Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 76: Cold Legacy

"You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?" she said. "We met at the banquet... four years ago, during the celebration. You were there ."

Rowan didn’t answer immediately. He simply leaned back, letting her words sink in.

Whispers erupted across the classroom.

"So... they know each other?"

"Wait... is that true?"

"From the banquet four years ago? No way..."

Every student’s mouth hung open, eyes wide with shock. Rowan and Velqira’s unexpected connection had instantly made the entire room sit up and pay attention.

Even Daryl’s scowl deepened.

What’s going on... why does he know her?

Rowan, however, remained calm, letting the stir around him pass as he looked back at Velqira.

"Okay... fine," Rowan said quietly. "How do you even know who I am? It’s been years. I’ve changed."

Velqira’s gaze never left his face.

"We were very young back then," she said softly, her voice low enough that only he could hear. "But I could never forget those eyes. Those cold blue eyes... eyes that kill without mercy."

Rowan’s pupils shrank.

In an instant, he stood up.

Before anyone could react, he stepped forward and placed his hand over her mouth.

"Don’t say things like that," he whispered sharply. "Not here."

The classroom exploded.

"WHAT?!"

"Did he just touch the princess?!"

"That bastard—!"

"Kill him!"

Desks screeched as students jumped to their feet. Some were already drawing their swords halfway out of their sheaths.

Daryl’s face twisted in rage.

"How dare you touch Her Highness?! You think you’re worthy to even stand near her?!"

Even the nobles were shaking.

"Guards should be called immediately!"

"That man is insane!"

"He’s dead!"

Velqira’s eyes widened in shock at first... then slowly narrowed.

She gently grabbed Rowan’s wrist.

"Let go," she said calmly.

Rowan froze.

Slowly, he removed his hand.

The entire class watched, holding their breath.

The classroom door slid open.

The moment the man stepped inside, the room fell into absolute silence.

Even the nobles straightened in their seats.

Instructor Akira Paul entered calmly, his long coat swaying slightly as he walked toward the podium. His presence alone carried pressure — the kind only true masters possessed.

Velqira leaned slightly toward Rowan.

"We’re not done talking," she whispered. "We’ll talk after class."

Rowan frowned.

"Why does everyone keep staring at me with hatred’s."

Akira placed his book on the desk.

"Everyone, sit properly."

The room snapped into order.

One student hurriedly raised his hand.

"Sir! That student dared to touch the princess—"

"Silence."

Akira’s voice cracked like a whip.

"Sit down."

The student froze, then obeyed immediately.

Akira turned to the board.

"Today’s lesson: The Path of the Sword."

He drew a circle, then crossed it.

"Many of you possess sword blessings. But most of you do not understand what it means to truly walk this path."

He faced them again.

"A sword is not just power. It is restraint. Discipline. Responsibility."

His gaze swept across the class.

"If you wield a sword without understanding it, you will die early."

Instructor Akira stood before the class, chalk in hand.

The entire room was silent.

Even the nobles were sitting straight.

Akira turned to the board and wrote six large symbols in a circle.

"Sword paths," he said calmly.

"The apex six."

He underlined them.

"Sword God."

"Sword Lord."

"Sword Master."

"Sword Saint."

"Swordman."

Then he turned to the class.

"Now listen carefully. There is no Sword Master in this class. Not a single one of you possesses that blessing."

A murmur spread through the room.

Akira continued.

"There are Sword Gods.

There are Sword Lords.

There are Sword Saints.

And a few Swordmen."

His eyes sharpened.

"And very few Swordmen, at that."

He tapped the board.

"I will rank you — based only on this class."

The chalk struck the board.

"First: Sword God."

The room stiffened.

"Anyone born with this blessing is destined for greatness. No matter their background, no matter their family, their future is bright. Power comes naturally to them. Their growth is abnormal. Their potential has no ceiling."

Daryl lifted his chin proudly.

Akira continued.

"Second: Sword Lord."

"Powerful. Rare. Respected. The pillars of most great houses."

"Third: Swordman."

Some students frowned.

"Yes. Swordman."

He turned slowly.

"Fourth: Sword Saint."

The class erupted.

"What?"

"Sword Saint last?"

"A disgraceful blessing!"

Akira slammed the chalk against the board.

Silence returned instantly.

"You speak from ignorance."

He walked slowly across the room.

"Once, Sword Saints were legends."

The atmosphere changed.

"During the First War. The Genocide Era. When noble houses collapsed and kingdoms burned."

Students leaned forward.

Akira paused for a moment, then continued.

"During the First Great War... every class was given a duty."

He wrote on the board.

Sword God

Sword Master 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Sword Lord

Swordman

Sword Saint

"The Sword Gods were assigned to protect royal families.

The Sword Masters protected the great noble houses.

The Sword Lords guarded the military capitals.

The Swordmen defended villages, roads, and evacuation routes."

The classroom was silent.

"They all fulfilled their missions."

Akira’s voice lowered.

"They protected the people they were meant to protect."

Then he tapped the last name on the board.

"But the Sword Saints..."

He clenched the chalk.

"They failed."

A cold tension filled the room.

"The Sword Saints were assigned to protect the refugee cities. The evacuation zones. The places where civilians gathered."

His eyes darkened.

"But when the demon armies arrived... the Sword Saints could not hold the line."

Rowan’s fingers tightened on his desk.

"The walls fell. The cities burned. The civilians were slaughtered."

Some students swallowed.

"They arrived too late. Or they were overwhelmed. Or they hesitated."

Akira exhaled.

"But in the end... the people they were meant to protect died."

The room felt heavy.

"Every other class succeeded in their duty."

"Only the Sword Saints failed."

He turned to face them.

"And because they were warriors who lived only to protect... they could not live with that failure."

A long silence.

"One by one... the Sword Saints took their own lives."

Shock spread across the room.

"They killed themselves with their own hands."