Reincarnation of the Swordmaster Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Goblin (1)

The first thing Aisha saw when he woke up were Leberoc and Venecia looking down at him. The three of them stared at each other with their eyes open.

Aisha slowly got up.

“Have you arrived?”

He had expected them, but he didn’t expect them to be waiting for him to wake up. He tossed off the blanket and checked his physical condition. He felt some muscle pain, but it was bearable.

“…Are you alright?”

Venecia’s gaze was mixed with unusual worry and anxiety. He could guess the reason.

“I’m fine. It’s just a bit of fatigue, please don’t worry too much, mother.”

The word felt awkward as he spoke it, but Venecia’s face brightened slightly. Thinking she was easy to read, Aisha gave a wry smile.

“You.”

The emotion in Leberoc’s eyes was distinctly different from Venecia’s. His eyes, blazing with anger, were filled with fury. Aisha shook his head.

“Please don’t blame me. She followed because she wanted to.”

Aisha could guess the reason. He had taken the noble’s precious daughter out secretly, and when they returned, she was covered in wounds. Naturally, Leberoc would be angry.

However, Aisha had been in the position of trying to dissuade her. It was Raika who had insisted on coming despite him telling her several times it was dangerous.

“I am a commoner, so such a gaze frightens me.”

“……”

Leberoc bit his lip at Aisha’s calm words. After losing his memory, Aisha had adopted a more relaxed and detached demeanor. Leberoc turned his gaze away.

“…You won’t be executed. After all, you are Master Haiban’s disciple.”

Though it was temporary, Haiban had declared him his disciple.

The disciple of a Swordmaster. That title carried its own authority.

Though he didn’t have a formal title, if he directly harmed a noble, he would be punished, but otherwise, it was difficult to punish him unless he committed serious offenses.

“Is that so.”

He didn’t have much interest in the matter. Looking out the window, he saw the sun was high in the sky.

“How many days have passed since I returned to the domain?”

“One day.”

“It hasn’t been very long then.”

“…And Raika still hasn’t woken up.”

“You don’t have to worry too much. Her body has reached its limits and is forcibly resting. She should wake up in about a day.”

Despite the dangers, it had been a good experience for her. She had pushed her physical limits, fought multiple opponents, and learned how to handle tough adversaries. The amount gained from one battle was astonishing.

She was still growing. If she didn’t break, she would only get stronger.

“Then there must be something you want to say.”

At Aisha’s words, Leberoc hesitated for a moment before his expression hardened. He spoke not as a father, but as the lord of the domain.

“…Thank you.”

“It’s too generous of you.”

“If it weren’t for you, the domain would still be in chaos. But thanks to you, things have stabilized somewhat.”

The villagers’ greatest fear in battle was not knowing the identity of their opponent. The only things known were the green skin and large ears. Whether they ate human flesh, what kind of weapons they used, or the extent of their strength, all of this was unclear.

There is nothing more terrifying to humans than the unknown. It might be documented in texts, but it’s very different from the real thing.

In such circumstances, Aisha had dragged the body of a goblin back to the village. Initially, the sight terrified people, but they soon shook off their fear and began to analyse it. They realized their opponent was not some mysterious entity, but just a strange monster.

“The atmosphere that we must flee unconditionally like before is no longer there, all thanks to you bringing the body.”

“That’s fortunate.”

It wasn’t in vain, Aisha murmured to himself.

He had dragged the heavy body all this way for this purpose. It was Aisha and Raika who had brought the body, giving people the will to fight.

A child, not yet an adult, had killed a monster and brought its body. Then maybe it wasn’t that strong.

That thought must have sunk into the minds of the people.

Not bad at all.

“Lord.”

“…What is it?”

Aisha looked at him seriously, and Leberoc involuntarily swallowed. A tense atmosphere formed.

“Is there a meal available? I’ve gone a whole day without eating and I’m quite hungry.”

“…I’ll prepare it right away.”

“It was much better than I thought. The number of casualties halved. With this, our chances of winning have significantly increased.”

The head of the goblin was hanging in front of the city gate. Revlock had ordered it himself to escape the terror more quickly.

“It’s better than I expected. It seems we might have a chance.”

“…Now it’s no longer something unidentifiable.”

