Episode 4. The 100-day cradle (3)
Dawn, when the darkness has not yet disappeared.
A voice was heard from beyond the door.
“My lord, this is Mirniko.”
This man with white hair is our family’s doctor.
He is the only one among those staying at the Roinen Mansion who cannot handle the dark side. However, the only reason he is allowed to stay is because of his genius medical skills.
Mirniko was a man capable of healing magic as well as physical surgery, and was responsible for the health of the Assassin’s Bloodline, including the head of the family.
“You’re late.”
His mother opened the door herself. Mirniko bowed his head without making any excuses and waited for the master’s orders.
“Come in. There’s something to look at.”
My mother, sitting on the edge of the bed, exposed her left arm.
The scars from the duel a few days ago were revealed.
It wasn’t a normal wound. It looked like a sword wound, but it had a faint blue glow. There was also a hot, fiery aura.
“Hmm.”
Mirniko adjusted his monocle and examined the wound with a serious face.
“Here, there’s a broken blade stuck in there.”
Mirniko used his healing magic to remove a piece of the blade the size of his index finger. The blade floated in the air for a moment as it came out of his forearm, before settling down on the furniture next to his bed.
Still, the blue light coming from my mother’s wounds did not disappear.
“Hmm.”
“Do you know what this is?”
Mirniko stroked his beard and made an embarrassed expression.
A wound that even the best doctor in the family cannot recognize.
“I sense a resistance from the wound. Have you been affected by magic?”
“It’s not magic.”
“It’s strange. For an ordinary sword, I can feel the energy of mana, and I can also see traces of an unknown power. Fortunately, the lord’s dark aura is completely protecting it, so it should naturally disappear, although it will take quite some time.”
“I think so too. It’s getting lighter and lighter.”
Mirniko, who had been examining the wound, seemed to have found something and put strength into his voice.
“Could this be… the sword soul?”
But I wasn’t sure about my thoughts.
“The Sword Spirit is manifested by an Aura of 5 stars or higher… It’s a bit strange. This is my first time hearing about something like this.”
5-star realm. Whether it be dark smoke, aura, or mana, it means that you have reached the realm of a master.
However, Siren is an assassin who has reached the level of 7-star. She is not a swindler who would hand over her arms to a mere 5-star. This swordsmanship is clearly a sign of someone with skills comparable to 7-stars.
7 stars? To Mirniko, who couldn’t even fathom how high a level it was, it just felt like a distant dream.
Mirniko looked at Gaju with eyes that were a mixture of fear and respect. Perhaps aware of those gazes, his mother rewrote the wound on her exposed arm.
“There are many strong people in the world.”
“But since the Lord has returned, he must have disappeared from this world.”
Mirniko seemed to want to know who the other person was, so that he could study the wound.
However, even if he is the family doctor, he cannot ask the head of the family about the target of the assassination.
The emperor’s edict given to the Assassin’s family is kept secret even among the Assassin’s family members. It doesn’t matter if they are brothers, parents or children, or teachers and students.
The members of the Assassin’s Creed must not know who their targets are.
“Go back. That’s enough.”
“Excuse me.”
I guess I’m one of the reasons why my mother is rushing Mirniko out.
You might have thought that we brought in a lot of unusually different people for this 100-day cradle.
‘You must be worried that my dark side is not settling down properly. If I fall far behind Dorian and Mafis, who are below average, it will surely be a disgrace to the family.’
As if my guess was right, my mother glanced at me. She quickly climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me, trying to focus her mind.
After a while, I could feel my mother’s silence in the sealed room.
Huge, majestic mountains, vast jungles.
And the feeling of facing the vast ocean head-on.
‘Mother’s darkness… is truly overwhelming.’
The babies of the Assassin Sword Family can only receive the dark energy of the family head in the 100-day cradle. This was a privilege that could only be experienced in the 100-day cradle.
I was completely absorbed in my mother’s great darkness.
‘… … !’
The illusion of my past life began to react.
The darkness from my past life that had been embedded in my body before I returned began to slowly boil up, like lava.
At the same time, the mother’s darkness gradually begins to creep into the empty second ring.
‘It’s a great concentration.’
The first ring was intentionally hidden. Not only was it not fully dealt with yet, but if it was discovered that there were two rings, the days ahead would be tiring.
For now, this little ‘second ring’ will suffice.
‘Don’t worry, Mother. We’ll soon surpass the likes of Dorian and Mafis.’
But at that time.
I felt a strange energy. It was a completely different energy floating in my mother’s darkness.
Oh, you said it was a sword match. There was that.
It was the sword spirit of a strong enemy engraved on his mother’s arm.
As the name suggests, a swordsman’s soul is a scar that contains the soul of a warrior. It is a scar that only a warrior who is prepared to die can leave.
Of course, it’s not a scar that anyone can leave behind.
‘As Mirniko said, it has to be someone with at least 5-star Aura.’
However, the sword tattooed on my mother’s arm was not at that level. Mirniko might have been hesitant, but I knew from my past life’s experience.
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That is to say, it is a sword soul left behind by an opponent of 7 stars or higher, and it is a sword soul that is much stronger and more violent than a sword soul of 5 stars.
