《Rebirth Of The Supreme Blade》


 Reborn

    Red...


    Everything is drenched in RED...


    The soil takes on a reddish hue, stained by the blood flowing from the fallen¡ªmages, swordsmen, kings, nobles, and even innocent people who had no part in this battle.


    The battlefield is littered with corpses, a massive pile of lifeless bodies stacked upon one another like heaps of cotton. And atop this mountain of the dead stands a lone figure.


    His face is well-groomed, his sharp jawline and slightly arched brows giving him an air of cold refinement. His piercing eyes survey the carnage beneath him.


    He wears a long black vest-like coat that reaches his knees, tattered at the edges and soaked in blood. Around his waist, a sturdy belt holds the sheath of his sword. Beneath the coat, he wears fitted black pants and a simple white tunic, now stained red at the front. Small daggers are embedded in his chest, clustered around his heart. His legs are clad in leather boots¡ªboth drenched in blood and Shivering a little.


    His face, especially the right side, is smeared with blood. His black hair flows from his head down his back. His hands hang at his sides, one gripping a sharp sword, its blade soaked in blood, as if it has cut down hundreds in battle.


    He gasps for breath¡ª


    Then collapses to his knees. His sword slips from his grip, falling from the pile of corpses onto the blood-soaked soil.


    "Uhh... ahh..." He grunts in pain, pulling the five daggers from his chest one by one. Blood trickles from the fresh wounds, but he doesn''t hesitate. He knows his time is running out¡ªdeath is inevitable. Yet, there is no regret in his eyes. How could there be?


    After all he was, Devin Arian¡ª The Blade Supreme The one who reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. The man who fought countless battles against noble families and crushed them to unite a vast land known as the, Land of Nobles.


    He was dying, but his name would live on in history. Of that, he was certain.


    "It''s time... I think," he murmurs, his voice weak. His eyes begin to close slowly, his energy draining from his body. His mind fades into unconsciousness.


    ''It was a good life...'' he thinks to himself.


    Suddenly, many faint images appears before him¡ªa man with white hair, wearing the same kind of attire as his own. It¡¯s Wills Throne, his friend, the one who fell in battle right before his eyes.


    ''...I''m sorry, Wills. I couldn''t keep my promise... But I know, my descendants will fulfill it for you...''


    Soon, everything fades into pitch-black darkness. He sees nothing¡ªonly an endless void.


    But then¡ª


    A faint light appears before him. His eyes flutter open, his vision slowly adjusting. He blinks in disbelief.


    He is in a cradle, surrounded by stuffed toys. The soft glow of the room feels unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting.


    He tries to lift his hand¡ªit feels weak, unsteady. With effort, he finally raises it, only to see tiny fingers, delicate and small.


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    ''A... a baby''s hand?!''


    His eyes widen in shock. ''I-I''m a baby?!''


    He looks around and realizes he is in a room filled with luxurious furniture and decorations. Everything exudes wealth and nobility.


    Turning his head to the left, he spots a large bed where a woman sleeps, her golden-blonde hair cascading over her face and shoulders. Even in the dim light, she looks breathtakingly beautiful.


    Beside her lies a man, though his face is barely visible in the darkness. They are likely this baby''s¡ªhis¡ªparents.


    He tries to speak, but no words come out. His mouth refuses to form even a single sound, as if he hasn¡¯t spoken in centuries.


    ''W-What the fuck is going on?! Why can''t I speak?!''


    No matter how hard he tries, his body betrays him. And then, before he can stop himself¡ªhe starts crying.


    His wailing shatters the silence of the night, waking the woman on the bed. Startled, she sits up, then quickly moves toward him, gently lifting him into her arms.


    She was wearing a luxurious nightgown, its fine fabric draping elegantly over her long legs.


    With a gentle touch, she wiped away his tears and patted his back, her voice soothing and warm. "There, there... Ehan, it''s alright. Mommy is right here with you."


    ''Ehan? Who is that? And... she''s my mother?''


    His cries quieted, though tears still trickled down his cheeks. She wiped them away with care before placing him on the bed, right between herself and the man beside her¡ªundoubtedly her husband, his father.


    Lying on the other side of him, she whispered softly in his ear, "Sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight, but don¡¯t make it a habit..."


    With that, she pulled the blanket over them, closed her eyes, and drifted back to sleep.


    Now, Ehan ¡ªformerly Devin¡ª lay sandwiched between them, his tiny body nestled between the warmth of his new parents.


    He didn¡¯t know what was happening¡­


    Had he been reborn?


    Or is it just a dream?


    And if it''s real then, what is his name in this world?


    Was it the same world as before, or is he in a different reality?


    Countless questions flooded his mind, but as the night stretched on, his eyelids grew heavy. Slowly, his thoughts faded, and before he knew it, he drifted into sleep.


