Reincarnated as the Adopted Son of a Prestigious Swordsmanship Family Chapter 124 : Chapter 124

Chapter 124: Senu Baperr (2)

In the northern Aitentel, all the chaos of the world gathers.

It is a chaos that drives even the noble sages of the Sage's Castle mad, and the reason the continent designated it as forbidden.

The Great Desert Hindra was also like that. It was an undeveloped land in the distant past, but humans eventually overca it.

It beca a road connecting Ruo and Poruo, and in the present, with the completion of the Magic Gate, it was an abandoned crossing.

‘Even Akarr Bahab endured it.’

What was impossible in the past beca nothing in the present.

The image of death is still vivid. Akarr Bahab personally cut off Exa's left arm and neck.

Even after seeing such an Akarr, he had endured. He accepted reality and obtained what was Bahab's.

‘The other bastards will be the sa.’

The Emperor, Basor, the Saintess.

…And the adjutant.

Simurtr is confident he can face them and endure. His last eting with Akarr is evidence of that future.

If there is sothing he needs, Simurtr can laugh in their faces. He will obtain sothing comparable to the White Fla.

‘Fuck.’

But just like Aitentel, there are still so impossible things.

Many things have changed, but Simurtr ctera is ultimately Exa Baperr. As long as the mories of his past life are clear, that truth will never change.

‘……’

In fact.

There are no regrets.

If the sa thing were to happen again, he would draw his sword the sa way and produce the sa result.

…The Doom Species were such an object to Simurtr.

‘Why of all tis.’

When he t the Baron-rank Doom Species in Hella, he thought nothing of it.

It is an era of peace, but if you search the continent like you're catching mice, they say there are still living Doom Species.

‘Why the hell are they popping up now of all tis.’

He had no intention of deliberately seeking out the Doom Species hiding on the continent.

He had expected that the Doom Species would erge soday… but he thought it would be a distant future.

The current peace made him think so. He had hoped the rift of the Void would open only after his revenge was complete.

‘Resurrection, you say.’

But Taparel.

Simurtr found his existence endlessly annoying.

Transplanting a soul into a body created by Kua? He had never even dread of such a concept.

‘He can see souls too. For what he is, his eyes are good.’

Taparel found out his identity.

He killed him, but he will transplant his soul again.

He guessed the conditions were strict… but wasn't it a process that had already succeeded?

If left alone, it is a future that will surely happen.

‘I will not divulge your soul to the humans.’

Taparel had said so.

He can be trusted. But at the sa ti, it was also a play on words.

In the end, isn't it a matter of not telling humans with his own mouth? The resurrected Doom Species would gossip about it for a long ti among themselves.

‘That ans that princess bastard will also be resurrected soon.’

Taparel constantly ntioned Luer.

The Doom Species serve Abina. It is a monotheistic religion. And under that god, there is one king.

God's agent, representative. The concept of rebellion does not exist for the Doom Species.

And under that omnipotent king is Princess Luer.

The Exa of his past life personally killed that youngest princess. I don't know if it's right to say he killed her, with her resurrection at hand, but anyway.

‘They’ll be annoying.’

The Doom Species remaining on the continent, or those who will newly acquire bodies, are now highly likely to know of my existence.

‘…It’s fine. I just need to kill the ones that co.’

As long as it doesn't reach the ears of humans.

As long as the traitors don't find out.

He will still prioritize the traitors, and the Doom Species that co looking for him will be killed just like Taparel.

But he has no intention of going out of his way to hunt them down. There is still too much to do for that.

‘Nothing changes.’

A reasonable conclusion.

In the first place, hadn't he set his goal for this life that way? There is no reason to be swept away by the Doom Species now.

If that were the case, he would have told them the truth about the Doom Species King and died before he died in his past life.

‘Now of all tis.’

He didn't want to adjust his direction.

If he were to live while being swayed like that, there would be no aning in being reincarnated.