That’s why he struggles so fiercely to pierce through his mother. Of course, he can’t find a scratch on her because of her overwhelming darkness.
‘I am different. I am dangerous.’
I could tell by instinct that at this moment, as I was accepting my mother’s dark fate, that sword spirit could harm me.
This is a sword soul that has reached the level of 7 stars. Even I, before my regression, could only reach 5 stars, so it is a power that I cannot handle at present.
Besides, it is now the body of a fragile baby.
If a sword spirit with that much aura were to target me… my dark side would be torn to shreds without a trace.
‘Am I going to become disabled as soon as I return?’
As expected, I feel the sword spirit changing direction. From my mother’s impenetrable body, into my small, soft body.
f*ck.
If I don’t do anything, it’s obvious that they’ll just suck me in.
‘Should I at least let go of my dark side before returning?’
But I soon gave up on the idea.
The darkness contained in the first ring is too great a force for the baby’s body to handle. A force that cannot be controlled is not an ally but an enemy, and only hastens death.
However, the dark smoke contained in the second ring is too weak to be used. It is a dark smoke that has not yet bloomed, and it does not even reach the level of a first star. This dark smoke, which is not even a few drops, cannot stop that great power.
A feeling of despair sets in.
But my mother, without knowing anything, is injecting the dark smoke mixed with the soul of the black spirit into my body. I can’t blame my mother. It’s a time when the concept of the soul of the black spirit has not been fully studied.
‘What should I do?’
My thoughts become complicated. Soon, the sword spirit that holds the will to live begins to flow into my body.
What if I die like this?
My regression becomes meaningless.
And the future will repeat itself again.
The Emperor is afraid that his long-serving hunting dogs will bite him, so he will try to deal with us somehow.
The assassins and vassals on missions disappear one by one. The Emperor gathers his troops and accuses them of absurd treason. Many families join in on the false pretext put forth by the Emperor…
That face.
The Emperor’s face was the first and last thing I saw before I died.
The expression hidden behind the dazzling golden mask.
The moment my mother and I were suffocated, a bitter smile spread behind the mask and I began to recall it.
“Rubin?”
My mother, sensing something strange, calls me. She suddenly feels my body becoming unstable.
But it was already too late.
The sword had already invaded my body, and I had to make a decision.
Will you surrender to the sword, give up two rings, and become crippled?
Or, will you subdue the sword spirit and become his master?
I decided.
‘If you can’t avoid it or block it… I’ll accept it as it is.’
Is it possible?
I don’t know, but I have no choice.
He reverses his original plan to push away the sword spirit and approaches it instead. It is neither submission nor defense, but rather ‘acceptance’.
“…hmm?”
The mother, who felt something, panicked and broke her composure, which was rarely disturbed.
The blue light from the sword on my mother’s arm was radiating more intensely. In an instant, a huge light spread out like lightning flashing before my eyes.
In that intense light, I rolled the dice.
He stretched out his arm towards the sword.
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Oh my god, I’m losing my mind.
Did he die again?
Maybe I was being too greedy.
It was clearly greedy to touch not only the sword soul on his mother’s arm, but also the broken piece of sword blade right next to it.
The moment I held it, my consciousness was cut off as if it had been cut off by scissors. I had a gut feeling that it would definitely make me stronger, but instead, it seemed to have pushed me away.
As a result, I am now in a strange space. A dark, sticky space where I cannot control my body properly. It feels like I am floating in a swamp.
‘What happened? This is what I looked like before I died.’
What was reflected in the pitch-black, muddy swamp was my appearance before I returned. At the age of thirty, I was so weak.
I raised my hand to touch my face. My hand passed right through my face.
“Is he dead after all?”
My gloomy words echoed like a cave.
But at that moment, an unexpected voice rang out.
-No way.
It was towards the sky. When I looked up, I saw an old man covered in blue light looking down at me with interest.
What the hell is going on?
What the hell is going on here?
“Who are you?”
-That’s what I wanted to ask.
“I am Rubin Roinen.”
-… It’s the first time I’ve heard that name. Let me take a closer look.
The blue-haired old man approached me and examined my body. For a moment, I thought he was going to attack me, so I took a defensive stance, but the old man laughed.
– Hehe, don’t worry. The baby is still breathing. His body may be boiling hot and he may appear to be unconscious.
“What do you mean?”
-That’s something I’d like to ask first. Why are you in a baby’s body?
Then the old man stood tall across from me. He had a firm yet majestic spirit.
If the other person knows about my existence, there is no need to hide it any longer. I answered honestly.
“As you can see, I am a regressor.”
-Returner? Oh. Is that your special privilege? I don’t have that kind of luck. I’m jealous.
“You’re not surprised.”
– Hehe, there are many secrets in this world that have not been revealed. I just discovered one of them. I believe so.
“Now it is the old man’s turn to answer. Who are you? Where am I, and how do I get back… .”
– Seriously, young man. No matter how anxious you are, you must not go against the right path. Let me introduce myself first.
The old man took a step closer. The blue light began to fade and the old man’s face began to come into view.
however.
‘Wait a minute, that face is… … ?’
-My name is Haneke Brion. I am Emperor Telmach’s right hand man and a former Imperial General. Until I was killed by your mother. How could you recognize me?
