The Regressor and the Blind Saint

magic sword.

A name that always sticks around like a tag when describing Aisha Dragnov.

The name that gave Aisha Dragnov to the throne of heroes at the age of 18.

It was in front of his eyes that the sword that had created countless rumors about where it came from and how Aisha Dragnov got to hold it was never revealed.

Vera once stared blankly at the sword that had once been pointed at his neck with a surprised look, said Dovan, who saw it.

“Even from that point of view, I cannot match the specifications of this sword.”

Vera’s gaze turned to Doban.

Dovan looked into Vera’s dazed gaze and continued to speak with a smirk.

“It’s something I accidentally made without knowing how I did it myself. So, without going further or analyzing the process, it is left unfinished, so I cannot make it with this specification.”

You make things you don’t even know about yourself.

With those words, Vera was able to realize the identity of the demon sword that left many questions in his past life.

“… Are you making master pieces?”

master piece.

A masterpiece that can be made only once in a lifetime by a master craftsman who has reached the highest level.

If the magic sword was crafted by the master, then it must be a sword in the realm of the master piece.

To the question handed to him, Doban answered with a shy nod of his head.

“exactly. Isn’t it about building an achievement that this old body will leave behind even when it dies? It’s embarrassing, but I’m aiming. I think I have enough skills.”

Doban’s gaze turned to the unfinished demon sword. A bitter look appeared on his face.

“… Well, I started confidently like that, but when I try to do it, it is not easy, and I am deeply realizing that a master piece is not made because you want it to be.”

Vera understood Doban’s words at once.

In fact, it is easy to understand when you consider the background in which the weapons called Masterpieces were born.

Pure Blood, the sword of the knight of Kyungae Albrecht, was completed only after the first emperor of the empire melted his own blood.

The white mane worn by the Archduke of the Cold Winter is a cloak completed by the spirits of the snowy field.

Vera recalled them, then guessed.

There must be some event in the background of the birth of the sword called the Demon Sword. The grudge-eating sword would only be completed if there was an incident like that.

Vera gathered the information he had and began to estimate the incident.

‘Doban is making a magic sword.’

Aisha is Doban’s apprentice. In addition, there is a high probability that Doban will become a dead person.

‘maybe… .’

Perhaps the incident that will complete the master piece of the Doban and the magic sword will drive him to death.

Vera made such a guess, narrowing his eyes and looking at the back of the Doban, who kept his demon sword in a corner.

*

the next morning.

Renee was sitting in the backyard, spending time, and suddenly raised her head at the approaching presence.

The steps were light. There was no sound of footsteps, and even the sound of breathing was very thin and intermittent, showing signs of sneaking up.

Renee immediately realized who the sign was.

“Aisha?”

“Hey!”

Aisha’s screams filled the space.

Aisha posed a question with a surprised face at Ren, who recognized her at once even though she was sneaking closer.

“… How do you know?”

“Were you the only one who heard footsteps?”

Rene is a natural answer. Aisha asked the question again with a puzzled look on her face.

“Is that okay?”

Rene answered with a small smile when asked how she could do such a difficult task, even though her ears are much brighter than humans.

“Are you blind? Because I can’t see, I needed a way to perceive the surroundings in a different way, so I trained.”

Aisha opened her mouth with a ‘he’ to Renee’s answer, then nodded her head to understand Renee’s face.

It was because I remembered the original reason I came to Renee.

‘I have to apologize… .’

Aisha remembered Renee the day before, crying as Renee vomited out his sorrow at his words.

The image of crying so sadly that it made him forget that he was angry and that he felt sorry inside him did not leave his mind all night.

“… He’s not crying anymore?”

Say you’re okay today.

At those words, Renee’s body suddenly shook. His face was stained red.

The moment when Aisha, who could not see her face with her head lowered to the floor, was about to apologize again.

“Yesterday I… .”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

Renee screamed, waving her arms towards Aisha.

“Hey, stop talking about that! with nothing! please!”

Renee pleaded with a desperate voice as he felt that his dark history, which he had begun to erase from his mind, was revived.

Aisha raised her tail in surprise at Renee’s look, and then answered with a shy nod of her head.

“What… , okay.”

The answer I made with the mindset of ‘I think it’s okay now’.

In response, Renee felt moisture build up around her eyes.

“thank… , thank you… .”

Even while he was speaking, resentment against himself was filling up inside of him again.

‘Why not!’

Why did you argue with a 12-year-old kid and it’s been like this! Why should I be so shy!

Renee’s shoulders trembled.

Aisha looked at Renee who was like this and that by herself, and said, ‘You must have been a woman with a broken heart.’ ‘, he convinced himself, wiggling the tip of his tail, and sat down next to Renee and asked a question.

“What were you doing here alone?”

“yes? ah… , Hela is going to cook and waiting for a while.”

“Ugh… .”

Aisha nodded at Renee’s words, recalling the stupid yellow-haired woman she had seen the day before.

“Are you friendly?”

