Reincarnated with the King’s Power

Chapter 63

“You, you couldn’t be…….”

“You’ve gotten quite old, haven’t you?”

“……!!”

Pyrope’s eyes and voice trembled as he looked up at Killian.

The one who had been emitting a menacing mana just a moment ago was now showing a dazed expression.

A laugh escaped his lips at the sight.

No matter how old he was, over 200 years old, from Killian’s perspective, he was nothing more than a child.

“This is impossible…….”

“I’m thinking the same thing.”

Pyrope’s mouth dropped open.

“…….”

Pyrope, who had come to his senses late, pulled his cheek.

His wrinkled skin stretched to its limit.

“……?”

Killian watched him for a moment, then he began to feel Killian’s body.

“……What are you doing?”

“How can this be!!”

Suddenly, Pyrope shouted.

This was no dream, as all his five senses were vivid.

Adamas was a sword made of a steel that even the master swordsmiths of that time had judged to be of an unknown material.

And yet, it had taken on the human form of flesh and bone.

“I heard you died to a Grotesquery back then.”

“I thought I was dying too.”

Killian answered ambiguously.

The reason for his reincarnation as a human was still unclear.

He could only assume that the Grotesquery’s curse was strong enough to break the Gods’ seal.

‘The fact that I was reincarnated as a descendant of Edan among countless humans must be related to the Curse of Blood.’

A chill ran down his spine as he recalled the moment he had absorbed the Grotesquery’s curse.

What was important now was not that.

“This should be a sufficient answer, right?”

“Damn… this is an unexpected situation.”

“Where did you learn such vulgar continental language?”

“Hmph, shut up.”

Pyrope crossed his arms and glared at Killian.

“You wouldn’t know since you were asleep. The fate that befalls those who are defeated in war.”

‘It would be deceitful to say I know.’

He had simply lost consciousness and woken up, and had not experienced the last 200 years firsthand.

Nevertheless, he needed to make it clear.

“This time is different.”

“The Edan Eurasia of the past said the same thing.”

“…….”

Killian gripped Aether.

The jade-colored mana began to be sucked in.

The absorbed mana soon turned blue and was spewed out again.

“Carpe Illusion.”

Pyrope’s absorbed mana and Killian’s mana mixed, superimposing a new space.

Three spheres floating above their heads completely dominated the mana of the area.

It was a technique of a higher dimension than the one Pyrope had used.

“This time, I will.”

Between Killian and Pyrope.

Ssssss.

A single longsword made of mana was materialized.

The magic sword that had written countless myths.

The master who had awakened the Authority of Mana and led many to the path of the Superhuman.

“……Adamas.”

Pyrope uttered the sword’s name.

Tears were welling up in his large eyes.

“I will bring down the Empire myself.”

Wiping away the flowing tears.

The old dwarf gripped the hilt of Adamas.

***

The settlement of the Arden clan, formed adjacent to the Arden Mine.

A festival was being held there for the first time in a long time.

Killian and Yulian were sitting around a grandly burning bonfire, drinking Drakka.

“Kuh~ I wonder what kind of taste dwarves find in such strong stuff.”

Yulian, who had emptied a cup the size of a head, said with a gentle smile.

“Drinking is fine, but don’t get drunk.”

“Isn’t that a given? We’re still on a mission, after all.”

Yulian circulated his mana to blow away the effect of the alcohol.

“By the way, Commander, what on earth happened with that dwarf named Pyrope?”

“Just, you know, an old story.”

“……?”

An old story with a dwarf who was over 200 years old?

Yulian showed a reaction of incomprehension.

“I told you. A conversation with a sword would work.”

“…….”

“We’re going back in two days, so get plenty of rest.”

“We’re staying for two days?”

Yulian showed a surprised reaction. And for good reason, as Killian was not the type to waste time in useless places.

‘Did he make some kind of deal with the chief?’

Yulian had no memory after being struck by the Carpe of Pyrope, the chief of the Arden clan.

But his commander seemed to have no intention of telling him the details of what had happened.

“For now, let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Killian raised the cup, which was made of wood reinforced with iron.

As the Drakka flowed down his esophagus, his body felt languid.

He wouldn’t get drunk, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

The dwarves had a culture of holding a festival like this with the entire clan whenever a memorable event occurred.

‘I never thought I would experience the sight I saw with Edan again.’

As he was emptying his second cup, Almadin approached.

His face was red from how much Drakka he had drunk.

“Brother, take my cup too.”

“Brother?”

“I heard from my father. Killian Eurasia has formed a bond of brotherhood with the Arden clan.”

It seemed that Almadin was Pyrope’s son.

‘Come to think of it, the wrinkles that form when he smiles are strangely similar.’

This time, Almadin held out his cup to Yulian.

“You are a brother too. You seem a bit strange, but your swordsmanship was quite good.”

“This bastard?”

Almadin burst into a loud laugh and clinked his cup with Yulian’s.

“Eurasia’s Annihilation Squad. Stronger than I’ve heard.”

“No need to praise me like that. You weren’t bad for a dwarf either.”

Almadin’s eyes narrowed.

“Brother and father. Who is stronger?”

His flushed face was meaningful. He too seemed to not remember what had happened in the Carpe Illusion.

“Who is stronger between the two of them…….”

Pyrope was skilled enough to share the dwarves’ mana through his battle-axe, but since he had not forged a 7-star Mana Heart, the amount of mana he could wield was limited.

If they were to fight with all their might, Killian would win without difficulty.

‘Still, he’s a chief, so I should boost his ego.’

Killian looked at Almadin, whose eyes were sparkling, and opened his mouth.