    The next morning, when Ehan¡ªformerly Devin¡ªwoke up, he was already in his mother¡¯s lap, surrounded by several maids in what appeared to be a grand estate.


    His mother held him gently, while the maids gazed at him with playful admiration.


    "Hey! Hey! Look! He opened his eyes!" one of the maids exclaimed excitedly.


    "Ohh... isn''t he so cute?" another cooed.


    "His cheeks look so soft. I''m sure he''ll grow up to be a handsome man," a third maid added with a smile.


    Ehan didn¡¯t fully understand the situation he was in, but one thing was clear¡ªwherever he had been reborn, it was into an insanely rich family. So rich, in fact, that even the maids were dressed in luxurious, high-quality uniforms.


    After a few days, Ehan began to understand his surroundings. The first thing he grasped was his mother¡¯s name¡ªLydia.


    But what truly shocked him was the surname. Arian...


    Lydia Arian.


    The same family name he had carried in his past life. The same lineage he had belonged to when he died.


    With that, it became clear¡ªhe had been reborn into his own bloodline. This was still his previous world.


    Though he had no idea what time period it was.


    Soon, he learned his father¡¯s name as well¡ªAlexander Arian. A tall and muscular man, with piercing eyes, a sharp jawline, thin eyebrows, and short, blackish hair reaching his neck.


    But what stunned him the most was¡ª


    His father was a mage. Magic user.


    And not just him¡ªhis mother, Lydia, his relatives, his cousins¡ªevery single one of them.


    All were Mages.


    He couldn''t comprehend what kind of world this was. His bloodline being mages?


    That had never been the case in his time¡ªnor in the eras before his death. The Arian family had always been a lineage of swordsmen.


    Sure, the wives were exceptions, as they often came from other families, sometimes mage bloodlines. But the men? Every single one had been a swordsman. Even the daughters were swordswomen.


    This realization made one thing clear¡ªhe had been reborn in the future.


    Long after his death.


    Years passed, and he finally began to speak. Though his pronunciation was still imperfect, he could now form words. And as he grew, he uncovered a shocking truth¡ª


    He had been reborn 100 years after his death.


    Yet, that revelation didn''t surprise him much. He had suspected it from the moment he first arrived in this world.


    But what truly shook him was his family¡¯s status.


    The Arian family was not just a common noble house.


    They were the Imperial Family.


    His father, Alexander Arian, was the King of the, "Land of Nobles."


    The same nation that Ehan, ¡ªonce Devin¡ªhad unified in the past.


    The same land for which he had fought countless battles. The same land for which he had given his life.


    Now, in the present¡ª


    Ehan sat on his bed, deep in thought. He is Seven years old now.


    His room is massive and lavishly decorated. A grand golden crystal chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, casting a warm glow across the space. Two maids working only for him, at his beck and call. Stationed just outside his room''s door.


    To his side, a large balcony overlooked the Arian Estate¡¯s garden. The garden itself is as vast as a field, adorned with towering trees, vibrant flowers, and elegant statues.


    And among those statues, standing at the very center¡ª


    Was Devin Arian¡¯s statue.


    Inside his room, a large study table stood near an enormous bookshelf, filled with countless books.


    "Ehan... what a strange name," he murmured to himself.


    Slowly, he was getting used to it.


    With nothing else to do, his gaze drifted toward the bookshelf.


    After a while, he stood up, walked over, and pulled a book from the shelf.


    ''I need to gather as much information as I can.''

 Understanding Society

    Days passed, and Ehan continued reading¡ªprimarily books on history.


    This not only helped him understand the current state of society but also improved his pronunciation of words in this new body.


    From his studies, he grasped that society in ''Land of Nobels'' was now divided into five distinct categories:


    1. The Imperial Family ¨C The Arian Family, the most powerful, influential, and wealthiest family. It is also the Imperial family and controls governance, army, bureaucracy, law making, defence and etc.


    2. The Five Great Nobles ¨C Five noble families that possessed immense wealth, second only to the Imperial Family.


    3. The Lesser Nobles ¨C Numerous noble families that enjoyed prosperity and wealth, but were below than the Five Great Nobles in status and influence.


    4. The Commoners ¨C Ordinary people, including peasants, farmers, daily wage workers, and laborers.


    5. Slaves ¨C The lowest class, subjected to servitude with no rights.


    This system was far more structured than it had been a hundred years ago.


    Back in his time, society was simply divided into three vague categories¡ª


    The rich (all nobles), the poor (peasants and common folk), and slaves (who remained unchanged even now).


    But after a century, the hierarchy had evolved into a well-defined system.


    And to Ehan, this level of organization was both surprising and impressive.


