Reincarnation of the Sword Master

A noble man is the king's mistress, so do not lower your head to anyone but the king. It was an implicit rule.

But Rebekh bowed to Hiban. No one on the spot was shocked or surprised by the fact.

Swordmaster. The great sword. no more than ten supermen in a vast empire They deserved respect beyond rank and class.

"How can I..."

Caron looked up at the highban with longing eyes.

Hi Van Ester. He was a sodmaster before Charon was born, and a great sword master. The founder and master of the Ester family.

"Why are you here....”

"Hmm? Oh, I don't know since it's been 20 years."

When Karen asked, Hiban nodded and pointed to Rebecca.

"I was his father's guardian."

"What?"

Caron looked at Rebecca with a hazy face. I've never heard of such a thing. Revereaux gave a bitter smile.

"I didn't have to say it out loud. A guardian was not such a big relationship. It was just because Hiban's close friend had a close relationship with my father."

"My friend..."

"You wouldn't know if I told you. He wasn't that famous. Only guys like me know, you guys don't even know that existed."

Heiban's face, saying so, looked somewhat bitter. Leveroke bowed his head as if he had guessed.

"You must be deeply hurt."

"Huh? No. It's working. It's already been 20 years. Then you would've gone to the funeral, too.”

"He was my father's friend, but he didn't have much connection with me. I couldn't compare it to Hiban who lost his friend. But…."

Revereaux frowned. There was a big reason why he didn't talk about his relationship with Hivan.

"Where the hell did you go? He suddenly disappeared more than twenty years ago, so I thought he was dead."

A few months after the funeral, Hiban disappeared. Rumors circulated in public that he went to a place to die, or to find a new point of the sword, but Hiban did not show up. So he was gradually forgotten.

"I need to know."

"…for 20 years?"

"Yes, I've been to the end of the continent, to the horizon of the world. I didn't find out everything, though. Oh, the world is a mess.”

Heiban laughed despondently. The smile had a sense of despair that even Rebecca could tell. He opened his mouth carefully when Hiban shone around his eyes.

"Let's say that's the story, and let's finish what we were talking about earlier. A two-month-old boy beat him?"

"Yes…."

Caron answered curtly. Hiban grinned.

"Tell me in detail."

***

"Hmm."

The story is over. Highban nodded with a slight smile. He slowly opened his mouth.

"Oh, my God."

The mouth curves. His voice spreads as if he is really enjoying it.

"That's fun."

"I have a headache."

Rebelow clenched his forehead. Highban gave a clack of laughter.

"But it's actually an interesting story. Did you say Charon?"

"Yes!"

Caron replied with a close posture. Heiban continued with a smile.

"You're strong. Unless you're called first class, you can't beat yourself. But you didn't use your hands properly? A child who hasn't learned that for less than two months, less than twenty? Hey, let me ask you a question.

Highban pushed his face in. The black eyes approached Charon.

"What did you feel when you fought with him?"

“…….”

Caron was silent.

Asher was strong for now. But the strength was something different from what he saw. The sword was the Imperial sword, but it was trained to the limit, and when he showed a gap, he did not miss it and hit it like a snake. As if

"It was like seeing a trained old man."

"Old man. Old man to the child of the agreement."

Highban raised the corners of their mouth and their livelihood struck them. Reveloc stepped back and Caron lifted the sword with a white face. Hiban waved his hand.

"It's not for you, so don't worry."

"Yes…."

Reveloc swallowed his saliva. If you don't aim for them, then the target is obvious. He did not know the reason for the child's murder.

"I'll have to meet the important thing first.”

"Do you want to meet?"

"Yeah. Oh, I'll meet your daughter before that. If you're that talented, you'll be able to teach.”

"Sure…!"

Caron shouted in spite of me. Swordmaster's teaching. I knew Reika's talent was excellent, but I didn't expect it to be that bad. Highban nodded his head.

"Guide me."

***

"Whew. It's cool."

Laika smiled, shaking off the drops of water in her hair. Nothing was so refreshing as a bath after training. She's been in a good mood lately. It was because Asher's training became more comfortable.

After meeting her mother, Asher refrained from direct violence. Still, words stab the heart mercilessly, but what about that? As long as it doesn't hurt. She wasn't weak enough to collapse to the last degree.

'I think I'm doing well, too.

She smoothed her arms with satisfaction. It's been a month since I've had very little muscle. I realized that I was getting stronger.

I can hold on for a minute now!’

It would be shabby for others, but it was a great development for her. It was the moment when she walked lightly down the hall. Luke was walking from the other side.

"Hi, brother."

Leica waved nonchalantly. She wasn't interested in Luke. I don't like his personality, he'll be the owner of the estate and she'll leave. He wasn't going to see it anyway. Luke crumpled his face when he saw her.

"…did you hang out with him again?"

"Playing. It's training."

