Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Following Arna's guidance, he headed under the empire. On the way, the guards were filled with envious eyes.

"First of all, thank you. Thanks to Asher, the world has regained stability once again."

"Is that so?"

Asher replied unimpressedly. It has often influenced the world's crisis indirectly or directly. Now he is too mature to be pleased with that.

"But…."

Arna closed her mouth with a haggard face. She said with a sigh.

"I'm so sorry. Mr. Asher."

"What do you talking about?"

Arna said with an apologetic face. The reason for her low profile was simple. It was because the empire decided to hide this fact. Asher murmured for granted.

"It's a good thing to move on quietly."

the degradation of the bottom master The foundation of the empire could have been shaken. If it's known, there's definitely going to be noise. Of course he would have done so even if he was the captain of the guard.

"No! That obscured Asher's achievements!"

But for Arena, she was furious. She gave up her temper.

"Asher deserves respect...!”

If the case is buried, it means that Asher's activities are buried as well. That was not acceptable to Arna.

"Without Asher, the empire would have collapsed. But how did you....”

"I don't care."

Asher spoke casually. All he wanted was no honor. Arna looked at him with shaky eyes.

"What the hell are you....”

Arena was confused. The more I looked at it, the more I saw the resemblance of her stepfather. I couldn't believe that he was just a similar person.

'And besides.'

a bottomless master Crocus and Asher certainly had a serious conversation. I couldn't hear it properly because it was far, but it seemed like we knew each other before. The relationship was impossible just to be a disciple of Haiban.

I had a mountain of questions to ask. What's he got to do with Crocus? And how it relates to her stepfather.

'…no.'

Arna shook her head. I could instinctively see that even if she asked, it was not an area to answer. The relationship between Asher and Arena is that much. He looked bitter for a moment, but soon he turned his head around and came to his senses.

'Then you just have to get close!’

She made up her mind. And the sword that was watching all of it burst into laughter.

[Facial expression is changing wildly] I've never seen such an elf.]

"…can you tell the expression?"

Even if you don't have eyes, you can read the movement of muscles.

"What?"

"No, it's not."

Asher groaned inwardly. Somehow it seemed to get weird.

"We've arrived."

We arrived at the entrance. In front of him was a takan waiting for him.

"You're here. I was thinking of meeting you before you left.”

"...why are you here again?”

"I'm here to say good-bye."

Takan answered with a calm face.

"I didn't know you idiots would keep their promises."

"…the Empire keeps its promises. Even if it's the monster, the enemy of mankind."

"Kak. I don't know."

Tacan smiled and took out the window.

"I don't know what's in it, but you and I. It's good for both of us. Don't worry. I don't intend to be hostile to you."

Tacan grabbed the window and lowered his posture. My hands moved. The afterimage strikes the air and the splintered window faces Asher's head.

Whoo!

And stop right in front of your head. Asher said, organizing the fluttering hair.

"What are you doing?”

"As expected… as expected, it's a long way off.”

Tacan opened his spear with a subdued face.

"Okay, I got a goal. Human. What's your name?

"Asher."

"Asher, I won't forget your name. You're not changing. Stay strong and disciplined as always. Until I come to you and overcome you."

Tacan glared at Asher with the warrior's eyes. Asher said briefly.

"As you please."

"Then I'll see you later."

The takan twirled away. The back disappeared and Asher opened her mouth.

"Is it okay to spend it like that?"

Monsters are enemies of man. The fact remains unchanged. A good monster who can speak and is good at speaking. There was no reason to send it smoothly from the empire, but Arna said without changing her expression.

"That's okay. Ma's back in the world, and that goblin is hostile to her. I don't think it's going to hurt us."

"Is that so?"

Asher had similar ideas. It was dangerous, but it didn't seem to antagonize them. Rather, it will antagonize the Darkness, the Maids.

He's a nice guy. They change the world, they carve out destiny, they prove themselves. It's worth it.]

'Value.'

I don't know about that. It was a curious goblin. Someday we'll meet again.

At first sight of Tacan, they went inside. It was not long before we reached the entrance to the basement. The inside was filled with darkness. Arna took a step back.

"…but no one is going in here right now. I'm still not used to the way I handle power, and I'm going crazy..”

"I don't care."

Asher is in. The darkness tried to shake my mind, but it didn't move like an iron wall. As I went inside slowly, the darkness grew darker and darker, and I saw a boy sitting in it.

"…brother, are you here?"

Boy. Geran murmured gloomily. Darkness was raging around Geron.

"Is it decided?"

"Yes."

Geran laughed bitterly. As soon as Asher was about to say something, a voice rang out over the dark.

