Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"Long time no see."

"Yeah. How long has it been?”

"It's been 40 years, right? I built this place, you retired. We didn't have to see each other."

"40 years..."

It doesn't seem to be that long, but it was already half a hundred years ago.

"By the way, you've figured it out.”

"Because they're the same soul."

The cannabis is not just a name. The magic touch reached the soul.

"By the way, what's that sword? A golden sword. You wouldn't carry any decorative items."

"Don't you know?"

"Hmm. Is there something special? It just looks like a sword."

A sorcerer who can even see the soul cannot even grasp the sword. This was unexpected. The sword spoke with a soft voice.

You think a sorcerer is different? I don't know unless it's a sodmaster.]

"That's true. Did you drink the fountain of youth? I'll tell you right away if you have one. I want to be young, too.”

"Dead, alive again. That's all."

"Reincarnation..." That's unusual.”

"That's why I came to see you."

the cause of reincarnation, the reason for his resurrection However, the cannabis was not in a state to give a proper answer.

"…how did you end up like that?”

"Clinkle, I can't fool you, either.

Blood flowed from the mouth of the cannabis. Blood was flowing and the flesh was rotting. The smell of the dead body vibrated in the space.

It's not a vision, it's a truth. The whole body was pierced with thorns, so there was no part of it. It was even more amazing to be alive.

"It's karma, captain of guards."

The sorcerer laughed bitterly. All kinds of remorse and despair passed through his expression.

"You've seen what's out there."

"I'm sick and tired of it."

those on the border between life and death

men like dead bodies

"It's our karma, about me and the hero.”

"Something happened."

마의 존재가 끼어든 것도 아니다. 그저 순수하게 시간의 변화로 이리 된 것이었다.

대마법사가 멍하니 천장을 올려다봤다. 빛은 보이지 않았다.

“이보게. 경비대장. 우리는 낙원을 만들어냈어. 하늘에 있는 것을 이 밑바닥으로 끌어내렸지.”

“…….”

“하지만 그건 해서는 안 되는 일이었어. 낙원이란 하늘에 있기에 낙원이야. 인간이 가져서는 안 되는 것이었지. 그러니까 자네에게 부탁이 있네.”

"If it's a request."

"It's not that difficult.”

The cannabis said calmly.

"Give us an end.”

***

It's dawn, and the Rakans are back with plenty of rest. Lacan came through the passage, frowning and snoring.

"Oh, my God. Teacher. Can we do something about that? The smell is driving me crazy.”

"It's my hobby, you punk. Shut up and listen."

"Tut. So what? What's going on out there?”

"What could it be? Roll your stupid head well. Who else can make this happen?"

"…ma'am?"

"Answer."

The cannabis smiled.

Asher was silent.

Lacan shook his head.

"But we didn't detect any signs of them."

"It's because you lack performance. It's very dense."

"I haven't seen this old man in a long time, but he hasn't changed. Anyway, if I kill that man named Ma, will he come back to normal?”

"No. I need a break for now. People's minds need to find stability, too.”

The cannabis mumbled faintly.

"After work, I will hide the kingdom with magic and rest. You won't be able to come in then.”

"Then what are you doing to kill him quickly? You'd be able to sort it out in a day."

It was not an overestimation. In his heyday, the cannabis was not defeated by several high-ranking mahs. The cannabis smiled.

"He's a little tricky. I can't do anything about it because I'm covering my body and making a fuss. So I have a favor to ask you.”

"A request from the sorcerer. It's too much for me."

Poitan stepped back with a sour face. He has already accomplished his purpose here. Now that I know why the kingdom of Rabia has become like this, I just have to go back. There was no reason to take risks.

Lacan snorted.

"You've come all the way here and been meddling, but now you're trying to run away."

"You have to be right. They were all underdogs. It's a natural mission to save the weak."

"…why didn't you just write an article?"

"Don't stab me in the pain. You're not underdogs. Do you really need to be loyal?”

"Don't worry about that. We'll have enough money."

"If there's a payoff, the story changes."

Poitane came up with a splash. The cannabis flicked its trembling finger. Then the back door opened and the glow poured out.

"Heez!"

Poitans gave a shrill scream. The golden mountain was there. The cannabis smiled.

"Take as much as you want from there."

"Well, really...?”

"Yeah. I don't have anything to write about anymore. This should pay well, right?

"It's enough."

Poitans nodded violently. Lacan sneaked up.

"Teacher. Me too....”

"You shut up and follow. You're not good enough to escape, but now you're eager for good."

"Crazy."

"So what do you need? I wish I could do it on my own, but....”

"It's not much. Take this."

When the cannabis waved, the air split and the object fell over Poitan's hand.

"Clock?"

"It's proof that he's a legitimate visitor. With this, the knight outside won't attack you. Take it back to town and bring me an axis of determination. If you look around the wall, you'll find it.”

"Okay."

Poitan has left. The cannabis judge lowered his grumbling disciple.

"And you, analyze the scaffolding.”

"Do you have to do that boring thing again?”