"What training?"

Luke grumbled. He didn't like the fact that Leica was with Asher.

"Are men and women training together? That's great.”

"Think as you like."

Leica ignored and walked away. It was also bothersome to deal with horses. Luke twisted his lips at her attitude.

"No way. You can't have a talent for that low-key thing. You must be great as a man. We've been together for months. If you're going to use the cloth, you have to use it."

Leica stopped walking. She made a face. You can ignore it as usual, but I didn't like something.

"…Asher is talented."

"Ha. How dare you defend that lowly thing. You're really crazy."

"Shut up."

Leica spits out sharply. Still, she was her teacher. I could have ignored her cursing, but I couldn't stand still cursing Asher. Luke's corners of his mouth went up even more as if he had a weakness.

"Get it together. My brother, you are a nobleman, and he is a commoner. A noble is a gift. You should never learn from the common people. You are degrading the nobility.”

"I said shut up."

Leica picked up a wooden sword. Luke burst into laughter with his arms outstretched in that attitude.

"Ha! You're going to hit me? Me, the father-in-law and heir-apparent of the lord? Okay, hit me. I'm sure you know what'

Leica bit her lips. Luke is the successor. If she injures the body, even the daughter of the lord cannot avoid punishment. but

"…be my guest."

Leica approached Luke. Luke backed away from his determination. shouted with a white face.

"You, you! If you hit me, it won't go away nicely."

"When do you want me to hit you and stop now?”

Laika laughed and held the sword. It's none of your business. Luke fell on the floor. When I tried to strike the sword, my voice rang.

"The eldest daughter who tries to beat the eldest son. Oh, my God. I'm going to see.”

Laika turned her eyes hastily. cried Luke, delighted.

"Father!"

An old man was smiling and looking at them, and Rebek was pressing his forehead like a headache behind him.

Leica groaned.

***

"Isn't it an interesting family?"

"…don't tell me."

Rebecca was stared at by Reyrock. Leica shuddered at the sight. It ended in failure.However, it was not a matter to be reckoned with. Luke clung to Rebecca and pointed at Rebecca.

"Daddy! I dared to beat my father's successor. Hurry up and...."

Luke, who was shouting loudly in crisis, blurted the end of his words. An old man was staring at him for the first time. I was unconsciously discouraged by the penetrating gaze.

"It's not worth seeing.”

Luke's body trembled at the unfeeling words. I tried to point a finger at the sense of shame, but Rebekh hurriedly blocked it. The old man walked towards Leica, not caring about Luke.

"Oh, hello?"

Laika stepped back unknowingly.

I could tell from the appearance that he was not an ordinary old man. Perfect black hair, beard, and muscles. There's no way there's such an old man. In addition, my father was still alive.

Above all, instinctive senses rang. The old man in front of you is dangerous. Run away quickly, and the sensation gave her strength to her sword-holding hand.

The old man exclaimed.

"Huh. This is more than I've ever heard. I've never seen this before. Kid."

The old man smiled and reached out his hand. He plowed his way toward Leica's neck.

Laika picked up the sword reflexively and screamed behind her. She lowered her posture, slashed her stretched wrist, and threw down the old man's stomach.

The old man smiled and waved. At the same time, the end of the sword strikes like a snake. When you try to reach the palate and avoid your hand like a creature.

"That's great."

The old man held her wrist in admiration and twisted it. Laika put down the sword, enduring pain.

"Oh, my God!

The old man threw the sword on the floor. Leica rolled her head. What did Asher tell you to do? Oh, I remember.

She attached herself to the old man in the station. He teased his wrist at the chin. When the old man put his arm in and blocked it, he took out his hand immediately and grabbed the falling sword.

He stroked the old man's Achilles' heel as he stroked the ground. A dull sound rang.

"…huh?"

Leica groaned. It was hard. It wasn't the sense of the sword and flesh. It was like a sense of hitting iron.

"…this is ridiculous.”

The old man mumbled his arm. What he had just done to Leica was one of his habits.

When you see a fairly useful young man, you apply pressure and see the reaction. But so far, no one has endured his first hand movement.

But Leica held out. Not only that, but he also fought back. It was a possible counterattack because he allowed it, but it was impossible.

"Who are you?"

The old man thrust his face in. Leica muttered with a white face.

"This is Laika Halvark....”

"Not that superficial part. Well, you don't know yourself."

The girl in front of me was strong. I can't believe I'm this talented. If time passes, it will match her master of swordsmanship.

And he claims to be a teacher of such a child.

"Leberoc, this is the kid's teacher, isn't he?"

"Yes, but….”

"All right."

Hiban grabbed the sword. There was nothing to ask about the location. He strode to the training camp. Holding the door handle at the entrance, he smiled lightly.

with a rattle.

The door opened. A boy was seen wielding a sword in the field.

The high class opened its eyes wide.