The Standard of Reincarnation, Episode 32
“Oh, it’s hot!”
The tax collector, who was ironing his black uniform at Vincen’s request, blew on his hand.
I hurt my hand a little because I was in too much of a hurry.
But I didn’t care too much.
‘We must return to the arena immediately. Confucius is dueling.’
It still bothers me that I couldn’t be with you during the Jin-Geom meeting.
The first duel with Adenka’s direct line was a must-watch.
‘It’s done!’
Seri ran eagerly with her black uniform in her hand.
Fortunately, the duel was not yet over.
‘uh?’
at some point.
Vinchen cut off Marlon’s right wrist.
Seri, who was not an unmanned person, was not properly aware of the process.
What mattered was the fact that Vincen had beaten Marlon.
‘Confucius won!’
I know how much Marlon bullied Vincen.
‘I’m so excited! You bastard!’
In the meantime,
Vargon used freeze magic to perform first aid on Marlon’s wrist.
“slip.”
Then I put Marlon to sleep.
Remembering the shock that cut off your wrist for a long time wasn’t very good for a warrior.
I moved my gaze to Vincen.
“Vinchen. It is your victory.”
Vargon’s low voice announced Vincen’s victory.
Having a lot of experience as a mercenary, he swallowed a silence when he saw the amputation on his wrist.
‘How can it be so neat?’
This could not be simply explained by ‘skills’.
he could tell
This was a cutting edge that only those who really cut down people could have.
If there is even a moment of hesitation in the sword, such a clean cross-section cannot come out.
‘From the time I was hunting the white tiger in Cheongan until now. It’s far beyond my imagination.’
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Vincen.
Although Vargon had met countless warriors in the past, today’s Vincen was special.
In addition, Vincen said to call the priest in advance using the nameplate.
The person who orchestrated today’s duel was Vinchen from beginning to end.
A few cadets cheered.
“Vi Vinchen won!”
“Isn’t that enough to win?”
None of them felt sorry for Marlon’s injury.
Goosebumps all over Shizen’s body.
‘I never thought I’d beat Marlon like that.’
he always thought
The 14-year-old said he couldn’t beat the 16-year-old Marlon.
The collateral of the collateral, he himself is bound to be a loser.
However, what Vincen showed was completely different.
Subtly, Selvira stood next to Shizen.
“You know that Vincen doesn’t even have an image, right?”
“…know.”
There is no image, no protection.
In some ways, it was worse than he was.
But I overcame it.
It wasn’t the level of overcoming it, it was overwhelming.
“They said the only fear allowed to a warrior was awe.”
“…”
Selvira patted Shizen on the shoulder.
“how is it? Can you get over it now?”
Confined to numerous excuses, Vincen did what he thought was impossible.
It showed something new to Shizen.
Looking at Vincen, I saw a new world.
“I don’t know.”
Shizen looked at Selvira.
“…Can I do it too?”
“you can do it. Vinchen showed it. to us.”
Shizen nodded.
The confidence that I can do it has grown rapidly.
Another name for that confidence was hope.
Even without Adenka’s talent.
Even without blessings and images.
Still hoping to fly higher.
Then someone ran out in a hurry.
“Who is the owner of this nameplate?”
It was Gaia’s 5th-class priest, ‘Chelven’, who was staying as a guest.
His hair was fairly gray, but he looked to be in his mid to late 40s.
“That’s me.”
When Vinchen raised his right hand, the priest opened his eyes wide.
“Eh?”
The rank itself is not high, but his career is long and he was a person with thick bones within the Gaia Temple.
He knew quite well about the internal circumstances of the Gaia Temple.
‘That little boy has the nameplate of priest Dulan?’
The nameplate of a 3rd-class priest is precious.
But it wasn’t just a 3rd-class priest, it was the nameplate of ‘Doolan’.
Divinity promoted by retired priests.
One of the high priest candidates.
“How did you get this nameplate boy?”
“I’m sure the priest knows that there’s no reason to answer.”
Cheven flinched.
The boy wasn’t wrong.
Having a nameplate was like that.
The boy was no different from Gaia’s third-class priest.
Therefore, it was not the other side that had to be polite, but this side, and it was not possible to ask a question to a superior.
The boy did not sound harsh, but pointed out the facts with dignity.
‘You look young…’
It was Cheven, who had thick bones in the priesthood.
It was thanks to his quick notice and manners that he was able to register with one of the major religious orders, the ‘Church of Gaia’, with not very good skills.
So I was able to find out right away.
‘A great guy jumped out.’
That boy is by no means ordinary.
If it had been normal in the first place, he wouldn’t have had Doolan’s nameplate.
he spoke hastily.
“Who am I supposed to treat…”
I saw a large boy sleeping with his wrist cut off.
He seemed to be a 9th grade cadet, judging from his white badge.
‘Among the 9th grade cadets, that tall… I think it’s Marlon.’
I glanced at Vincen.
Vinchen was also wearing a white badge.
‘A 9th grade cadet made Marlon like that?’
It was a difficult situation to understand.
He didn’t know much about the 9th grade cadets.
However, he knew at least that there were two representative cadets of the 9th grade.
‘One is Malone. One said she was a female cadet.’
However, no matter how you look at it, that boy was not a ‘woman’.
This means that they are not representative students.
‘Then who the hell are you?’
Besides, isn’t Lord Vargon even present here?
It was not uncommon for this to happen in the presence of a wizard.