Simurtr recalled his death in his past life. The faces of the traitors, and the reincarnation, Exa's morial site.

‘Emotion is the greatest fuel a human possesses. Instinct and intuition are the signposts of the Star-Breaking.’

The master is also clear.

If I recall, his voice echoes in my head. A teaching I still believe in and love.

And my current emotions still prioritize the traitors.

It is the path forward. It does not change.

Simurtr opened his eyes.

“Captain.”

In his regenerated eyes, he saw Senu.

“Can you see now?”

A world of green.

Senu’s Unique Phantasmal Realm.

Simurtr was there.

***

“Don’t overdo it. The captain is weak right now. You have to be careful until the elixir is fully absorbed.”

“Thanks.”

It ant his body's condition had been at its worst.

Elixirs are sotis called all-purpose, but they are also items that require that much ti.

If Senu hadn't been storing elixirs separately in her Phantasmal Realm… it probably would have taken a very long ti to fully heal and reach rehabilitation.

“Bill ctera later. If you say it’s under my na, the old man will give it to you. Or Aran will.”

Simurtr slowly pressed his abdon with his fingers. From his lower abdon to his heart, he pressed firmly. Then, he operated his magic.

He feels a stiffness in his magic circuits, but… there is no particular pain. It ans that all his internal organs, including the circuits, have been perfectly restored.

“No.”

“Why not?”

While speaking, Simurtr slowly moved his feet.

They felt as heavy as logs. A sensation like the paralysis hadn't fully worn off. The main organs were regenerated, but the body hadn't perfectly recovered yet.

“……”

“Why?”

“You know.”

Ti will solve the stiff muscles.

The sa goes for the joints, stiff like a new toy. They will get used to it with use. Simurtr knew well how to handle muscles and bones.

It ant that part was not a problem to worry about.

…For now, he had to worry about what was in front of him.

“Are you still angry?”

“……”

“I’d like to sit down a bit. Are you going to keep like this?”

Around him.

There is nothing. No objects, no shapes that can be inferred as sothing. The green has no boundaries.

The ceiling, the floor, the walls cannot be gauged. The sa goes for the size of the space.

It is Senu’s own Phantasmal Realm, constructed with her Phantasmal Ability.

“Why is it so bleak? Not even a chair. Is this why you didn’t want to show it to ?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’ll tell you everything.”

“……”

Soti while returning to ctera.

Simurtr had used Senu’s movent skill. It was a thod that required passing through her Phantasmal Realm, but she hadn’t shown it to him.

“You’re telling .”

“Of course.”

“…I haven’t decorated here yet.”

“Is there a decorated place?”

“Over there.”

Senu pointed behind her with her finger.

It doesn't look particularly different from the surroundings.

“It looks the sa.”

“It’s different when you go there.”

Senu took Simurtr’s hand and guided him. At a certain point, the scenery changed completely.

…It was a familiar scene.

The remote mansion he got along with the na Baperr.

The room Senu materialized was identical to a room in that cozy mansion.

A decent size, a desk and chair by the window, no books, a few swords scattered about carelessly…….

“My office?”

“We were supposed to live here together when the war ended.”

“When did I say that? I said it was too small for all of us to live together.”

“You said you’d allow . You said the rest could live well on their own.”

“…Did I?”

“You said you’d make Ayulsor Terkan a guard. Because the captain was worried about Ayulsor Terkan.”

“That guy… never mind. He’s probably living well.”

“Yes.”

In my mory, the office was quite empty.

Looking at it now, it wasn't that empty. Simurtr looked at the bed next to the desk.

“Who puts a bed in their office? Especially one that big.”

“When you’re working, if you get tired, you can sleep there.”

“Who?”

“The captain.”

“When there’s a bedroom, why bother?”

“I can lie down there when the captain is working.”

“Who sleeps next to soone who’s working?”

“The captain can sleep with .”

Senu smiled brightly.

A rare smile. Senu was happy that a future that could not have been was now possible again.

“Now tell .”

