The Rule of Reincarnation Episode 53
Millie, who turned 17 this year, found a new job.
She got a job at the workshop of the once famous blacksmith Hansen and was in charge of running simple errands for the blacksmiths and cleaning and maintaining the workshop.
Her daily life was usually dull and boring.
‘Haaam.’
The blacksmiths are all busy with their own work, so they usually don’t talk to me even once.
Some of them had a personality bordering on myelopathy, so they rarely had anything to clean.
It was a job I quite liked, except for the fact that the fire in the blacksmith shop was so hot that I was sweating profusely even in the middle of winter.
‘I did everything I had to do today.’
She went outside the blacksmith shop and lay down in a hammock hanging between the trees.
My employer, Hansen, was quite a generous man.
As long as I did everything I had to do properly, it didn’t interfere with how I spent the rest of my time.
Thanks to this, she tried to take a good nap today as well.
“Hey, hey!”
But it seemed like taking a nap today was a mistake.
People who were different from usual were flocking to the blacksmith shop.
‘Reporters?’
Millie stood in front of the blacksmith shop door.
“Inside, craftsmen are shedding blood and sweat to smelt it. “What’s going on?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m a handyman who works at Hansen’s workshop.”
“Is the master in the workshop right now?”
With so many people randomly asking similar questions, Millie became a little dizzy.
“for a moment! Please, can you talk to me one by one?”
At that time, a man raised his hand.
“Yes, the orange-haired guy over there.”
“Is the master in the workshop right now?”
Millie tilted her head.
“This is Hansen Workshop?”
People looking for a master craftsman do not come to Hansen Workshop.
It seems that the reporters came here with a mistaken understanding.
This was a place where high-quality industrial products were mass-produced, not a place where the treasures of master craftsmen were located.
“So, is Master Han Sen here?”
“Manager Hansen is inside, but… … .”
Hansen absolutely hates being interrupted while working.
And Millie doesn’t really like reporters.
‘That kid from last time was there too, right?’
The quality of Hansen Workshop is very poor or something.
The warriors must awaken and use the excellent swords of true masters, or something like that.
There was also a reporter who came and interviewed me pretending to be a nice person and then wrote news like that.
‘What nonsense are you going to say today?’
Even though it wasn’t long since I got the job, it was a place that gave me a lot of affection.
The thought of protecting Millie Hansen’s defense was overwhelming.
“But you can’t make such a fuss like you are now. “You’re really busy these days.”
“Oh, do you call the master old man?”
“… … .”
Millie nodded for now, but couldn’t understand the reporters’ questions.
Why do they keep calling me a master?
‘What kind of dark intention is this again?’
If you give me even the slightest chance, I will bite you.
Thinking like that, she was extremely careful about what she said.
“Then let me ask you a question.”
This time, the reporter with short red hair raised his hand.
“Why is Master Han Sen, whom you call old man, busy these days?”
“You are making a sword.”
At that moment, the reporters’ pens became busy.
Some have already started using video recorders to record every scene.
“If it’s a sword, what kind of sword is it?”
“I am a handyman. “I don’t know much about that.”
It got noisy again.
Pushed away! I screamed.
“Everyone go back! Since I am in charge of external contact for the workshop, please give me your business cards. “What are you all doing when you come to someone else’s workplace?”
But the reporters did not back down.
“You who call Master Hansen your old man, are you close friends with Prince Vincent?”
Who is that?
When I was about to ask a question,
The door to the blacksmith shop opened.
Woe!
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A hot wind blew.
After that, Yazang Han Sen, his face covered in soot, came trotting out.
Reporters found him.
“Are you Master Han Sen?”
“That’s right.”
Han Sen frowned slightly.
Millie was a little worried about Han Sen.
“Youngman, I am in charge of external contact. Go in and rest. “I will handle it.”
Millie gave Han Sen a slight push with a determined expression as if telling him to trust her.
But Han Sen was not pushed back.
It stood in place like a solid rock.
Normally, if I pushed like this, I would be pushed.
Today was a little different.
“… … “Young man?”
Another question was asked.
“Is it true that Master Han Sen refined [Red Lotus]?”
Millie, who was born as an ordinary farmer’s daughter and didn’t know much about the world of warriors, tilted her head.
It’s strange that they keep calling Han Sen a master, and who is Vincen and what is Hongryeon?
Han Sen answered briefly.
“It is true that I refined the red lotus, but I have long abandoned the name of master craftsman.”
Han Sen has not heard any news from Vincennes yet.
reporters said.
The woman with yellow hair raised her hand and continued speaking.
“Yagjang Hansen said he abandoned the name of the master, but there is a military officer who directly referred to Yajjang Hansen as a master.”
“soldier?”
Han Sen tilted his head.
‘It’s probably not Khan.’
The relationship with Khan was cut off immediately.
The relationship between them as people and as friends may have remained, but the relationship between the warrior and the blacksmith was already broken.
‘There won’t be anyone worth mentioning me.’
There was no military officer with enough honor to move so many reporters.
Despite hearing the name ‘Hongryeon’, Han Sen could not recall Vincen’s name at all.
The yellow-haired reporter said.
