Reincarnation of the Sword Master

Asher shut her mouth quietly. How will Venezuela react? You can't just believe it if you say you lost your memory. It's like a joke. Or will he get angry?

Maybe I'll be on guard. The thought made my mouth water again. Slowly he looked up and looked at her face. The look on Asher's face was unexpected.

"What?"

Venice was crying. Asher was embarrassed. Crying was not in the response he expected.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

She hugged Asher. Asher flinched again in the warmth of the warm man. Venice stroked his back.

"You must have had a hard time. Are you okay? Since when did you do that?”

"…it's been a little less than two months."

Asher turned to Leica with a perplexed face. He lost his memory, and he's petting it with pity? He couldn't understand.

However, Leica looked as if she had guessed it. Mom cares too much about him.

"Mother, stay away. He's flustered.”

"Flustered? Why?"

"I told you I lost my memory, didn't I? How can I remember my mother?"

"Ah."

At the words, Venesia wiped away her tears and stepped back. Asher smoothed the warm-hearted arm.

"Don't you doubt it?"

"What?"

"I lost my memory."

"Why doubt it? There's no reason for you to tell me a lie."

Benia smiled softly. Asher turned to absolute trust again. Those eyes were uncomfortable.

"…I'm not the kid you know."

Memory is the time he has accumulated. It's gone. He is not the child that Venia knows and remembers. But what do you believe in and look at it with such a lovely look? His voice naturally became rough. Venice flinched.

"You said you raised me. But I don't remember that. Not only that, but your face, your name. I forgot all about it. For me, you're a stranger."

You are nothing to me. But how can you say how you believe and love each other? At the question, Venice shut its mouth. There was an awkward silence.

"…I don't remember, but I didn't have a baby."

"I know."

Venice did not have any descendants until the middle of the 20th century. The succession of the bloodline was more important, though it was good to use magic. The retainers said they had to enter the secretariat, and Benia became thinner day by day. At that moment, a child was abandoned in front of the lord's castle.

"I was the first one to find you.”

He laughed as if he was reminiscing about the time he missed Venice.

On a day of pressure and self-destruction, Rebek recommended her to take a walk. I didn't have the energy to do that, but I was walking in the hallway in a sorry mood, and she heard a cry. Then I found a baby.

"I brought you into the room with me. The child was embarrassed because it was his first time. I was going to put you in bed and get up to call the maid of honor, but you grabbed my finger."

The child stopped crying and laughed. He burst into laughter, fiddling with the fingers of Venia. The abandoned child laughed in her arms as soon as she was born.

At that moment, her world changed. She raised her child in spite of the opposition. I saw a child growing slowly, suffering for himself, not leaving it in the hands of a woman. Although he was not adopted, he put more affection into it.

"Why do I trust you? Why do I love you? Isn't that natural? Because it's my child. Because I grew up and loved her. Even if you don't know anything, it doesn't matter if you consider me a stranger."

Because I love you. My child.

Her eyes were saying so.

"I'm not someone you know."

That light was not for him. the original Asher It was directed at the original owner of this body.

"I don't care. You're my child."

No, he's not her child. Even though I know that, can I see it with that kind of eyes? Asher shook her head.

"Okay, mother."

You don't have to say that. The words made Venice smile brightly.

***

"It's heavy."

Leica, who was listening quietly, said with an uncomfortable face. I knew it would flow like this, but it felt different to see it in person.

It was hard to accept that the mother showed more affection than her daughter to her partner, not her blood.

She was still young.

"Anyway, is this gonna work?”

"Yes."

Asher replied quietly. As the story seemed to be over, Caron approached. When Caron winked, he cleared his throat with exclamations as if Benia had realized.

"Hmm. Hmm. So the reason I'm here today....”

She explained slowly. After listening to what he said, he clicked his tongue as if he knew it would be like that way. Venice looked at her with worried eyes.

"No matter how good the sword is. Don't you think you should save your body a bit? So…."

"You don't have to worry. I'm going to be comfortable from now on."

It was an act that tried to find out how she felt by calling Venesia. However, Venezuela showed absolute trust in him. Unless we make more accidents, we won't be kicked out. From now on, there was no reason to be rough.

"Oh, really? Then it'll be okay. But since when did swordsmanship begin?.”

"From the day I lost my memory."

"Really?"

Venice tilted its head. It's been less than two months, and you're already teaching someone? It was a strange thing for her to hear because she had never learned to use the sword. Leica grumbled.

"It's a talent, I guess."

"You had a talent for swords."

"…yes."

Benia muttered with a pleased face. Asher nodded with a look of joy at the child's growth.

"It's a gift.

He didn't have it, but he didn't want to break her bright face. I don't know if it's because of guilt or affection, but I wanted to be nice to Venezuela.

"I'm sorry, but I can't take that very easily. Lady."

Caron, who was listening quietly, twisted his lips.

***

I didn't hear that I lost my memory after being kicked out by Bensia, but I knew the direction of the process. And Caron, he knew what Asher was like in the past.

Waste. No effort, no will, no waste. a bug that complains about such a subject

That was Asher's assessment.

