you want that.”

"Thank you."

After that they walked without saying a word. The closer I got to him, the more I got to know him, the more I couldn't crumple the faces of the low-class Ma tribe, so I slowly got out of trouble.

And finally there was a huge black castle in their sight. Asher muttered.

"It's a traditional mausoleum.”

It was the image that ordinary humans thought of when they thought of the devil. Lephenia smiled affirmatively small. They walked on and on.

A white-haired man appeared in front of them when they arrived at the front of the planet.

The man said.

"Hi."

Lephenia replied.

"Hi, warrior."

***

pure white bleached hair The pupils were also close to white, so it was difficult to distinguish the pupils.

That was one of the characteristics of a warrior. The warrior opened his mouth.

"Long time no see. Le Penia, and Captain of Guards."

I noticed Asher immediately, but no one was surprised. Lephenia smiled small and rubbed her hair.

"The hair and the color of the eyes. It's still the same."

White-eyed hair and eyes. Some people called a warrior pure white. The hero spoke casually.

"I was forced to come here, but it's not bad. I've wanted this kind of hair for a long time."

"Really?"

"Lephenia like that."

The warrior sidelonged Asher with a playful smile.

"Congratulations. I've always wanted to be with you, but now I've achieved it. Did you fix that personality?”

"Yeah. Now I want you to be more confident about yourself.”

"It's a good thing. You've always been frustrated. Especially here because people were loyal to their feelings."

Lephenia asked about the meaningful words.

"I guess they didn't?"

"There were more people like you over there. It was a place full of shame.”

"I envy that. I wish I were born there."

"Well."

The warrior gave a bitter smile.

"I don't think so. You're here after all."

"…The Brave."

Lephenia bit her lips and took out the sword.

"Hold me aside."

The black force rumbled. The hero's face was filled with admiration.

"What's that power? It's different from before."

"Get out of my way, hero. I don't want to play with words."

"Really?"

The hero's face has cooled off.

"That's too bad. I wanted to talk a little more.”

Lephenia's face was hardened by the warrior pulling out the sword from the other side.

"Brave…."

"You know what I'm doing to be here, right? How's the ground doing?”

"Other heroes are blocking the breach. There's not much damage."

"…that's good to hear."

He was not mocking, but truly fortunate. Lephenia bit her lips in that manner.

"Why are you on the King's side? You're not the same kind as a mercenary, are you?"

The assassin regretted his choice. The hero laughed at her words.

"No way. Don't think I'm like that idiot. I don't regret my past self, and the current choice is the same."

"Then why..."

"Because I'm more like the devil than you are."

"What?"

Le Penia's pupils shook. The hero went on calmly.

"You were outsiders to me. I created a family to solve it, but... They're all dead."

The princess, who was the wife of a warrior, was not a hero but an ordinary person. She ran out of life decades ago.

"I am essentially close to the devil."

"But you're human!"

"The devil is not a mahjong."

I was just born in the magic world. It was far from the Ma tribe.

"I'm like him."

"What are you saying..."

Lephenia frowned at the incomprehensible words. But the warrior calmly stuck out his sword.

"I don't ask you to understand. But I ended up on the Devil's side."

"…yes, I'll do whatever you want.”

Lephenia's sword was covered with black force. She winked at Asher.

"Asher."

"Okay."

Ugh.

Asher passed by the warrior. The warrior did not stand in his way until the moment he disappeared into the castle of the devil.

"...doesn't you stop me?"

"He's the devil's archrival. It's the devil's own choice, so I don't have to interfere.”

The warrior's sword shone white. The huge and majestic light formed the form of a sword.

"My role is to stop you."

Lephenia clenched her teeth and put on black force.

"Let's fight, Le Penia."

Black and white collided.

***

A wave of power exploded in the back. The power level was the power that would weigh down the horse world itself.

"Lephenia.

Will she be able to beat a warrior? I'm afraid it's too much. A hero is the strongest of all heroes.

But now she couldn't lose to the warrior.

Ugh. Ugh.

As soon as he entered the castle, the low-class mah people were in vain to see if they could stand it any longer. He said with tears in his eyes.

I didn't do anything wrong? You have to come all the way to Magee and meet the Devil!

It was pitiful to see her crying out with tears and a runny nose, but Asher said with a blank expressionless.

"There's nothing you need to worry about.”

I mean, how can you be sure of that?

"Because you can tell. The devil will apologize to you."

Four, an apple?

The faces of the low horse have been twisted strangely. Asher moved forward without a word. A huge door was seen in front of them.

Beyond that, I could feel a trace. Asher touched the door with an imposing gesture as if she had no intention of hiding.

Crying.

The door opened. A black creature surrounded by black walls and ceilings stood there.

"The Devil."

"Welcome, great deficit."

A languid voice rang.

"This is my castle, my resting place. It's our end."

The air changed as soon as the horse was finished. The low-class maids couldn't hold back and gasped. The devil's eyes were fastened on the low horse race.

Oh. Uh-huh.

"I know you. A madman on the ground."

The faces of the low horse race turned black. As soon as he was prepared to die, the devil bowed down.

"I'm sorry."

Yes, yes?

A low-class mahjong asked back at the sudden apology.

Mu, what do you mean?

"You are the one who is caught up in me. I always have a burden on you."

The devil's face was filled with grief. Asher was expecting a reaction from the mahwang.

Man made the devil, and the devil used the mah people. The only people in the world that the devil felt sorry for were the maids.

"Your master is probably the one at the bottom."

Yes, yes. That's right....

"Go back to him. Have a good time in the arms of the right owner. This is my last apology, so don't reject it."

The power of the devil came down to the low-class mah tribe as a pillar. A thick magma encircled the horse's body.

Oh. Oh, my god.

"With this, the child you value will be able to maintain himself."

The devil shook his hand.

"Now leave. Get out of the wrong place and go back to the ground."

Ugh. Oh...

The low-class maids hesitated with their shaky eyes. As if he had made up his mind, he leaned toward the devil.

Thank you. And... I'm sorry.

"You do to me what I have to do to you."

Leaving behind the king's bitter smile, the low horse left. The door began to squeak shut.

"The last atonement is over. I have no more regrets."

Coo-oong!

The door closed. The air changed again, crushing the space with dreary sharpness.

"You heard about me from Bafula.”

"Overall."

"There's no place that doesn't want to be bothered by competition."

The devil raised his finger with a long smile. At the end was Asher.

"I didn't put any value on you."

It's just a starting point. It's nothing more, nothing less. Asher was only that much for the devil.

"But you came to me with your own volition and kept the ground. Born again by me, you were nothing."