    Ehan also read that after Devin Arian unified the Land of Nobles and passed away, the Arian family took over as the imperial family. In the early decades of their rule, they monopolized trade and business, which made them immensely wealthy.


    However, over time, they loosened their grip on trade and decided to distribute economic opportunities among the other noble families under their rule in the Land of Nobles.


    Among those noble families, five took advantage of this distribution the most, rising in wealth and influence much faster than the others.


    Eventually, they became known as the Five Great Nobles.


    And those Nobels who were left behind in this race, were know as The lesser Nobels.


    Ehan spent days, which soon turned into weeks, engrossed in history books.


    The two maids stationed outside his room reported everything to Alexander and Lydia, but rather than being concerned, they were pleased to hear that their son was developing a deep interest in books.


    Then, one day, as Ehan delved further into his readings, he finally came across the names of the Five Great Nobles.


    The five noble families were :


    Makris, Dukas, Throne, Ragnulf, and Valois.


    "Throne..." he murmured. Then suddenly¡ª


    A spark of memories surged through his mind.


    His friend, Wills Throne.


    The countless hours they spent training together. The sound of clashing swords. The laughter, the sweat, the unbreakable bond between warriors.


    And then¡ªthe moment it all ended.


    Wills, standing before him, his chest pierced by a blade. His death.


    And the promise Ehan -Devin- had made to him...


    Ehan pulled out more books, mainly newly published books focusing on the Five Great Nobles. He got one which was published just some months ago.


    As he read, he stumbled upon something shocking.


    Among all the Five Nobles, the Throne family ranked the lowest. Their financial situation is stable for now, but their family is in a mess due to internal conflict¡ªone centered around their Sword Academy.


    The conflict?


    "Should a woman be allowed to be the Headmaster of the Sword Academy?"


    For over a century, the Sword Academy had been their pride, a place that trained warriors of noble blood, along with Commoners and slaves all together.


    But now, under the leadership of Callesta Throne¡ªwho was not only the Headmaster but also the Head of the Throne family¡ªthe academy was slowly falling apart.


    Funding had been the lowest ever since they opened. Investors were hesitating in the investment. The academy''s reputation was still there but people didn''t like, a woman being the Headmaster.


    The Academy was in the top 3 well known Sword Academies in the Country. But now it  fell to 7th position.


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    And the Throne family members were blaming Callesta.


    "Damn! These family members... Piling all the blame on a woman just because the academy is not going well?" Ehan muttered as he read.


    Then it hit him.


    "Wait... If she''s the Head of the Throne family, then that means she''s Wills'' direct descendant!"


    The promise he made to Wills echoed in his mind.


    He couldn¡¯t ignore this.


    The Throne family was in crisis. Their Sword Academy would be in ruins.


    And Callesta Throne¡ªhis friend¡¯s descendant¡ªcould be forced out of her position of headmaster.


    And that can even force her to get away from the post of head, and shift it to someone else.


    From the branch family who were not the real members from the head. But from relatives side.


    "I need to help her. I need to help the Throne family. For Wills... and for my promise."


    Ehan stared at his reflection in the mirror.


    His body¡ªweak, feeble, pathetic compared to what he once had.


    In his past life, he had been strong, a warrior, a swordsman who unified an entire nation.


    But now?


    He was a child. Helpless. Powerless.


    ''Damn it... If I stay like this, I won''t be able to do anything.''


    He clenched his small fists, determination burning in his golden eyes.


    He needed to change.


    He needed to rebuild himself.


    But he also couldn''t ignore Callesta Throne''s situation.


    ''I may not have my strength yet¡­ but I have something else.'' he thought and that thing was¡ª


    ''Wealth.''


    The Arian family was the most powerful, influential, and wealthiest in the entire empire.


    Even as a child, Ehan had access to a great fortune.


    And money could solve many problems.


    But...


    He couldn¡¯t publicly hand over a huge sum¡ªit would raise suspicion to his family.


    But an anonymous donation? That could work.


    Days passed as he carefully planned his approach. He would funnel funds into the Throne Academy, slowly and secretly. It wouldn¡¯t solve everything, but it would be a start.


    And while the money helped keep the academy alive¡­


    He would focus on rebuilding himself.


    Because strength was the only thing that truly mattered in this world.


    Ehan knew that handling the finances of the Arian family wasn¡¯t something just anyone could do.


    The one in charge of it all was Gale, the Economy and Finance Manager of the Arian family.


    A trusted, loyal man. Someone who didn¡¯t question much, but at the same time, wouldn¡¯t let money flow out carelessly.


    Would he accept an anonymous donation?Ehan wasn¡¯t sure.


    "If I tell him outright, he might refuse¡­ or worse, report it to Father."