The smile quickly disappears. Simurtr secretly clicked his tongue. In the old days, if he did this, she would just let it go.

“Let’s just let go of the anger for now.”

“Why should I?”

“Let's call it even. I’ve pretended not to know about this until now, haven’t I?”

Simurtr pointed to his left eyeball.

It was the area where Senu had planted a key during ctera’s Selection Ceremony last year.

“…How did you know about that?”

“How could I not know? It’s what Nurmakan did to you.”

Simurtr knew this thod.

It was sothing Nurmakan, who called himself Senu’s father, always did.

“You didn’t know at first.”

“I didn’t know it was in the shape of a key. It wasn’t this shape back then, was it?”

A key to a Unique Phantasmal Realm?

The illusion of Nurmakan that Simurtr rembered was not that great.

Not a key, but surveillance. Nurmakan had always watched over Senu through illusions.

“Can the implenter decide the shape?”

“No. A key is better. It’s different from what Nurmakan Degrate did. This can’t be used for surveillance, and you can’t co to the Phantasmal Realm either.”

“…Did you say you’ve never been to that bastard’s Unique Phantasmal Realm?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Your eyes will just rot if you go.”

“You said that in the old days too.”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t rember, but it’s plausible.

Nurmakan Degrate was truly a rare piece of trash.

“How did you know?”

“The key?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying.”

“I said I don’t know.”

“You know.”

“A gut feeling.”

In fact, he wasn’t sure.

What he could guess was that he had caught a glimpse of Nurmakan in Senu. To be precise, that obsession.

…The era of peace, Senu had spent it in vain. She had been hell-bent on only finding Exa.

‘And then she finally found . She must have taken so asures. When she planted the key, she said so, didn't she? That she should have given it in our past life but couldn’t because she was weak.’

Because the Senu of the past didn't have a Unique Phantasmal Realm.

That was the only difference. The key must be sothing related to a Unique Phantasmal Realm. Simurtr had thought so once.

“I thought you’d see if I said it.”

“By a gut feeling?”

“Right?”

If their Unique Phantasmal Realms were connected, it would an he was connected to Senu as well.

“Yes.”

“You’re just letting this slide?”

“The captain’s gut is better than Urkel’s.”

“…I doubt it.”

Simurtr let out a hollow laugh.

He would have to apologize to Urkel soday.

It was sothing he really didn't want to say, and it hurt his pride severely, but… he had to admit what he had to admit.

Urkel was right. Simurtr could not beat his barbaric intuition.

“Is the key the dium? Connecting you and with your Phantasmal Realm at the center?”

“That’s right.”

“Then can you know everything that’s going on here usually?”

“No. Only when the person with the key is in a strange state.”

Simurtr, who harbored Asha, could roughly understand Senu’s words.

Phantasmal Ability is not omnipotent. Although it is useful enough for Basor to covet.

“Thanks. I almost died.”

“……”

If it weren’t for Senu, he would have died.

Even if he had killed the magician, his life was already on the line.

“Now explain.”

“Where should I start?”

“I heard you went to Poruo.”

“Are you sure you heard that?”

“Hmm?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Simurtr.

Looked at Senu’s pupils, which had wavered for a mont before quickly steadying, and said.

“I t Taparel.”

***

“We need to find the Spirit dium.”

The ones who would have called the souls of the dead Doom Species and transplanted those souls into the test subjects.

“Degrate. I’m thinking of asking the Information Bureau separately too. Baramant would be good too. Didn’t they say their main purpose is the Doom Species?”

“……”

He has neither the intention nor the ti to search for them himself.

Besides, weren’t the Sword Orders of ctera also free?

The current peace is fake, but it has certainly given many groups so leeway.

“But the first thing we need to crush is Kua. If we destroy the experintal facility, they won’t be able to find bodies to resurrect in.”

Kua… if he knew its location, he was willing to search for it himself.

No, he would. He has no intention of letting children like Barote increase any further.

