The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration Chapter 87

Chapter 87

After I was done arranging things here, I placed one hand on my waist as I looked around once more.

After cutting the overgrown grass and removing the moss from the pond, the abandoned space soon transford into a small personal garden.

‘No matter who sees this, it won’t look like an abandoned place anymore.’

Now content with how the landscape transford because of , I began to warm up.

Truthfully, I never once tried to use my inner strength properly ever since I regained my abilities.

I didn’t have a clear grasp of my inner strength in the beginning, that’s why it was dangerous to use it back then. But after I had gotten used to it more over ti, that’s not a concern anymore.

At best, I had only fought those street thugs from before. I faced Diana as well, and I had a few sparring sessions with Cassion.

Thus far, I didn’t have a proper reason to exert myself, nor was there a reason for to use my strength, really. So naturally, I had yet to check just how much strength I had at the mont.

So, I was planning to figure that out today.

There’s no one looking, and I just found the perfect clearing to let loose.

At the sa ti, I also had to test Cassion’s sword.

After stretching my shoulders, I picked up the sword, which I had set down earlier.

One hand was on the sword’s smooth scabbard, the other hand was on the sword’s hilt.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I felt my five senses becoming sharper.

Shiiing.

The sword was unsheathed.

Similar to how it was in front of Blanca earlier, the well-forged blade appeared while accompanied by the shrill sound.

After tossing the scabbard far away, I got into my stance.

‘The sword is a bit too long for .’

But that didn’t matter.

Cassion, who was the owner of this sword, had a much larger physique than , so it’s only natural.

I kicked a few stones upward with one foot.

The stones were flung in the air. And before they could even fall to the floor, my body shot forward.

Tu-duduk.

The long, sharp sword split all the stones.

The three stones that were in the air just now soon turned into nine pieces as they t the ground.

And when I stepped on those small stones, they instantly turned into powder that was scattered around.

‘It has a good feel to it. It performs as good as it looks.’

After admiring it for a short mont, it was only then that I clutched it properly in my hand.

From now on, it was ti to test the sword in earnest.

This whip sword.

This sword wasn’t just a regular longsword, but a whip sword.

Arm, hand, sword.

My energy naturally flowed like a single stream of water.

After being infused with qi, the slitted blade stretched silently.

It looked as though it had been dismantled. However.

The blade, which ca undone along the slitted lines, had fine threads connecting them from the inside. I swung it like a whip.

Crackle!

Extended to a length more than three tis my height, the sword whip struck the ground.

The grass that was cut rose in the air and fluttered to the ground.

As I swung the whip sword into the air, it smoothly reached the targeted thin tree.

Craaack—!

Again with an accompanying sharp sound, the tree snapped in half.

After this, I tested the whip sword more in various ways.

How the blades followed as I moved my body.

How long it would take for the whip form to return to its sword form.

Also, whether the whip’s length could be adjusted easily.

In the end, everything was satisfactory.

I was a little apprehensive about how the sword’s creation was finished without a single test run, but my worries ended up unfounded.

Swung like a whip just now, the weapon returned to the form of a long sword smoothly. As I stared at it, I murmured under my breath.

“Just who the hell is Blanca…”

Once again, I realized how fortunate it was that she was an ally.

‘I think I’ve checked every aspect of the sword by now…’

Now, it was ti to check my own physical condition.

Even after a long ti of testing the sword, I was in a better condition than I thought. My breathing was fine, too.

My outer strength was dreadful though, so of course it would be a joke to say that I was any sort of a ‘murim master’.

Still, it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.

I picked up the scabbard, which I had left so distance away, and sheathed the sword and set it down. Then, I took my fan from my waist.

In the first place, this was my main weapon.

Once again, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The body I had possessed in the second transmigration was one of the nurous children of the Baek School’s household head.

The Baek School was a sect led by my transcendental father, and it was located on a very rugged mountain. The mountain soared higher than the clouds, and there was a superb view of the cliffs and stone mountains surrounding the place.

Amid the mystical scenery, there were beautiful white petals fluttering all year round, perfectly matching the Baek School.

[ t/n: Baek can also an ‘white’ ]

A sect led by a transcendental.

A perilous location.

White flowers that were in full bloom all year.

In line with such a setting, the people of the Baek household were all very austere and elegant.

These characteristics of theirs would beco the most evident in their martial arts techniques.

When I was young, I learned martial arts while holding a branch of a willow tree. It was only when I grew up that I finally held a weapon and mastered those techniques.

In my case, it was an iron fan.

The teaching that could most famously sum up the Baek School was this:

‘Martial arts is an artform. Treat each gesture as if you would strike an orchid, as if you are drawing a line. Move in such a way that there is no way for others to distinguish whether you are dancing or practicing your martial arts.’

As I looked back on my mories of that ti, I raised one hand.

Since I’m here to check my strength, I was conditioning myself with the sa mindset I had in the second round.

The hand holding the iron fan lightly split through the air.

Like a butterfly’s wings.

Each step of mine was made carefully and delicately, as though I was running across a lake. And, my eyes were looking straight ahead.

I moved my hands and feet, my arms and shoulders, my legs and torso, my waist and knees. Nonstop.

The series of movents was like a smooth and graceful flow, splitting the air.

Shhhk. Shhk.

Of course, as my fan cut through the air, it sounded more like a snake than a butterfly.

As I twisted on my toes, a branch of a tree was cut down with the fan’s blade.

Showing a neatly sliced cross-section, the branch fell down with a snap.

Now imbuing my fan with inner strength, the petals and leaves that were barely ford on the thin flower tree fell off with the sound of ususu.