    He needed a cover story. Something believable. Something simple. And so¡ªhe would lie.


    He would tell Gale that the money was meant for one of his cousins¡ªsomeone who needed some financial assistance.


    It wasn¡¯t unusual for the younger Arian family members to receive allowances or gifts.


    And if Gale believed that, then the money would flow exactly where Ehan wanted it to go¡ªinto the Throne Sword Academy.


    "It¡¯s a small step¡­ but it¡¯s a start."


    Now, all that was left was executing the plan.


    Ehan now stood outside the Economy and Finance Manager¡¯s office, gripping a letter in his hand.


    Inside the envelope was a cheque¡ªa sum of money meant to be delivered anonymously.


    There was no address, no sender¡¯s name, nothing that could trace it back to him.


    ''Alright, alright, Eha¡ªno, Devin. Just walk in, hand over the letter, and say it¡¯s for my cousin Amelia. Tell him not to mention our name or address. Saying that it''s a surprise gift for her. That¡¯s it. Simple.''


    He took a deep breath, steadying himself.


    But¡ª


    Just as he reached for the door, a voice called out from behind.


    "Young Lord Ehan, is that you?"


    Ehan froze. His heartbeat skipped for a moment before, he slowly turned around.


    It was Gale. The man he was about to deceive.


    He wasn¡¯t in his office as Ehan had expected. Instead, he stood there, watching him with calm, calculating eyes.


    Gale was a man of striking appearance¡ªhis milk-white skin contrasting sharply with his deep blue eyes, framed by round golden spectacles. He wasn¡¯t particularly tall but carried himself with a sense of authority and precision.


    Draped in a sleek black suit, complete with a matching hat, he looked like someone who never missed a detail.


    And right now, he was looking straight at Ehan.


    "Oh, G-Gale. I-I was just coming to see you..."


    Ehan stammered, his fingers instinctively tightening around the letter, trying to subtly hide it behind his back. But Gale''s sharp eyes had already caught sight of it.


    "Is that a letter?" Gale asked, adjusting his glasses. "Did the Lord ask you to deliver it to me?"


    "Oh¡ªyeah! Yes!" Ehan nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Dad asked me to give it to you. And he also said not to mention our name or address on it!"


    With a swift motion, he slid the letter toward Gale.


    Gale accepted it with his usual composed demeanor, his fingers brushing over the envelope as if weighing its significance.


    He glanced at Ehan and asked, "Alright, Young Lord. I''ll handle it. Is there anything else the Lord instructed you to tell me?"


    "Ah, no. Nothing else." Ehan shook his head, stepping back hastily. "I shall be going now."


    Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, trying his best not to seem suspicious.


    Gale, however, watched him go, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk before he finally entered his office.


    Once inside, he settled into his chair and took a closer look at the letter. Running his fingers over the sealed envelope, he murmured to himself¡ª


    "Hmm... An anonymous donation, huh?"


    His smirk deepened as he tucked the letter into his coat pocket.


    "Must be a lucky person," he mused, his voice tinged with amusement. "To receive money directly from the Young Lord himself."


    On the other side, Ehan walked down the grand staircase of the mansion, his thoughts racing.


    ¡®Did he notice I was lying?¡¯


    It was too late to worry about that now. The deed was done. There was no turning back. He just had to be ready to face the consequences.


    Or¡ªif things went smoothly¡ªthere would be no consequences at all.


    The money he sent should keep the academy stable for a at 5 years, but he knew that wasn¡¯t the real issue. The problem was never just the academy¡¯s downfall¡ªit was Callesta¡¯s gender.


    She was a woman. A powerful swordswoman. That was why everyone blamed her.


    They couldn''t defeat her in combat, so they attacked her through politics and bureaucracy instead.


    Ehan clenched his fists. But he''s weak to do anything.


    ¡®Damn! This imperial life is way too easy. I should be training at this age! But¡­¡¯


    Just then, a voice called out from below.


    "Ehan."


    Ehan looked down from the stairs and saw his father, Alexander Arian, stepping out of a room on the ground floor.


    His heart pounded. This was the perfect moment.


    He could tell him now. He could tell him that he didn¡¯t want to be a mage. That he wanted to wield the sword.


    Taking a deep breath, he descended the staircase and stopped in front of his father. A soft breeze drifted in through a nearby window, making his cape flutter behind him.


    Alexander looked at him, his expression unreadable.


    "Ehan," he said, his deep voice steady. "You''re growing at a fine pace. You even learned to read without needing much help from your tutors. I think it¡¯s time to show you some...real things."


    Ehan met his father¡¯s gaze, his young but determined eyes locking onto Alexander¡¯s piercing ones.


    And then, without hesitation, he said¡ª


    "Dad, I don¡¯t want to become a mage."