Standard of Reincarnation - Chapter 53

Reincarnation Standard Episode 53

Millie, a girl who turned 17 this year, found a new job.

She got a job at Hansen’s studio, a blacksmith who was once famous.

Her daily life was usually dull and boring.

‘Haaam.’

The blacksmiths are all busy with their work, so they usually don’t talk to each other.

Some of them had a personality bordering on mysophobia, so they hardly had anything to clean.

It was a job I liked quite a bit, except for the fact that I was sweating profusely even in the middle of winter because the fire in the forge was so hot.

‘I did everything I had to do today.’

She went outside the smithy and lay down in a hammock hanging between the trees.

My employer, Hansen, was a fairly generous person.

As long as I did the right thing, I didn’t interfere with how the rest of my time was spent.

Thanks to her, she tried to take a nap today.

“Hey!”

But today, it seemed wrong to take a nap.

Unusual people were flocking to the smithy.

‘Reporters?’

Millie blocked the blacksmith’s door.

“Inside, artisans are smelting blood and sweat. What’s going on?”

“Who are you?”

“He’s a handyman who works at Hansen’s workshop.”

“Is the Master in the studio right now?”

Milli was a little dizzy as so many people randomly poured out similar questions.

“for a moment! Please talk to me one by one.”

Then a man raised his hand.

“Yeah, that orange-haired guy over there.”

“Is the master in the studio right now?”

Millie tilted her head.

“This is the Hansen workshop, right?”

People looking for master craftsmen do not come to Hansen Studio.

It seems that the reporters came with the wrong idea.

This place mass-produced high-quality industrial products, not the treasures of master craftsmen.

“So, is Master Hansen there?”

“Old Man Hansen is inside, but…”

Hansen hates interruptions while working.

And Millie doesn’t like reporters very much.

‘Isn’t that child also here?’

The quality of Hansen’s workshop is too poor or something.

They say that warriors should awaken and use the great swords of real masters.

There was also a reporter who pretended to be a good person, did an interview, and wrote such news.

‘What nonsense are you talking about today?’

It wasn’t long after I got the job, but it was a place that gave me a lot of affection.

The thought of protecting the Hansen studio came to Millie’s heart.

“Still, you can’t be so noisy like now. The old man is very busy these days.”

“Oh, do you call the great commander old man?”

“…”

Millie nodded, but couldn’t understand the reporter’s question.

Why do you keep calling me a celebrity?

‘What kind of dark ulterior motive is that?’

If you give me even a little bit of space, I will bite the old man.

She thought so and was extremely careful with her words.

“Then let me ask you a question.”

This time, the reporter with short red hair raised his hand.

“Why is Master Hansen, whom you call old man, busy these days?”

“You are making a sword.”

In an instant, the reporters’ pens became busy.

Some have already started using video recording stones to record every scene.

“If it’s a sword, what kind of sword is it?”

“I am a handyman. I don’t know about that.”

It got messy again.

Pushing Burke! screamed

“Go back! Since I’m in charge of external contact with the studio, give me business cards. What is everyone doing at someone else’s workplace?”

But reporters did not back down.

“Are you close friends with Confucius Vinchen, who calls Master Hansen the old man?”

Who is that?

Just as he was about to ask,

the door to the forge opened.

Anger-!

A hot wind blew.

After that, Hansen, the field manager, walked out with a lot of soot on his face.

Reporters found him.

“Are you Master Hansen?”

“That’s right.”

Hansen frowned slightly.

Millie was a little worried about Hansen.

“Your old man, I am in charge of external contact. Go in and rest. I’ll take care of it.”

Millie put on a determined expression, as if telling her to trust herself, and pushed Hansen lightly.

But Hansen was not pushed back.

It stood in place like a solid rock.

I used to get pushed when I pushed like this.

Today was a little different.

“…the old man?”

The question came again.

“Is it true that Master Hansen smelted [Hongryeon]?”

Millie, who was born as the daughter of an ordinary farmer and doesn’t know much about the world of warriors, tilted her head.

It is strange to keep calling Hansen a great general, and who is Vinchen and what is Hongryeon?

Hansen answered briefly.

“It is true that he smelted Hongryeon, but he has long since abandoned the name Master.”

Hansen hadn’t heard from Vinchen yet.

reporters said.

A woman with yellow hair raised her hand and continued.

“Chief Hansen said he forgot the name of the great commander, but there is a soldier who directly referred to Captain Hansen as a great commander.”

“soldier?”

Hansen tilted his head.

‘It’s probably not Kahn.’

The relationship with Kahn was immediately severed.

The relationship as a person and as a friend may have remained, but the relationship between the warrior and the blacksmith has already been severed.

‘I don’t think there’s anyone worthy of mentioning me.’

There was no honorable warrior enough to move so many reporters.

Despite hearing the name ‘Hongryeon’, Hansen could not recall Vinchen’s name at all.

The yellow-haired reporter said.

“This is the warrior who mentioned the name of the great general in front of Gaju Khan and Valkia. Any guesses?”