I understand you ran away because you didn`t like it, but I still ask you to do it this time. Badrich."

Lacan, who was about to grumble, stopped. Soon he kicked his tongue out into the aisle.

"I should have been nice to him."

"What should I do?”

Ruban, who was watching closely, raised his hand. The cannabis smiled.

"You can look outside. You said history, right? It's going to be fun enough just to observe.”

"I guess so, too."

Ruban has left.

Only Asher and the Wizard remained in the square again.

Asher opened her mouth.

"At times like this, the Maas are a great shield."

"Don't do that too much. I had no other choice."

"…will you not inform your disciple?"

It is a lie that the Ma tribe has appeared. He also did not say that the appearance of the marijuana wizard was not welcome. Of course, it is a lie to take a rest.

The cannabis smiled bitterly.

"He's weak. My mind almost collapsed when I saw myself. It's too cruel to tell such a child the truth.”

"I don't mean to interfere."

Asher looked up at the Wizard of Massachusetts. The cannabis chuckle at the gaze.

"You still have cold eyes. To be honest with you, I was a little scared every time I looked at you like that in the past. You were too blunt."

"Don't change the subject. Just answer."

Asher hasn't solved the question yet.

"The end. What do you mean?"

"It's literally true. It's our end. I'll answer your questions, so you can do me a favor. It's an exchange."

"Tell me."

"Thank you. You know about the underground prison here."

"There?"

Asher frowned.

"Why the mad cow?"

"Go there.”

"…Are you serious?"

Asher frowned. The sorcerer chuckled.

"Don't worry. It's not all right there. There will be a guide there. You can follow him. And... you can hear the truth."

"Tut."

Asher kicked his tongue but turned. I couldn't refuse to ask for an answer.

"Thank you."

Leaving the low-pitched voice behind, Asher stepped outside.

***

Whoo-hoo!

The door broke and the cage appeared. Asher went inside and murmured.

"To be honest, I don't want to come in here."

Is it dangerous to be in an underground prison?]

"The horse is a dungeon. The end of the line is all the dangerous people in the dangerous situations.”

the only paradise on earth Of course, there were plenty of people who were meddling. Among them, it was an underground prison that a marijuana lawyer sealed those who could not treat heroes recklessly.

"But this place is similar.”

People were lying in a daze in the prison. Some of them had familiar faces.

"Battum."

[Who is it?]

"He almost became a hero."

a man with the power to break down the mountains and separate the seas The force itself was not much different from the hero.

Such a man lay absentmindedly in prison. Batum's eyes moved slightly. My dusty mouth opened.

"…foreign woman?"

Asher stepped back for a moment and took up the weapon. But Batum only looked at Asher and did nothing.

[...]I can feel a slight trace of him. But it's too blurry. I don't even know if there's one if I don't focus.]

"Is it in the process of change?"

Through this process, it seemed to change like the bodies of the people outside.

Asher went deeper and deeper. Lying people glanced at Asher, but that's it. No one showed any further movement.

"Where's the guide?"

"Outsiders? It's rare."

With a voice from behind her back, Asher turned and spread the distance. There was no sign of him. I was embarrassed that even Sword didn't know.

[What, what.]

"Hello?"

There was a man there. I guess I'm about 25 at most. The man with white hair smiled.

"It's been a long time since I saw a decent person. It's been 40 years?"

"40 years?"

"Yes, I'm older than I look. What's going on in this hell? Is that the new prisoner from the Magician?"

"No, I'm here for his request.

"Please... Oh, you mean that. I guess you're finally determined to finish this boring place. Follow me."

The man turned around and walked. Asher followed slowly. The sword murmured.

[Strange] I have a very hazy feeling. It's similar to a dead body. That.]

"Arrived."

The man opened the prison door in the middle. He rummaged inside and soon pulled something out.

"Come on, take it."

"Sword?"

It was a pitch-black sword. I couldn't feel anything.

"The sword of the hero's murder. It's yours. Take it up there."

"…who are you?"

"Oh, didn't the cannabis tell you? Oh. You want me to explain? I know it's embarrassing, but it shouldn't be."

The man sighed. He was speaking in a way that he thought of a sorcerer.

"Poor thing."

The man straightened his back. Almost nothing was felt in a series of movements.

"You don't feel anything from me, do you?"

"Just a little."

"I can't believe I'm feeling a little. That's great."

The man's mouth was filled with laughter.

"This is paradise. Even though this is how it looks, paradise remains the same."

The man put his hand on my chest.

"I was born in paradise. The first child born in the Kingdom of Rabia. And the last child."

“…….”

Asher groaned. I began to guess the identity of the man in front of me.

In the past, the Kingdom of Rabia was founded and the first child was born among the inhabitants. Everyone was happy and the festival broke out, saying that he was born in paradise. But I realized that the more a child grows up, the stranger it is.

"But that would be decades ago."

"That's right. I'm about sixty-seven years old today. It's nothing."

The man smiled brightly.

"I'm a token of their failure."