Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 43: After Clash

"Well, stay with Rowan. I’ll go scout the place and check if anything is still wrong," Aldwin said. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Mira nodded. Aldwin ran outside, where some knights were waiting for him, and they all began surveying the castle. He looked around at the broken walls and the damaged sections of the castle.

"Oh... the demon is gone. The Fenrir is also gone. Could it be that the Fenrir was the one who defeated Valzaha’s demon?" Aldwin thought, realizing the truth. I’m truly weak... truly weak. I didn’t even stand a chance against that demon. I would have lost my life today if it weren’t for the Fenrir.

Then, one of the knights slowly walked toward Aldwin, noticing Duke Will’s back, and also Edric. The knight spoke, and Aldwin nodded as he looked ahead while the carriage rolled forward toward them.

Edric and Duke Will stepped down from the carriage. They paused, taking in the devastation around them—shattered walls, parts of the castle broken, widespread destruction.

"What the hell? What happened here?" Edric asked, stopping as he looked at Aldwin while they approached him. "Did something happen here? On the road, we were attacked by a lesser demon. But what could have done this?"

Duke Will frowned. "It must have been a far more powerful demon than a lesser one."

"Indeed," Aldwin said. "Even I am utterly ashamed to admit it. It was much stronger than I could handle alone."

"Impossible. Did you use your sword god skill?" Edric asked.

"I did," Aldwin replied. "But even then, if I had truly lost, I would have died."

Duke Will’s expression hardened. "Then why are you still standing?"

Aldwin exhaled. "A Fenrir appeared."

"A Fenrir?" Duke Will repeated in disbelief. "A divine creature? Only a few have ever seen one of those."

"Yes," Aldwin said calmly. "It is hard to believe, I know. But it came, and..."

Duke Will’s voice softened, concern creeping in. "What about my daughter, your wife? Is she alright?"

"She is safe," Aldwin assured him.

"It’s a good thing that it looks like there were no casualties," Edric said, looking around.

"Some knights did die... from the intense pressure," Aldwin added.

"We were in a meeting with various nobles. Even the king was part of it. Before the news reached us, skilled scouts and appraisers reported something unusual—something happening in a specific direction. The sky itself changed color; it darkened. The pressure from whoever was fighting there was overwhelming," Duke Will said, his voice grave.

"Could it have been the Fenrir and the demon?" Aldwin asked.

"I’m not certain," Duke Will replied. "If it was the Fenrir... then it’s incredibly powerful."

"How is my grandson... Rowan?" Duke Will asked, concern softening his voice.

"He’s asleep now. He’s fine," Aldwin confirmed.

Duke Will exhaled. "I always said... it’s best if I stay in my room for now." He walked away slowly, leaving Aldwin to reflect.

"Even at full power," Aldwin muttered, "I didn’t realize there were demons that could still demolish our stronghold. The Fenrir... even amidst nations in turmoil... it doesn’t care about humans. It could end wars, but it doesn’t. Very few even get to witness it. If it appeared, there must have been a reason. And that reason... I’m still trying to understand."

Meanwhile Mira was in Rowan’s room, gently rubbing his head, while Idea pretended to wake on the stretcher’s arm. As she looked around, her eyes fell on Rowan.

"He’s finally awake. Were you in your room this whole time?" Mira asked.

"I was with Dad before, but then I ran back to my room... and I must have dozed off," Rowan replied.

Mira smiled softly. "Well, there’s nothing to worry about." She noticed a stiff patch on his clothes and ran her hand over it. "Why is this part of your clothing so rough?"

Rowan glanced down. Ah... the fight with Valzaha. No wonder it’s torn.

Idea gave a small nod, acknowledging the tension still lingering in the room.

Mira then asked, "Have you eaten anything since you woke?"

Rowan shook his head. "Nothing yet."

"Fine, I’ll prepare something for you," Mira said, standing and leaving the room.

Alone now, Rowan exhaled and got out of bed. He walked to the window, eyes sweeping over the shattered remnants of the castle. Collapsed walls, broken gardens, debris scattered across the field—it was a battlefield of ruin.

This won’t be easy, he thought. I’ve drained too much energy. Valzaha could come back... or another demon might appear. I need to recover fully, strengthen this body, be ready for whatever comes next.

Rowan’s fingers brushed against the window ledge as he steadied himself, absorbing the quiet, the aftermath, the eerie stillness that followed such chaos. Each ruined wall, each fallen pillar.

That demon... I know I’ll face him again.

Rowan clenched his fist, feeling the weakness still lingering inside his body. I have to get stronger—much stronger.

The only thing holding me back right now is this body of mine. It’s my own body, yet it still hasn’t reached the level needed to withstand my true power.

But that won’t remain the case.

I’ll train it. Temper it. Push it beyond its limits.

This body will grow stronger—strong enough to endure everything I unleash. Strong enough to handle my techniques without breaking apart. When that day comes, I won’t have to hold back anymore.

Rowan sighed, letting out a small breath. Well... it is what it is.

Just then, he heard the door creak open. Mira returned, carrying a plate with some bread and a glass of milk.

"Rowan, come, come, sit on the bed," she said gently.

Rowan settled onto the bed, and Mira handed him the meal.

"No, no, no—open wide," Rowan teased.

"No, no, no! I can feed myself," Mira protested with a small laugh.

"Open wide!" Rowan insisted, trying to be playful.

Embarrassed, Mira shook her head, while Rowan thought to himself, Being fed by my sister... this is utterly, completely embarrassing.

Slowly, he opened his mouth and took the bread from her hand, finishing it carefully. Then, he lifted the glass and drank the milk in long sips.