“that… right? He is a person who is always helpful.”

A small smile crept across Renee’s lips. The redness of the face has not yet disappeared.

Rene realized that now was the time to change the flow of the conversation, and quickly asked the question.

“you? did you eat?”

“yet.”

“Then do you want to eat together? Hela is very good at it.”

saying let’s eat together.

Aisha continued to ponder over those words for a while, then said, ‘There is nothing that can’t be done.’ I answered with a thought in mind.

“okay.”

*

vacant lot in the backyard.

Rene, who asked Doban to excuse her and started eating there, recalled the story she had heard the day before when she felt the presence of Aisha next to her.

‘War orphan… .’

A child born as a result of a conflict that broke out in the five-part empire of the beast people.

Rene, thinking of him, suddenly felt a tightness in her stomach.

‘… why.’

Are you going to war? After having just been freed from Haman, is it now that he can no longer be hurt and eat his own flesh?

It was a thought that Renero couldn’t understand, and only frustration.

Renee was a man who could not comprehend the irrational greed that made him willing to go to war.

He was a person who valued the victims of the war more than the astronomical benefits of war.

So Renee felt sympathy for Aisha, who lost her parents here as a victim of the madness of war that she could not comprehend.

The words that came out naturally began to take on a softer form.

“Is it delicious?”

“so so.”

It was the kind of words that he said as casually as possible, but Renee, feeling the excitement in it, said ‘puffy’ and smiled and added the words.

“Eat more if you don’t have enough, because Hela always cooks a lot and leaves a lot of rice.”

“No face.”

“… I’m not cursing.”

“Good luck.”

A laugh escaped Renee’s lips again.

Aisha looked at Renee and Hela in turn, and suddenly spit out such a question.

“But there is.”

“yes?”

“Are you noble?”

It was a natural question for Aisha.

From the material of the clothes she is wearing, to the attitude of the people she is with, to the attitude of this woman who takes it for granted.

All of that seemed to resemble the nobles who occasionally visited Aisha.

Renee was taken aback by Aisha’s words for a moment, then erased it and spat out an answer.

“No, I am not a noble, my father is a merchant. that… You’re doing a little big business. That’s why there are people who help out like this.”

It was a camouflage identity.

It is impossible to openly reveal that she is a saint, and it is difficult to pretend to be an aristocrat.

When Renee recites her identity, Aisha nodded her head slightly and answered in a voice that was much more comfortable than before.

“Fortunately, I would have felt bad if I was a nobleman.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t like nobles.”

Renee’s head tilted.

Aisha looked at Renee like that, and added words while waving her legs.

“The nobles are tormenting Master. They annoy me by telling me to come to their side every day, and they come all at once and fight in front of my house.”

“ah… .”

Renee’s head nodded. Because there was something that came to mind about him.

‘The truth is, the guest was a nobleman.’

The ‘real guest’ that Dovan spoke of the day before. Their true identity will be nobility.

‘Mr. Dovan said he was a great person.’

Renee said Vera with a rare expression of excitement, ‘You are a master craftsman of a high level that can be worshiped anywhere on the continent.’ I remembered what I was saying, and smiled softly and added something.

“Isn’t Dovan a really great person?”

“then!”

An answer close to a cry. Then, Aisha jumped up from her seat and added something.

“Master is a master piece craftsman!”

The words that followed were brimming with pride.

Aisha believed. Doban will definitely complete a master piece.

It will make a great masterpiece that will go down in the history of the continent.

Isn’t he a cool person who is always full of passion and has skills?

Isn’t he a good person who took care of himself and taught him countless things.

His master is a great man who deserves respect, and he will surely be able to complete a masterpiece.

“I wish I did.”

“I wish it wasn’t. It will be unconditional.”

Aisha spoke again in a confident tone at Renee’s words, then clenched her fists and added more determined words.

“So I have to help Master finish the master piece. For that purpose, we stop bad people from bullying Master.”

Renee could feel Aisha’s voice full of passion, and the love that was contained in her, and she could feel the laughter flowing over and over again.

It was a really nice relationship.

Renee remembered that he wished that Doban, who puts affection in his words, and Aisha, who showed affection for Doban even though he was harsh, would be happy.

“I need to pray.”

“yes?”

“I should pray for Aisha so that she can defeat the nobles and Doban can complete the master piece.”

“What, are you religious?”

flinch. Renee’s body trembled.

“Ugh… .”

What should I answer?

I don’t know what to say when I say that I’m a religious person. As Renee just laughed, Aisha shook her head and added more.

“Your life is about pioneering yourself. You are also very good at engraving.”

“Uh huh… .”

Renee took the advice of a 12-year-old girl deep in her heart and took the spoon again.

“Then you should eat a lot to be strong today, right?”

“Okay, give me another bowl. It’s edible.”

A word that is made by wiggling the tip of its tail. The moment when Hela accepted Aisha’s vessel.

– Stay!

Such a cry came from the front door of the blacksmith.