If it wasn't for the protection of Venezuela, I would have beaten him out. And you're shamelessly claiming to be your teacher?

Charon's muscles swelled up.

He was a knight. It's a faithful article that might appear in the classics. So I couldn't just listen.

"You're such a talented person? Is that enough to teach you?

A few years ago, Karen was thrilled to see her wielding a sword. a knight who devoted his life to the sword I could see her talent instinctively.

I was amazed and thrilled by the talent, but I didn't advise or teach Leica. It was because he was afraid of tampering with the inexperienced himself.

But I can't believe that such a piece of junk can handle that talent as my teacher.

The hand holding the sword has a strain. I wanted to kill him right away, but it is in front of Venezuela. Caron picked up his feelings and raised his sword.

"You said you were talented. It's a talent enough to teach you in two months.”

The caron grazed. I'm sure that garbage coaxed the lady into words. The innocent girl must have believed it. Just imagining it made my body tremble with anger.

"Then beat me. I can easily win an inexperienced me. Raise your sword."

"Lord Charon! What are you talking about?!”

"This is what the lord has allowed. I can't stop you no matter how much you say you're from Venice."

At Caron's words, Venice paused. Caron pointed the sword at Asher.

"If you can't take responsibility for what you say, go away. How can a commoner be so good at noblemen!”

"Caron…!"

"That's all right."

Asher took Benia by the shoulder and stepped forward. There was nothing but contempt and hostility in Charon's eyes.

"The lord's name."

I guess Young-ju is not as friendly as Ben-Axia. Yeah, it's weird in Venezuela. How could you care about a man who raised him but made trouble?

Asher picked up the sword.

"What will you do if I win?"

"…I won't meddle with you any more. Even if you pretend to be a teacher, you will be silent. Are you done?"

"That's enough."

Asher nodded.

He shifted his steps.

***

"So."

asked Rebecca, leaning against the chair. I had a headache. I pressed down on my throbbing.

"Fighting, losing?"

"Yes."

Caron bit his lips. His lips burst and his cheekbones swelled, making his face look funny. Reveloc kicked his tongue.

"I don't remember telling you to fight."

"…I'm sorry."

Caron bowed his head. Rebek did not rebuke. As a result, Caron's actions brought important information.

"…you said it hasn't been two months since you learned the sword. But I can't believe I beat you.”

The caron is strong. In order to repay Reveloc's kindness, it was only a small rural knight, but it was originally quite famous in the Empire. He is not a person who will be hit by a child. by the way

"And you couldn't use your hands?"

"…yes."

Caron replied gloomily. It was pronounced disastrously without any room for refutation. If Reika and Benia hadn't stopped them in the middle, they would have been beaten until they really fainted. I shuddered at the thought.

"Hmm."

Rebekh narrowed his brow and knocked on the desk. It was all the more mysterious. Everything was the opposite of Asher he knew.

"You look like a different person....”

But that won't happen. In the end, only my head became complicated.

"How did your relationship with Laika look?”

"It didn't look bad."

"He's brilliant. If I had a plan, I would have noticed it immediately....”

"You're telling an interesting story."

Then the old man's voice with laughter rang. Caron hastily pulled out his sword and stood in front of Reveloc.

When did it start? There was a young man standing by the window. Caron was shocked. You were in a small room together, and you didn't even realize you existed?

"Who is it?"

"I'm in position. You've brought a useful servant."

"…I don't know who you are, but if you had come this far, you would have been prepared!"

"Sleep..."

Caron kicked his foot with a shout of joyfully. Reveloc tried to stop it, but Charon's sword has already drawn a trajectory. The flash struck, stopped.

"The speed is good."

"Huh?"

Caron looked at my sword with an incredible face. An unknown old man was holding a sword with his two fingers. The old man chuckled.

"Go away."

Whooooooh!

"Gasp!"

The shock hit Sharon's body. Caron collapsed on the floor, throwing up blood. I managed to lift the sword with trembling hands.

The old man whistled.

"Don't you let go of the sword? What a shame. It would have been worth raising if you were a little younger. I'm too old."

"But it's my article, but it's too much."

Revereaux sighed. The old man grinned and approached Rebecca.

"You'll get better in two days. I can protect you while you're being treated. What's the problem? There's no such thing as a luxurious escort."

"What's going on again?”

"I was going to stop by and pass by, but he was talking about something interesting. Yeah. A guy who hasn't learned for two months won this kid?"

In the old man's view, the situation of Caron was quite high. Even those with talent could not beat Caron if they did not train steadily. But it's only been two months since you learned how to use the sword. He was not an old man to lose such a story.

"You…."

Caron looked up at the old man blankly. His face was almost eighty years old, but his body was a healthy young man in his twenties.

Moreover, the most unusual was the color of the fur. As if to refuse the flow of time, the hair and the long beard were completely black.

"You're not."

"You know me. I thought it was a long time and I forgot a long time."

"Can't believe..."

Caron's eyes were filled with aspiration. There was a man in front of me who had no choice but to adore anyone who held a sword.

Reveloc got up and leaned down.

"It's been 20 years. We welcome your visit. Hi Van Ester. the master of fame, the master of the sword Swordmaster."