Master! I'm done with my work... Eek!

The mahjong, who came fluttering his wings, fell back in fright.

Why are you here?

***

"That's what I'm saying."

Asher muttered and lifted the sword. It was the Shin Ma or whatever the Ma clan did. He's funny, but he can't be saved. The Ma tribe is the enemy of man.

"I was wondering where he went and he was hiding."

Oh, oh, oh! You want to try it? The man who killed Pedro! I'm not going to get beat up!

When he lifted the sword, the mahjong freaked out and waved both arms. Like a martial artist, he clenched his fists and flapped his wings. Geran shook his hand with a sigh.

"Stay still. You, too. I'll explain."

Ha, don't do it's not... Master...

"…Master?"

Asher's eyes were riveted on Garron. His cold eyes gave him a bitter smile.

"Listen to the explanation.”

"…I'll listen to it for now.”

Oh, my God, you're trying to kill me. It's like a murderer....

"Stay still."

Yep

Gerran of the Ma tribe obediently followed the horse and took the posture of obedience. Geran shrugged his shoulders.

"Not much. I felt like I was hiding when I got the power. I went and talked to him. You're going to die when you go back to the magic world, so there's nothing you can do."

"But it's a mah-jok."

"He's never killed a human being.”

"Nothing?"

Asher looked at the horse. The Maas turned away in surprise. What, what are you looking at?

His mouth was resisting, but his eyes were rolling nervously. The sword couldn't stand it in and burst into laughter.

[Such a jerk]]

"I was going to kick him out. But when I heard it, he just kicked the humans out and didn't kill them. Sometimes dead people did it by the beasts here."

"You're a mahjong who doesn't kill humans?"

It was so unusual that I couldn't understand it. The food of the horse race was human emotion. Fear alone is enough to gain enough emotion, but not as much as deathbeds before they are about to die. The mahjong opened his chest proudly.

I told you I'm Shin Ma. I don't care about my legs anymore.

"…are you afraid?"

Shut up!

The mah people shouted out loud. Asher burst into laughter. The Ma people who are afraid of humans. It was so rare that I had never heard of it. Geran waved his hand.

"Whatever. If you're next to me, there's enough food even if you don't scare humans. I just wanted to keep him. You're too weak to do anything alone. I also help control my strength when the Ma people are next to me."

"It's up to you. It's none of my business."

Indeed, there is no sure deterrent like the bottom owner. Just being there won't allow the horse to invade the world.

“…….”

Silence reigned. Geran headed his head to the ground with a gloomy face. Asher asked quietly.

"Do you blame me?"

"Why do you think that?”

"For whatever reason, I killed your teacher.”

"No."

Geran got up. Darkness began to flutter open the road.

"Do you want to go?"

***

Furthermore, at the end of the underground, there were piles of stones and a stone slab.

"I've made a grave. There are no bodies, but the grave is made by the living, so I'm sure your teacher will understand."

The owner of the bottom is scattered by darkness when he dies. Rather than a human being, he faces a death resembling a mah tribe. Geran sank before him.

"I liked my teacher."

Geran murmured gloomily. The only relationship of an orphan child was actually a hero, crazy, and died. And inherited an unidentified power.

How do you feel now? Asher was hard to guess.

"You were strong. It's not just force. You've never shown me anything like that. Not strength, intelligence and will. He was like an adult."

Crocus in the past definitely deserved to be called an adult. The main character in the story is someone like him.

"That's why I respected my teacher. When an orphan walks around the world, all adults try to use me. But he wasn't a teacher. He took care of me, and he took care of me."

Darkness throbbed violently in response to emotion. Geran's appearance was obscured by the darkness.

"Do you blame me? No. My brother was the one who saved me, and my teacher was crazy. The past, the image I liked, disappeared from nowhere. You even gave it back for a minute. You should be thankful. But."

Geran laughed bitterly. I can't see it in the dark, but I felt it.

"Emotion is just not at your disposal."

Darkness assimilate according to the feelings of the owner at the bottom. It was a place where he could not hide his feelings. The darkness wavers here and there as if confused.

"But you have to take care of it. I know this is an unqualified feeling. I couldn't hear the conversation because it was too far, but I could tell that you knew your teacher well. He killed a friend like that, so you must be more shocked than me."

Asher laughed bitterly. Even though he was corrupt, he was still a friend. Though not overwhelmed by emotion, it was not without effect. Asher opened her mouth.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Well."

Geran raised his hand. It was a small hand full of wounds like yesterday, but it contained the power to topple the empire if he decided to.

"What shall we do?"

Within a day, he became a hero who inherited great power from an ordinary orphan. Geran bit his lip.

"…I hate this power."