“Are you still mad?”

“…No.”

“You are. Why? Ah. Is it because of that Taparel bastard? Because he resurrected as a Degrate?”

Not just any Degrate, but a body created through the first generation's dust.

Moreover, it was sothing that happened because of that Nurmakan.

Senu’s small fist was trembling.

“I should have killed them all back then.”

To have the sa origin as that kind of Doom Species?

Simurtr imagined a virtual Doom Species resurrected through Exa's corpse. Just the thought of it made him want to vomit.

“The captain back then was strong.”

“I’m not bad now either. This is quite fast, you know.”

The mories of his past life added a benefit to the ti given equally to all.

17 years old. This progress at this age is a speed rarely seen in the history of the continent.

“No. Captain.”

“What?”

“The captain now is not the captain from back then.”

“I know that too.”

“No. The captain doesn’t know. The captain now has no room to look to the side. It’s overwhelming just to take care of yourself. No. You’re in a state where you shouldn’t even be taking care of yourself.”

“……”

“That’s why you almost died.”

From the mont the na Taparel ca up.

Senu had been holding back her anger. She had thought it was because that bastard had a body born from Degrate’s first generation's dust.

“I said thanks. For saving .”

“That phrase, ‘thank you’. I’m tired of hearing it now.”

Simurtr looked into Senu’s eyes.

Her characteristically emotionless eyes were looking at him.

“What?”

“It’s a given.”

No. Is it?

Wrong. He wants to think so.

That her small fingers gather into a fist, and her shadow writhes because she can't control her anger is.

“Why are you suddenly being like this?”

“You know, Captain.”

That Senu is expressing herself so blatantly is… because of him.

All her emotions were aid at him.

“I’ll do whatever the captain wants. I did, and I will. It’s a given, so don’t thank . I want to stop hearing it.”

“You…”

“I’m a Baperr. Just the captain and . Only we are Baperr, right?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know.”

Simurtr shut his mouth.

It’s strange. From the ti he picked her up in the Serepes Mountain Range… Senu’s eyes were always the sa. She was taciturn, and it was hard to know her emotions. She rarely expressed them.

No. Had he just assud she would be like that?

“You gave Asha. You could have run away. But why didn’t you? Why? When you’re weak. You almost died. Again.”

“I had the key. You said you trust my gut. I didn’t think I would die.”

“Bahab. Why did you go there again? You went to check when you could kill her, didn’t you?”

“…Why are you bringing that up again? I went to steal the Swelling Fla. I was good and didn’t cause any trouble before I ca back. Why would there be any reason for to die?”

“There is!”

The already distinct emotion swells up.

It becos so clear that he can no longer look away.

“There are many. You died in your past life too. You’re even weaker now.”

“Senu?”

“I’m not a Degrate. Neither is Urkel, nor Lete, nor Ejel, nor lia, nor Ayulsor, nor that fucking Popo bastard. They all had last nas.”

“…What?”

Simurtr’s eyes widened.

What? Fucking? The Senu he knew was cursing?

“Only I have only the captain. Only I am a Baperr. If the captain tells to do sothing, I’ll do it all. I have to. Because I’m that kind of body. I can give everything.”

“No. What did you just say?”

“Akarr Bahab. If you tell to kill that bitch, I’ll kill her no matter what. If you tell to die with you, I’ll die with you.”

“What the.”

Senu knows the truth.

Of course. How could she not know what even Aran knows.

In the Sword Master’s graveyard. On Gerehk’s grave, Senu’s illusion is still faking the cause of death.

“That disgusting Diwates Popo. That fucking bastard who killed the captain along with the heroes, if the captain just orders it, I’ll go kill him. I’ll kill him no matter what it takes.”

“……”

“I’ll do it all. I’ll kill Taparel too, and the resurrected Doom Species. So the captain should stay here. Lying here, or sitting. I wish you would. I don’t want to lose you again.”

Please.

Senu’s tears drenched Simurtr.