Revlock looked at Asher with renewed interest. From his perspective, Asher’s actions had been truly brave.

Even grown adults feared the unknown monster, yet this boy, not yet an adult, had gone out to capture it for the village and dragged back its corpse. It was an unbelievable display of courage for a child.

‘Perhaps it’s time I changed my perception as well.’

Revlock still felt uneasy about Asher. Although he had lost his memory and become someone else, the deeds he had done before were not simply gone. But now, he truly deserved respect.

‘Almost like a hero.’

Of course, not quite in reality.

It was merely because he knew the identity of such creatures as goblins that he acted this way. But Revlock couldn’t have known that.

“But then.”

“Uh, um?”

Startled, Revlock responded when Asher suddenly spoke.

“Why are all these people undressed?”

The men training were without armor, wearing only light leather clothes. Realization struck Revlock as he spoke up.

“It’s a countermeasure against goblins. You were asleep at the time, so you wouldn’t know.”

Goblins aren’t human. Thinking the counter approach should be different, he had made a few changes.

“The documents describe them as small and quick. In armor, one would be too heavy to respond effectively. That’s why they’ve stripped it off. You’ve faced them directly. What do you think? Isn’t it better?”

“Mm.”

Asher stroked his chin. Was this the difference between those who had experienced it and those who hadn’t? He spoke up.

“It’s incorrect.”

“…Incorrect?”

“Yes. Goblin weapons aren’t very sharp. At best, they wield stone axes or long branches tipped with stone. A decent set of armor should be enough to prevent most harm. It should have been written in the documents.”

“…It was, but still, a weapon is a weapon. Our lands only have cheap armor. Better to have mobility…”

“The armors of men were forged to withstand men’s weapons.”

Thus, against the weapons of goblins, human armor was more than sufficient. In a rural village, cheap armor might struggle against spears and swords of men, but it was enough to cope with goblins.

“Goblins have weak strength. Even with a hit, their weapons hardly pierce armor. Also, goblins coat their weapons with their own secretions. A wound could easily lead to tetanus. You should inform the people about this too. And—”

“What else is there?”

Revlock winced, his face twitching in concern since his own decisions to forgo armor had been influential, and any criticism struck a chord. Asher pointed at the people’s spears.

“Goblins are small. Their crawling-like movement makes them difficult to counter. Training should incorporate lowering the strike zone by about half to avoid panic during real encounters.”

“True, that was mentioned in the texts…”

Although he read about it, he hadn’t fully understood the implications. He had been training men as if they were fighting humans.

Revlock nodded grimly.

“Thank you. This could have led to severe damage.”

“You can thank me after the battle.”

‘I never expected this.’

Asher was surprised in his own way. He knew monsters had been forgotten, but not these simple countermeasures. They were things he had known from speaking age in his time.

‘What about other regions, then?’

Attacks weren’t limited to this location alone. While this place might be fine due to his advice, others likely weren’t. The damage to humans seemed more serious than expected.

“…But it’s curious. How do you know all this? It’s a bit too much to grasp from just fighting them.”

“That is…”

Revlock muttered, leaving Asher in a quandary. After a brief moment, he spoke.

“Highvan taught me.”

“Oh. The Swordmaster? He did?”

“Yes. He seemed to know a lot. He gave me various countermeasures, so I knew them broadly.”

“Of course. He looked like he knew something. Ah. He could have elaborated before leaving.”

Selling the name unwittingly, what would come of it later?

‘It shouldn’t matter.’

It turned out well. If grilled for how he knew, he would need to drop Highvan’s name.

The name of a Swordmaster.

Isn’t it practically all-purpose? As in Bellaturia, just mentioning the name would suffice for most to acquiesce. Let them handle the aftermath. If they willingly accepted him as a disciple, they’d joyfully welcome his involvement.

With that resolved, Asher spoke up.

“I have a request.”

“What is it?”

Revlock furrowed his brow as Asher replied.

“It’s difficult.”

“But necessary.”

“That is true. They need to experience the battlefield. Hmm.”

Considering deeply, Revlock eventually nodded in determination.

“Alright. I grant permission. With your skills, there should be no issues. Just don’t go too far.”

“……”

Revlock looked at Asher with suspicion.



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