“I wouldn’t know unless we went all the way. A strong person like Pyrope is rare.”

“Ooh…….”

Almadin seemed satisfied with Killian’s answer.

“By the way, where is Pyrope? He said he’d give me a gift, but he hasn’t shown his face once.”

“Hehe. Wait a little. Father’s gift is special. He has worked on that sword too.”

Almadin gestured to Killian’s Aether with his chin.

‘So it wasn’t just a masterpiece born solely from the Master Swordsmith’s skill.’

It seemed the relationship between the previous user, Bastian, and Pyrope was deeper than he had thought.

“You can look forward to it. Let’s wait slowly while enjoying the festival.”

Hahahaha!

Almadin, who laughed heartily, clinked their cups and then disappeared.

“Dwarves are really simple. Just a moment ago, they were charging as if to kill us.”

“They are simple, but also pure. In some ways, they are more human than humans.”

“…….”

Yulian silently stared at Killian.

“What?”

“Commander, do you know that you sometimes say things that don’t match your age so nonchalantly?”

“…….”

It seemed he had spoken in a teaching tone without realizing it.

Killian shrugged and changed the subject.

“This is what happens when you devote yourself to the sword.”

“What does that have to do with the sword?”

“A world that a knight who hasn’t reached 6-star cannot understand, I suppose.”

“Hehe. Still, the fact that I am the second sword of the Annihilation Squad does not change.”

“We’ll have to have a placement battle again soon.”

“……!!”

Ignoring Yulian’s protest, he took in the dwarves’ festival.

He felt a strange feeling.

A mixture of various emotions that he could feel because he had a human body, different from when he was a sword.

‘Once the traitorous families are dealt with, is the Declaration of the Kingdom next?’

After that, a war with the Empire would be inevitable.

Next to Killian, who was sipping Drakka.

“I will not yield the position of the second sword of the Annihilation Squad to anyone!!”

The drunken knight shouted.

***

It was around the evening of the next day that Pyrope called for Killian.

There was a workshop for the dwarves in a corner of the village, and Almadin guided Killian there and then disappeared.

The reason was that he had to drink as much Drakka as possible during the remaining festival period.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

As he entered the workshop, he heard the sound of metal.

He could see various forms of magical tools installed in various places. It seemed that they were using these to prevent the noise from leaking out to the village.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound grew louder as he went further inside.

The temperature of the workshop was heated up by the heat that had not escaped.

After walking for about a minute, he found Pyrope, drenched in sweat.

The one who had put down his hammer released the mana that was enveloping his body.

“You’re here.”

“The so-called chief was holed up here during the festival.”

“Hehehe. The advantage of being a chief is that you don’t have to care about such things.”

“So? Is the gift you told me to wait for finished?”

“Hmph. Such an arrogant attitude.”

Pyrope grumbled and held up the object that was on the workbench.

“I wonder if you can maintain that attitude even after seeing this.”

The scabbard, in the shape of wood reinforced with iron, was emitting a hot heat.

It was similar to the cup they used to drink Drakka, but the difference would be that the ratio of iron was much higher than wood.

“It’s a gift.”

“I didn't expect the gift to be a scabbard… but seeing as I can feel your mana from it, it doesn’t seem to be an ordinary object.”

“Of course. What do you take me for?”

Pyrope put the scabbard in Killian’s hand with a confident face.

“Try to imagine the image of a sword membrane while infusing it with mana.”

Sword membrane.

A technique that forms a barrier of mana, consuming a vast amount of mana, more than the Mana Skin that envelops the body in mana.

It was a level that a knight of about 6-star could learn without difficulty.

“A sword membrane, huh.”

It was the moment Killian pictured in his mind the four barriers enveloping his body.

Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.

An unrefined barrier of mana was created around Killian.

Pyrope, who had watched the scene, clicked his tongue.

“Tsk tsk. Such a poor imagination. The sword membrane responds to the user’s mana. With your amount of mana, you should be able to block at least a 6-star level magic or sword technique. Depending on your concentration, you might even be able to face a Superhuman’s attack.”

A scabbard that could block a Superhuman’s attack depending on the user’s mana?

“This is quite something.”

“That’s not all. This time, try infusing it with mana as if you were using Aether.”

Killian released the mana he was controlling.

Ssssss.

The mana that was hovering in the air was sucked into the scabbard.

It was an effect just like using Aether’s ability.

“It’s a scabbard that maximizes the performance of Arden Steel. That should be a good enough token of the new promise between dwarves and humans.”

It wasn’t just ‘good enough’.

‘With this, I can achieve an effect greater than holding two Aethers.’

“Humans can’t do this. Only someone like me can make it.”

Hehehehe.

Pyrope burst into a laugh as frivolous as Almadin’s.

It was because he thought Killian was moved by his gift.

Meanwhile, Killian was thinking of new possibilities.

‘With the help of the scabbard, I can develop the Annihilation Squad’s Carpe Illusion into a complete form.’

Perhaps even Philip or Yulian, who had consistently failed, might adapt to the role of a medium.

The corners of his mouth went up at the plausible plan.

“Pyrope, you’re a genius.”

“Hehehehe. You finally recognize my true worth.”

“However.”

Killian smiled brightly and changed the scabbard.

“Hmm? Do you want me to engrave something on it?”

“No, not something like that.”

Tap. Tap.

Killian tapped the scabbard at his waist with his index finger.

“Can’t you make more of these?”

“…….”

“You’ll do it, right?”

“…….”

“We’re brothers, after all.”

After a moment of silence at the cheerfully stated request.

“You son of a bitch.”

Pyrope spat out a curse.