“Oh, I’ll treat you right away. Thanks to Lord Vargon’s first aid…”
“Your priority is not yours.”
Vinchen called the tax collector.
“Sherry.”
Se-ri came closer.
Vinchen carefully grabbed Seri’s wrist and lifted it up.
“I shouldn’t have been careful.”
In Vincen’s eyes, he saw a hand that had been burned while hastily ironing.
I told Cheven.
“Please.”
Se-Ri’s burns were much deeper than Marlon’s, who lost his wrist.
At least for Vincen.
“That child is…”
“My lady-in-waiting. Please first.”
The 5th-class priest, Cheven, left Adenka’s direct descendant Marlon alone and began to treat the maidservant, tax collector, first.
That appearance resonated with Vargon and the cadets.
* * *
“No matter how you think about it, it was cool.”
The 9th grade representative student, Selvira, was also admiring one after another.
She sat on the bed and thought of Vincen.
I never imagined that Vincen would show such an image.
As soon as I received my 9th grade cadet badge, what else would I show you next time?
“Vinchen. Vinchen. Ugly Vinchen.”
Selvira laughed lightly.
The lion that did not roar killed the seungnyang by biting it.
In her eyes, Vincen was a decent lion.
“I want to talk more.”
You look good.
She jumped off the bed.
I wanted to have a little more conversation with Vinchen.
However, Vinchen was not in dormitory 5.
“Where is Vincen?”
The person who answered was Shizen.
His expression was strangely remembered.
“I think I went to see Lord Vargon.”
“Why are you so excited?”
“The vice-captain of the Red Fortress is holding a personal interview with a 9th grade cadet.”
“But why are you so excited?”
Shizen’s face turned red.
The fact that he projected himself into Vinchen’s figure made him a little embarrassed.
He was not Vincen, and Vincen was not himself.
Selvira chuckled.
“are you okay. I understand. Everyone is like that now.”
“Is that so?”
“huh. Me too.”
Selvira turned around.
“I’m greedy for testimony.”
Selvira was clearly aware of her limits and vessel.
No matter how much he flew and crawled, he knew that he could not eventually cross the direct line of the ‘proper’ Adenka by force.
Not only that, her real dream was not to be ‘unmanned’.
The reason he entered the Red Fort was not because he wanted to grow into a soldier.
It was to choose the lord he would serve.
‘I was thinking of becoming someone from Princess 2’s side.’
Today I saw another direct descendant named Vinchen.
A strange boy who cannot grasp the potential with his own ‘eyes’.
‘If it’s with Vinchen.’
With Vinchen, I had a strange feeling that I could have a real dream.
‘Can I study with peace of mind?’
In fact, her dream was to become a historian.
I want to follow the footsteps of forgotten history.
* * *
said Vinchen.
“I know this is unusual.”
“It is unusual.”
It was not uncommon for someone who looked like the deputy director of the Red Fortress to interview a ‘9th grade cadet’.
It was even more rare for the cadet to accept the request first.
“I wanted to hear the exact reason you wanted to meet me… but I think I know.”
Vinchen was wearing a black uniform that the tax collector had cleaned and ironed.
He pointed the tip of his sword toward the ground.
The tip of the sword touched the ground lightly.
A symbol that shows that I have no hostility towards my opponent.
It was similar to the act of kneeling down and returning the handle of a sword to the opponent when pledging allegiance.
– Then raise your right arm, lightly clench your right fist and place it on your chest. It’s the etiquette these days.
It was a custom that did not exist 500 years ago.
Etiquette and dignity change with the passage of time.
Although the appearance was a bit awkward, Vincen saluted towards Vargon.
-It’s perfectly a way of saluting a subordinate to a superior.
Vargon was silent for a moment.
Now even Vargon did not know the meaning of Vincen’s actions.
black uniform.
and salute.
“I heard you lost your dear sister.”
“…”
Vincen lowered his right hand.
Vargon answered bluntly.
“It’s not like a cadet should be so formal. That’s too much for what a cadet does to me.”
For convenience, the managers of the ‘Red Fortress’ are called ‘instructors’.
In terms of position, it is true that an instructor has a higher rank than a cadet.
However, this was a very ambiguous sequence relationship.
-If you are inside the red fortress, there is obviously a relationship between a superior and a subordinate, but when you become a paseong uninhabited, the position will change.
Adenka’s blood relatives here.
Or, it is composed of the sons of shamans who follow him.
Most of them are children of prestigious families.
The moment they get out of this place, they often have a much higher social advantage than most instructors.
– So it’s a bit of an ambiguous relationship.
Superficially, the superiors and inferiors matched each other, but they tended to keep a delicate line with each other.
However, Vincen’s actions were like fully acknowledging Vargon’s ‘order’.
It was a fairly unusual behavior within the Red Fort.
“I was just taking an example from a superior who had lost a blood relative.”
“…”
Vargon was at a loss for words.
‘What’s surprising… is that that figure isn’t servile or pathetic.’
Vinchen’s appearance was confident.
While being polite and humble, he did not lose the dignity and prestige of a prestigious family.
It was a fresh shock to Vargon.
Suddenly, I was curious about one thing.
“Why did you describe me as your dear sister?”
As Barnelli’s will was announced in the newsletter, a lot of news related to Bargon also poured in.
Most of them were about Vargon being abandoned by his family and the Mage Tower.
frowned and asked.
“Are you mocking me?”