Khan and Valkia?

Who has ever mentioned it in front of two giants of our time?

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no giant like that.

“Not at all. Who is that?”

“I am Confucius Vincenzo!”

“…”

Master.

Words that had gone too far for Hansen spilled from the mouths of reporters.

Hansen lost his balance and nearly fell.

‘Vinchen?’

“Do you know that the famous sword Hongryeon cut off the right arm of Samion’s direct descendant?”

“….”

“How did you come into contact with Confucius Vincenzo?”

Hansen had a hard time believing what they said.

It felt as if their voices had turned to white noise and disappeared.

‘You mean Vinchen… cut off Cagon’s arm?’

how is that possible

Wasn’t Kagon a genius of Samion who had the blessing of the sword god Keshak?

“Is it true that it was thanks to Hongryeon that Prince Vincen was able to defeat Prince Kagon?”

Hansen was at a loss for words.

‘I thought Vinchen would do the job. I never thought that day would come so soon.’

The word ‘master’ kept coming up and down in the mouths of reporters.

Thanks to Vincen, Hansen’s faded honor was partially restored.

He has lived by ignoring the honor of a great leader.

‘You really mentioned my name.’

That’s uncommon in this day and age.

Even if you just look at the reporters’ questions now.

In the end, Vinchen was able to defeat Kagon by asking questions like ‘Thanks to the weapons’.

‘Everyone should have known that it would turn out like this.’

Nonetheless, Vincen mentioned Hansen by name.

His body trembled.

‘I didn’t make a vain choice.’

A blacksmith’s honor stems from his reputation as a warrior.

He did not want to be in a hurry with his honor, but he always dreamed of restoring his honor.

While chasing the distant illusion that one day the people of the world will know his will.

I felt like I was about to burst into tears.

“One thing is certain, that Hongryeon is the ‘sword that announced the beginning’.”

Hongryeon is the beginning.

Hongryeon was the beginning for Khan as well.

The beginning is humble, but the end will be prosperous.

The sword will soon be Hansen’s last work and will stand high with Vinchen.

‘When that time comes, my honor will change.’

If that happens, more blacksmiths will follow their path.

More blacksmiths will try to make quality and cheap weapons.

Then more unmanned people will benefit.

‘There will be fewer unmanned soldiers who lose their lives meaninglessly because of the limitations of weapons.’

That was the world Hansen dreamed of.

I felt like I had stepped into that world.

“Can I understand that what Prince Vincent showed me was just the beginning?”

Hansen nodded.

“of course.”

He had strong confidence in Vincen, and that confidence grew stronger.

“I, too, will look forward to Vincen’s flight. As an iron man with him.”

* * *

Samionga’s dinner table.

Valkia called Kagon.

After a while, the hat had dinner time for the two of them.

“You lost in skill, you lost in distribution, and you lost in strategy. You should have aimed at Vinchen’s right arm, not his neck. If he was going to move as Vinchen predicted, he should have shown his skills. Pride not backed up by skill only invites defeat.”

“…sorry.”

If you were aiming for the arm, the story would have been different.

Although Vincen’s neck looked defenseless, his real weakness was his arms.

The arm was closer than the neck.

If Cagon had aimed for Vincen’s arm, Vincen’s arm would have fallen to the ground, not Cagon’s.

“Be diligent.”

“I will not harm my mother’s reputation.”

“okay.”

As Samion’s family head, she gave advice to her son.

“Vinchen was sure you would swing the sword at his neck.”

“…”

“It means that I understood you closely. maybe more than yourself. And there was also a strong belief in the judgment and the ability to execute. belief in oneself. That brought Vincen to win.”

In fact, rather than saying Kagon was bad, it was more correct to say that Vinchen did very well.

Valkia thought so and smiled.

“I hope you learned a lot from this defeat.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Her smile deepened.

“If you fail to learn, I will cut the tendons of your hands and feet myself.”

“I will make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Meanwhile,

Vincen, who was talking with Selvira, stood up.

All the cadets around them froze.

Herka’s voice came.

“Everybody do their thing.”

However, even at Herka’s words, the cadets did not budge.

It was because the person who visited the dormitory with Herka was the head of Adenka, Khan.

“You have won.”

Vinchen stood in front of Khan.

I looked up at Cannes.

Respect for Khan was shown, but not intimidated.

“Well done.”

“thank you.”

The cadets swallowed their saliva.

‘Sir Khan himself praised it.’

‘I heard that no one else has directly praised it other than Princess Deia.’

Khan continued.

“I want to hear why you wrote me.”

There was a letter in Khan’s hand.

It was a letter informing about Vinchen’s absorption of Marlon’s Protection from before.

Chief Chamberlain Railsa interpreted this letter as a letter from ‘son’ Vinchen asking for help from ‘father’ Khan, and it was true.

With today’s win, Vinchen has earned the minimum qualification.

“I need your help.”

“Tell me.”

Khan’s voice was a little softer than usual.

“What I want.”

Vinchen began to speak.