The Standard of Reincarnation Episode 4
A sacrum that has not absorbed mana for 13 years.
The sacrum was a blessing, but it was also a curse.
To be precise, the sacrum is not a ‘bone that can absorb’ mana, but a ‘bone that must absorb it’.
‘Deterioration can be prevented through meditation, but there are limits.’
Vincen, who had experienced death once, diagnosed his physical condition more accurately than anyone else.
‘Is there about 10 years left?’
10 years.
‘It’s long enough.’
Enough time for the Storm Sword to become the Sword Emperor and for One-Armed Daven to be forgotten by the world.
The time when Daven, who had a strong will, became thin from hunger and died while desperately wishing for life.
It was a terribly scary and ridiculously long time.
‘Find a way within it.’
Then, bang bang! A knock was heard.
“Confucius. “What on earth are you doing inside?”
I’m not sure, but it seemed like it might have been a servant.
For a servant, the knock felt excessively harsh.
“Please answer me!”
“… … .”
“Are you going to open the door and go in?”
The attendant’s voice was full of irritation.
Before Vincen could respond, the servant forced open the door and came in.
As soon as he came in, he covered his nose and shouted.
“Oh my! What is this smell! Confucius! What if you poop in your room? “Someone tell me to clean it up!”
“Are you my servant?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
As I looked at the attendant, memories of him came back to me little by little.
‘The name is Wilson. Julian will kill him by cutting off his head three years later… … !’
I decided to stop thinking about it.
Vincen took off his sweat-soaked, smelly jacket and put it down.
“Bring me new clothes.”
Vincenne was a little different from usual.
He had the elegance of a son of a famous family, and Wilson was slightly surprised.
‘what?’
It felt somehow different from usual.
‘Why do you see three?’
Wilson walked closer to Vincenne and deliberately looked down at him.
Wilson was 19 years old and much larger than Vincennes.
“Confucius. “Where do you poop?”
“It wasn’t cheap.”
“If this isn’t the smell of poop, what is? Don’t lie. “Didn’t I tell you that the thing I hate most in the world is lying?”
“It is a very rare case to be treated with respect all the time and yet not be so rude.”
“W-what?”
“It’s surprising that you insist that the person you serve is shit even though you clearly said he wasn’t. “What does your dislike of lying have to do with me?”
“Well, that’s… … .”
Wilson was momentarily taken aback.
‘What, why is he like this?’
“It is true that I have given you more work than usual, but isn’t this your job too?”
“Why is this my job? “Am I the one who cleans up poop?”
“He is someone who serves me.”
“Did I say that I just hated annoying things, or didn’t I?”
“Then you shouldn’t have served.”
“profit… … !”
Vincen stood up.
“Since you seem reluctant to bring me new clothes, I will make sure you get new clothes myself.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to ask the chamberlain to give me some clothes.”
Wilson scratched his head.
“I am! I will come back. “Who didn’t go?”
Wilson walked towards the door looking nervous and banged! closed the door
* * *
From the looks of it, it looked like it was fake.
No matter how cowardly and timid Vincen is, he can’t have his servant be so arrogant.
“It seems like they placed miscellaneous people with that type of personality on purpose.”
-I’m thinking that too.
“Overcome the rebellious, mean and spoiled servant and show yourself worthy of the 7th Confucius of Adenka, something like that.”
-They say he was a back alley gangster and killed many people.
Vincen said,
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He burst out laughing.
“A person who has killed a lot of people has a unique spirit.”
– So?
“I didn’t feel that kind of energy from him at all.”
-What does it mean?
“It’s a bluff. His eyes are too bright. Besides, he seems very scared.”
-By what criteria are you judging Wilson?
“persimmon.”
Julian had thought that Vincenne had made a comprehensive judgment by combining various factors.
In fact, I expected amazing situational judgment.
“In my time, these senses were called ‘sixth sense,’ or the sixth sense.”
-oh my god. What era is it and what kind of sixth sense is it?
It was a somewhat shocking and uncivilized answer to Julian, who had only been studying.
At that time, Wilson came back in a huff and brought me new clothes.
“Are you done?”
“Good work.”
“Please do not poop in the room.”
“I will do it.”
When Vincenne responded obediently, Wilson felt that he had won the battle of pride.
That’s what my guy is like.
But Vincen continued.
“Bring a wooden sword about 1 meter long. The weight should be around 500 grams, and the material should be black cedar. “It will be lying around in the family warehouse.”
“What if you don’t like it?”
“If I don’t want to do it, I have no choice but to go myself. “I’m not sure what to say when the warehouse manager asks why I came in person.”
Most warehouse managers are unmanned.