“This is the warrior who mentioned the name of the master in front of Gaju Khan and Valkia. “Do you have any guess?”
Khan and Valkia?
Who would ever mention that in front of two giants of our time?
No matter how much I thought about it, there was no one that big.
“Nothing at all. “Who is that?”
“This is Prince Vincent!”
“… … .”
Master.
Words that were too distant for Hansen poured out of the reporters’ mouths.
Han Sen lost his balance and almost fell.
‘Vincenten?’
“Do you know that the famous sword Hongryeon cut off the right arm of Samion’s direct lineage?”
“… … .”
“How did you come into contact with Prince Vincent?”
Han Sen found it difficult to believe what they said.
It felt like their voices had become white noise and disappeared.
‘Vincent… … ‘You cut off Kagon’s arm?’
How is that possible?
Wasn’t Kagon a Samion genius with the blessings of the sword god Keshaak?
“Is it true that it was thanks to Hongryeon that Prince Vincennes was able to defeat Prince Khagon?”
Han Sen was at a loss for words.
‘I thought Vincen would do the job. ‘I never thought that day would come so soon.’
The word ‘master’ kept coming up from the reporters’ mouths.
Thanks to Vincennes, Hansen’s faded reputation was partially restored.
I have lived my life ignoring the fame of a master.
‘Really, you mentioned my name.’
This is not common these days.
This is true even if you look at the questions asked by reporters now.
He was asking questions like, ‘Thanks to his weapons,’ the reason Vincen was able to defeat Kagon was in the end.
‘You all knew it would be like this.’
Nonetheless, Vincennes mentioned Hansen’s name.
His body was trembling.
‘I didn’t make a bad choice.’
The blacksmith’s reputation is due to the martial artist’s reputation.
Although he tried not to give in to fame, he always dreamed of restoring it.
Pursuing the distant illusion that one day the world will understand his will.
I felt like I was going to cry for no reason.
“One thing is certain, Hongryeon is the ‘sword that announced the beginning.’”
Hongryeon is the beginning.
For Khan, Hongryeon was the beginning.
The beginning will be humble, but the end will be grand.
That sword will soon be Han Sen’s final work and will stand on high with Vincennes.
‘When that time comes, my honor will change.’
Then more blacksmiths will follow his path.
More blacksmiths will work hard to make high-quality and cheap weaponry.
Then, more warriors will benefit.
‘There will be fewer soldiers losing their lives in vain due to the limitations of weapons.’
That was the world Hansen dreamed of.
I felt like I had taken a step into that world.
“Can I understand that what Prince Vincent showed was only the beginning?”
Han Sen nodded.
“of course.”
He had strong confidence in Vincennes, and that confidence became stronger.
“I too will be looking forward to Vincennes’ flight. As an ironworker with him.”
* * *
Dinner at Samion Street.
Valkia called Kagon.
The mother and son had dinner alone for the first time in a while.
“You lost in skill, you lost in distribution, and you lost in strategy. You should have aimed for Vincen’s right arm, not his neck. If he was going to move as Vincen predicted, he should have shown that level of skill. “Pride unsupported by skills only leads to defeat.”
“… … sorry.”
If I had aimed for the arm, it would have been a different story.
Although Vincen’s neck seemed defenseless, his real weak point was his arms.
The arms were closer than the neck.
If Kagon had aimed for Vincen’s arm, Vincen’s arm would have fallen to the ground, not Kagon’s arm.
“Go forward.”
“I will not let my mother’s reputation be ruined.”
“okay.”
As the head of Samion, she advised her son.
“Vincenten was convinced you were going to swing the sword at his throat.”
“… … .”
“It means that I understood you so closely. Maybe more than yourself. And there was strong faith in that judgment and the ability to execute it. Belief in yourself. That brought about Vincennes victory.”
In fact, it would have been more correct to say that Vincen had done too well rather than that Kagon had done poorly.
Balkia thought like that and smiled.
“I hope you learned a lot from this loss.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Her smile deepened.
“If you do not learn, I myself will cut off the tendons of your hands and feet.”
“We will make sure that does not happen.”
Meanwhile,
Vincen, who was talking to Selvira, stood up.
All of the cadets around him froze.
Herca’s voice was heard.
“Everyone do what they have to do.”
However, despite Herka’s words, the cadets could not move.
This was because the person who visited the dormitory with Herka was Adenca’s matriarch Khan.
“You have won.”
Vincen stood in front of Khan.
I looked up at Khan.
He showed respect for Khan but did not seem intimidated.
“Well done.”
“thank you.”
The cadets swallowed their saliva.
‘Lord Khan himself praises me.’
‘I heard that no one has ever directly praised anyone other than Princess Deia.’
Khan continued.
“I want to hear why you sent me the letter.”
There was a letter in Khan’s hand.
It was a letter informing about Vincen previously absorbing Malon’s protection.
Chamberlain Railsa interpreted this letter as a letter from ‘son’ Vincen to ‘father’ Khan asking for help, and it was true.
With today’s victory, Vincenne achieved the minimum qualification.
“I need your help, father.”
“Tell me.”
Khan’s voice was a little softer than usual.
“What I want is.”
Vincen began to speak.
fantasy,
