## Chapter 239 – The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated Into The Baek Family
239. The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated into the Baek Family
Even after Argen and Jura’s affair, we continued walking. Besides Argen, other sights appeared, but most of what I saw was related to Argen.
“Strange,” Priscilla suddenly said.
“Huh? What’s strange?”
“The subject of this dream world is you and me. In this world where everything is fake, only our bodies are real. But everything this world shows are my memories. Why doesn’t this world reflect your memories?”
“Now that you mention it, you’re right. Why is that?”
“…”
Priscilla stared at me intently.
But even with that look, I didn’t know the reason. Could it be because this world moves according to my imagination?
“Maybe it’s because I’m human? You’ve lived tens of times longer than me, Priscilla… The capacity of our memories must be different. My memories are barely 20 years old.”
I felt a little guilty and tried to make excuses. Fortunately, Priscilla was convinced by my words.
“That’s quite possible.”
“But… can we find the exit by wandering around? We’ve walked quite a bit, but the scenery just keeps changing.”
“There’s no other way but to move. Do you have another way?”
“…What if we just stay still?”
“If we stay still, nothing will change. What you must remember is that our bodies are real.”
Our bodies are real.
In a few hours, we’ll get hungry and tired. Everything in the dream world is fake. If we eat fruit, we might feel full for a short time, but we won’t get any nutrients from it.
I’m the one in danger. I’m human, but Priscilla is a dragon. I don’t know the extent of her physical abilities, but she’s at least stronger than me, a human. If we starve to death, I’ll die first.
“Um… how about actively intervening?”
“Do you think that would be meaningful?”
“…Probably not.”
In the end, it’s just a dream that disappears with a touch. And if we intervene and our real bodies get hurt, we could die. We should avoid rashly intervening.
‘Thinking about it, the dream demon’s ability is really dangerous. If my imagination didn’t affect the dream world, I could have been killed by a random monster. In this world, I can’t use mana.’
Thinking that way made me feel dizzy.
•••
“What is that?”
Priscilla narrowed her eyes, looking at an airplane flying in the sky. The airplane was something I had imagined.
“Ah. That’s an airplane.”
“…Airplane?”
“It’s a machine that flies in the sky.”
“A machine… are you talking about engineering technology? Even so, I don’t have that kind of knowledge.”
I hesitated for a moment, then said to her,
“…Priscilla. I actually died in another world and reincarnated into this world. That airplane is a machine that existed in my previous life.”
“I see.”
Priscilla’s reaction was calm. Just like in the original story.
“…You’re not very surprised.”
“I’m already aware of the existence of other dimensions. And I know that they are very far away and cannot be reached by ordinary means. The exception would be the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm is another dimension, but it’s close to the Middle Realm, so it can form a gate.”
“Ah.”
“Still, it’s surprising that you’re a reincarnator. How did you reincarnate into this world?”
“I don’t know. When I opened my eyes, I had reincarnated into this world. I was a newborn baby.”
“…Did your soul accidentally slip through a dimensional gap?”
In this world, when a person dies, their soul leaves their body and scatters. There was no concept of reincarnation.
“Since it wasn’t the proper process, it’s understandable that you have your memories from your previous life. …Hmm. How boring.”
Priscilla, who had muttered quietly, started walking again.
I followed her swaying hips.
•••
A battle unfolded before my eyes. It was a battle between Argen and dozens of masked assassins.
Argen used swords and magic to take down the assassins one by one.
His battle was beautiful. The harmony of splendid magic and concise swordsmanship. It was a battle that would captivate anyone who saw it.
‘I can feel it. Argen’s emotions and combat senses…’
I couldn’t take my eyes off Argen. His combat senses were incomparable to mine.
I could feel mana leaving my body. Argen had used magic.
‘It’s not just taking out mana. It’s arranging the extracted mana according to the magic circle…? Damn it. I don’t know anything about magic.’
I could only feel it, not understand it. If I were told to use magic in reality, I definitely wouldn’t be able to.
‘Let’s focus on the combat senses, excluding magic. Argen is spreading his senses even during battle.’
He focused on his senses, not his eyes or ears. That’s why the assassins’ surprise attacks didn’t work on Argen. Even if they hid their appearance, they couldn’t hide their presence.
Argen coated his sword with aura. The red aura blazed like flames.
‘Was that the feeling of using aura…?’
I swallowed hard.
There was nothing in my right hand. But I could feel as if I was holding a sword in my right hand.
‘Aura isn’t about pulling mana out of your body and putting it into your sword.’
I realized through Argen’s senses.
You recognize the sword as part of your body. And you naturally let mana flow into the sword.
It’s not about scooping water from a flowing river with a bucket, but about creating a path in the river to naturally draw the water.
‘…That’s it! That’s it!’
My body trembled with satisfaction.
It felt like the wall that had been blocking me had shattered. It was as if a cool breeze had blown into my stuffy heart.
‘Now I can create aura! If I don’t forget this feeling! …What was that feeling again?’
Argen had created the aura in an instant. It was too short a feeling to remember. It was hard to remember with just one time.
Argen’s sword had aura on it, but generating it and maintaining it were different feelings.
‘I wish he would use aura again…’
One more time… or if possible, a few more times. That way, I could remember it more clearly.
Argen’s battle was over. All the assassins were dead.