In a good mood now, I felt thrilled.

Right, and there lay the problem.

I was so exhilarated.

And when soone beca this excited, sotis they would beco blind to their surroundings.

It’s called ‘carelessness’.

Feeling pleased, I unfolded the fan again with a clack.

And with my inner strength, I threw the iron fan.

Like a wing, it was flung and its trajectory was changed according to the direction I wanted it to go.

The arc I wanted it to take was behind .

So, it went around my back and I waited for it to return to my hand.

However, the fan that was flung behind did not co back.

Even though it was supposed to be here now.

‘Sothing’s off.’

Did I fail to control the iron fan’s arc?

But that couldn’t be. My movents were alright when I threw it.

With my brows knitted together, I slowly turned around. I had a bad feeling now, so I hesitated to look behind .

Finally, as I directed my gaze in that direction, I stood still. Foolishly.

Because there was soone standing there.

Holding the fan I had thrown.

Feeling my throat going dry, I gulped.

After transmigrating as Rosetta, I now face my biggest crisis in this life.

I forced my thoughts to run double ti, contemplating hard about what to do in this situation.

In the anti, the person who saw was the first to speak.

“Rosetta.”

His voice was as stiff and as dry as ever, but as I saw the slight wrinkle upon his forehead, this was enough to tell that he was not anymore calm.

Blinking, I forced myself to answer him.

“…Father.”

The person who saw was none other than Rosetta’s father.

Duke Valentine.

* * *

It was by pure happenstance that, today of all days, Duke Valentine ca to this place. Ironically, it was Rosetta herself who brought upon this encounter.

A few weeks ago, after seeing Rosetta crying at Cassion’s funeral, Duke Valentine was left in turmoil.

Why. Why did her tear-stricken face overlap with that of his late wife.

Even weeks later, the answer to this perplexing question still eluded him.

The unanswerable question lingered in his mind.

While he was working, he would stop in a daze and recall how Rosetta cried. And even while he was eating or sleeping, Rosetta’s sobs seed to echo in his ears.

And funnily enough, each and every ti, the face of his late wife followed.

His head was about to explode.

He couldn’t understand why he was being like this.

That child was not his daughter.

How could she be his daughter when she had been birthed by the woman who killed the love of his life?

And besides, that child…

Rosetta shared not a drop of blood with the departed Lillian.

But why was it that Lillian’s face kept overlapping with that child’s face?

At one point, a fleeting thought passed through his mind that Rosetta looked like she was a child born between Lillian and himself.

‘No matter how I think about it, that’s just absurd.’

That was impossible. It was a strange thought even to him.

However, as the idea had already ford, there was no way to stop it from growing.

After Lillian had passed away, this was the biggest emotional storm that he was experiencing.

Duke Valentine—Daymond Valentine—was a man of a brusque disposition, ever since he was born.

He was stern by nature, but it was a product of the harsh environnt that had raised him.

It was perhaps family tradition for children of this ducal lineage to be brought with utmost coldness, and Daymond’s parents were the coldest of the Valentines.

He was more familiar with the words cold, logic, competition, victory and solitude rather than the words love and emotion.

And then he t Lillian.

Sotis like the sun’s rays, sotis like a lightning bolt. Daymond’s quiet life was changed as she caused a stir within him like so.

He gave his all to Lillian.

If she laughed, they laughed together. If she cried, then they cried together.

Everything she cared about, he valued as well.

‘But in the end, it all led to tragedy.’

In any case, that was what Lillian ant to Daymond.

Sunlight. Air. Water. Wind.

Everything that made up the world.

Of course, it was no wonder that his world beca achromatic once more when she left this realm.

He cherished his children, but he didn’t know how he’d be able to raise them without Lillian by his side.

In all his life, he had always been so far detached from family, even more so than strangers.

And so, this led to avoidance.

He thought that it would be better not to see them because he couldn’t properly act like a father.

And whenever he saw Rosetta, his blood always ran cold. It brought him pain to stay in his own ho.

However, this avoidance resulted in Katie’s deeds.

Yet again, he chose the wrong decision.

He should not have trusted others.

Katie was the one who managed the mansion’s internal affairs.

After spending a long ti apart from his children, it had beco awkward to even see each other’s faces.

Regardless, whether it was just giving words of consolation, or just having so casual conversation.

Even eating together.

Everything was as stiff and unfamiliar as though they were strangers.

But Daymond himself wasn’t fully aware of how awkward it was exactly.

This awkward and uncomfortable distance between the parent and his children.

This rational and business-like relationship.

When it ca to the connection between parent and child, this was all he knew.

That’s how he was.

It’s been too long now to rember how he acted while Lillian was still here.

This heart of his was far from rembering the ti when it still knew love—it had beco dried up and twisted. To him, this colorless world was now filled with nothing but silence and forlorn.

However, his life began to be shaken up by a storm of emotions once more.

By none other than the remnant of the sinner who killed Lillian.

That sinner’s daughter, for even just a mont, felt more like Lillian’s child compared to Damian and Alicia.

Those weeks of turmoil and agitation finally led him to co to this place today.

At the end of the abandoned trail, this had been Lillian’s favorite garden.

After she passed away, he shed only tears of blood whenever he saw it. It had once been a secret place for only them.

‘Daymond! Let’s make this a place just for the two of us!’

‘Let’s have a small pond here, and… How about we plant so flower trees ourselves?’

As he walked through the thicket, Lillian’s voice followed him like an apparition.

So, too, followed an image of her brightly smiling face, which he had not forgotten.