Since they are the guardians of the family’s belongings, their skills are quite outstanding.
“It would be very interesting if you answered that you came yourself because the servant was annoying.”
Wilson blinked and looked at Vincennes.
‘weird.’
It wasn’t just strange, it was extremely strange.
‘He is not the cowardly Prince Vincent I knew. ‘Why are you doing this?’
From his facial expression and tone of voice, I felt a composure that I had never felt before.
Strangely, that leisure made Wilson nervous.
“I’ll bring it myself.”
Vincen started walking towards the door.
“Uh, where are we going!”
The moment Wilson tried to put his hand on Vincennes’ shoulder, Wilson’s body floated in the air.
‘Ugh!’
thud!
There was a heavy sound.
His body fell to the ground.
I coughed, coughed, coughed.
“Didn’t I tell you that I’m a bit sensitive to attacks from behind?”
“Cough, cough. “I’ve never done that before!”
“Then know from now on.”
‘My body is screaming just for doing this.’
This was true even though Wilson took advantage of the approaching force and threw.
Wilson huffed and stood up, glaring at Vincennes.
“why? “Do you have anything to say?”
His eyes were full of defiance, but when he made eye contact with Vincennes, he secretly averted his eyes.
“Well, what did you say? “Black cedar?”
“Didn’t you say you didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t go so far as to say I didn’t like it.”
He walked over nervously, just like before, and slammed the door.
As I did so, the door opened slightly.
“why?”
“It slammed shut because of the wind.”
The voice became quiet.
“I didn’t do that on purpose… … .”
* * *
Some time has passed.
Wilson brought a wooden sword made of black cedar wood.
He must have gone quite far, and there was sweat on his forehead.
‘Hmph, I can’t give it to you obediently.’
No matter how much Vincennes changed, Wilson still had pride.
Wilson was about to throw the wooden sword to the ground,
“Here you go.”
He handed over a wooden sword with one hand.
It was his last pride not to give with both hands.
Vincen accepted the wooden sword.
“There was a person I knew very well who did not have a right arm.”
“… … yes?”
“They say life was strange and difficult. “It came to a very miserable end.”
Vincen’s eyes turned to Wilson’s right arm.
Wilson unconsciously stretched out his arms and politely offered the wooden sword with both hands.
The speed at which he extended his arms was lightning fast.
“Here I am, Confucius.”
I was naturally humbled.
“thanks.”
Wilson’s face turned red.
“Well, I ran an errand, so I’ll just leave.”
Wilson quickly walked out of the room.
This time the door closed softly.
‘I’ll need some training.’
Vincen walked towards the training ground.
Within the sword family Adenka, there were ample places and equipment to practice swordsmanship.
The same was true for the outbuildings.
Arrived at the training center.
The training center was a very large open space, and on one side were straw scarecrows.
I held the wooden sword with my right hand and swung it lightly.
‘I don’t feel alive.’
Vincen moved the wooden sword to his left arm.
Then the foreign feeling disappeared and the wooden sword felt light.
‘This feeling.’
I took a deep breath.
‘Feel so good.’
This feeling of holding the sword made Vincen’s blood boil.
I strengthened my grip.
It felt like an old friend was greeting me.
Why did you come now?
At that feeling, Vincen grinned without realizing it.
‘I guess I’m a born warrior too.’
I enjoyed this moment of holding the sword.
-What are you trying to do with your left arm?
There is no warrior who wields a sword with his left arm.
Modern ‘imagination theory’ has been developed to suit right-handed people.
-It is common sense that a left-armed drone cannot exist.
Left-handedness is also called a cursed constitution.
Vincen closed his eyes for a moment.
‘Is that so?’
I held my sword and concentrated.
Ugh-!
The body of the wooden sword vibrated lightly.
‘Resonance.’
In my previous life, it took a year just to get to this stage.
But not now.
I was able to reach that stage as soon as I held the sword.
‘Resonance’ alone was not enough to improve one’s swordsmanship, but this work of breathing with the sword was the basic task for learning swordsmanship.
‘It’s a road I’ve already taken.’
It won’t take long if you just hold on to your body.
Vincennes swung his wooden sword.
‘Good.’
But then, I heard a voice.
“You ugly bastard is now training. Even a passing dog will laugh.”
Vincen could feel it as soon as he saw it.
-My son will trample on you mercilessly. He will be the first direct lineage to be trampled by the collateral lineage.
He was the son of that ‘adult’.
The divinity of the collateral world is attracting the most attention at this Jingeom meeting.
A boy with the greatest military skills among the current Adenka’s thirteen years old.
Levan Adenka appeared.
fantasy,