‘Honestly… I’m a little disappointed. Yuria seems several times stronger than Argen.’
Argen sighed deeply, looking at the assassins’ corpses.
“They didn’t want to die either… They must have known they would fail… Why do such foolish things…”
I could feel the sadness Argen was feeling.
But it wasn’t like I was feeling sad. Ah, this guy is feeling sad. That was all my impression.
I couldn’t empathize with Argen’s emotions.
‘Why is he pitying the assassins who tried to kill him? Is he an idiot?’
I couldn’t understand. If it were me, I would have captured the assassins alive and interrogated them about who sent them.
“Priscilla, why was Argen attacked?”
“…At this point, rumors had spread that the first king of Cobalt was ill. The princes began to fight for the throne. Argen sided with the second prince, and the nobles sent assassins to kill Argen, who was a close aide to the second prince. Argen had to face an average of over 50 assassins every month.”
The scene changed.
An old noble was kneeling before Argen. Around them were the corpses of soldiers and knights.
Argen had aged considerably and was in his 30s.
“P-Please, spare me! I swear my loyalty to His Majesty the King! Just once! Please, have mercy just once!”
“…The lord who has succeeded to the throne no longer believes your words.”
Argen raised his sword. A red aura rose from the blood-soaked sword.
“And neither do I.”
The sword cut off the noble’s head.
I opened my mouth as I watched it.
“Argen seems to have changed.”
“Humans change more easily than you think.”
Argen, who had finished the purge, received the title of Duke from the king. The second king was able to take the throne thanks to Argen’s power and wisdom, so he gave him the title of Duke as a reward.
And then the war began. Due to the purge, the Cobalt Kingdom had weakened, and the nearby kingdoms did not miss the opportunity.
Argen had to go to the battlefield without even having time to take care of his family.
Argen shone on the battlefield as well. His sword was the terror of the enemies, and his magic was the victory of the allies.
Argen, who was in his mid-40s, broke through the wall and became a Swordmaster, an Archmage, and a Magic Swordsman.
The war, which had lasted for over 8 years, ended with the victory of the Cobalt Kingdom. The people praised him, and the nobles feared him.
Soon after, demons appeared all over the Cobalt Kingdom. Feeling that he couldn’t handle it alone, Argen went to find his teacher, Priscilla.
“Teacher! Please help me! Demons are ravaging the kingdom! If we leave it like this, not only the kingdom but the entire world is in danger!”
“The situation is serious. We must eliminate all the demons that have invaded the Middle Realm.”
Priscilla and Argen began to find and kill demons. They traveled not only through the Cobalt Kingdom but throughout the entire continent. For the sake of the Middle Realm.
‘What is this? They traveled the continent together for three years under the pretext of hunting demons?’
With this, feelings can’t help but arise.
I could feel the feelings of love that Argen felt whenever he saw Priscilla. And one day, Argen confessed to Priscilla.
“Teacher. I can no longer hide my feelings. I love you. What do you think of me?”
“…I am a dragon, and you are a human. I will pretend I didn’t hear what you just said.”
“Teacher! I still love you! What does it matter that we are different species!”
“Argen. I do not love you.”
“……!”
From that day on, the relationship between Argen and Priscilla became somewhat awkward.
I clicked my tongue in my heart.
The method was wrong. If you look closely at Priscilla’s actions, you can see that she is concerned about Argen.
‘How arrogant is a dragon… There’s no way she would accept a human’s confession. If it were me, I wouldn’t confess, but gradually move towards a physical relationship and make it a fait accompli.’
Dragons have little desire to reproduce, but it’s not that they can’t reproduce.
They can get pregnant even in their polymorphed human form. However, if they get pregnant, they cannot return to their original form until they give birth and are fixed as humans.
“Hehehe.”
A demon appeared in front of them.
It looked like a 1m black cylinder. Its body had 5 mouths, 17 eyes, and 4 tentacles.
It was a demon of madness, Jujuri.
Jujuri, a high-ranking demon, had the ability to manipulate the emotions and minds of others.
Argen and Priscilla worked together to kill Jujuri, but Argen went mad due to Jujuri’s last struggle.
“…It’s my fault. If I had understood Jujuri’s power and dealt with it, you wouldn’t have ended up like this… I swear on my name and heart, I will definitely restore your mind.”
Priscilla actively used dragon language and magic to restore Argen’s mind over the course of a year. In this process, Priscilla learned about Argen’s memories and feelings.
“Thank you, Teacher.”
“Thanks to you, I was able to kill Jujuri, the most troublesome demon. I was just doing what was natural.”
“I know that other dragons would have abandoned me. Thank you, Teacher. I may never see you again, but… I will always remember you.”
They said their last goodbyes and parted ways. Argen returned to his family.
After that, Argen was not seen. Because the Argen she remembered no longer existed.
“Priscilla, what happened to Argen?”
“Isn’t it in the history books?”
“I don’t trust history books much. When I researched Argen, there was no information about you, Priscilla.”
Argen did not leave any information about Priscilla. It was partly because the name of a dragon was never light, but it was also out of consideration for Priscilla.
“…Argen lived out his natural life and died. That’s all.”
“I see.”
I was satisfied with seeing Argen’s life story.
Argen had fought many battles, and I was able to learn a lot by watching and feeling his battles.
