Reincarnated Into Weak Noble
Chapters 15. Sixth master

The night came with a gemulai. The moonlight radiated from afar, playing shadows on the surface of the sleeping earth, like a proficient painter, the night of draping its brush in a soft blue tapers the world with a sense of mystery that is not trapped by bright light.

Under the sparkling shoots, a dense forest looked very quiet, there was only one old man staring intently at the place, as if waiting for someone to appear. The old man sighed, the person he was looking for did not come.

What made that kid so long…?

You stupid kid! I told you to come by before afternoon, but what is he doing now..?

The old man was none other than Tamus, he was waiting for the presence of Arthur who did not come. Arthur is usually a pretty obedient kid with his orders, it's hard to imagine if he ditches and goes to something for no apparent reason.

If Arthur doesn't come home, something must have happened to him, but Tamus can't guess what the reason is.

She can't leave for no reason, don't tell me something happened to her…?

Amidst the confusion Tamus recalled the rumors of a northern Dungeon that he said could grant wishes and grant absolute power, Tamus thinks it's possible that Arthur went to that dangerous place considering that he really wanted to cure ‘umbral plague’ and that Arthur might just go there.

With that in mind Tamus took his red sword and rushed north. ‘umbral Plague’ he always had bad memories of the disease. This is because the sixth master is a sufferer of the disease ‘umbral Plague’

You stupid kid..

Don't go like the sixth master! I'll definitely hurry there..

As Tamus raced, slashing down on some of the monsters that were bothering him again recalled the sixth master's death seconds and some other memories.

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A few decades ago.

A teenage Tamus is seen walking in a rundown village, his body not looking all right. His clothes were torn to shreds and he looked extremely dirty, as if he was a vagabond without having anything.

But that's the truth, Tamus has never been flattered either by the citizens around this same as Arthur because he does not have magic elements, aka just ordinary level humans.

For a world full of magic and mystical powers this is disgusting and very rare, different people will certainly be ostracized and shunned. This is what teenage Tamus feels.

He was unloved by his parents, the residents even threw small rocks at him, leaving his head covered with blood scars. Although often shunned and ridiculed, he still walks casually.

“Go lowly man!”

“Providing humans without your kind of mana is a disgrace to anyone.”

“Nobody will love you, better someone like you die!”

As Tamus was walking leisurely he was thrown rocks, but being immune he kept walking casually ignoring some of the insults of the people and continued his steps.

During the day he rests in a cardboard house. Yes, since he was hated of course no inn would be willing to accept a teenager like him, yet he still smiled despite receiving all the bad actions.

I was shunned, no one really wants to love me..?

The smile he put up was of course a lie to seal his heart wound, yet it faded when thinking about this. Tamus sighed.

I won't have anything is that the destiny I have…?

While being dissolved in grief, suddenly a man with black hair and orange eyes approached him with a smile.

“Are you the Tamus that is talked about often?”

Tamus stared intently at the man. He thought that would accept the same crime.

“Do not install such horrible eyes..”.

The man smiled and stroked the teenager's head. Tamus was this confused the first time he had experienced this kind of warmth.

“I have an offer for you, Son Tamus are you interested in the Darkness sword Technique?”

“Black sword?”

“Yes, with this you will become strong.. being strong is certainly not one of the goals, will you also adventure with me?”.

After that day, Tamus trained with the sixth Master. At that time Tamus never asked for his true identity, all Tamus knew was that he was the sixth master. Tamus doesn't care who he is. And that was the biggest fatal mistake.

If only he knew the real figure of him maybe Tamus could save the master of ‘umbral plague’ even Tamus back then knew nothing about the ‘umbral plague’ that he knew only the shunned master by the people because of the red bump on his head and Tamus did not dare to bring it up.

Several years passed now Tamus had become more and more mature and the sixth Master was getting older with a very fast time. At first she looked young, but now in brackets for a few years her hair began to whiten.

The first thing that bothers Tamus is the red bumps on the head that get bigger.

While walking in the meadow Tamus had already decided to ask this awkwardness, he had been holding back since adolescence so he had to ask now or he would regret it.

“Master!”

“What's up?” asked the sixth Master, looking back.

“Actually what's with that red bump on your head?” ask Tamus even with doubt.

The sixth master faded his friendly smile and looked seriously. “This, huh? It seems like the right time to say it..”.

“... Tamus like I went crazy, please kill me..”.

Just then Tamus was astonished, he had no idea what the sixth master was saying. He just stared without giving a response.

Until one night when Tamus was about to sleep occurred an event that made him wake up from a dream he heard a voice like a scream. He who was distracted decided to go in the direction of the voice and how shocked he was when he saw the figure of the sixth master whimpering in pain for no reason. The red lump was enlarged at an abnormal speed.

His face and body started to become disgusting, the sixth Master also had blood splattered everywhere.

“Master!”

The sixth master looked at Tamus, yet that gaze was very different from the others. He looked like he was moving out of his way. Her pliers continued to scratch her face and chest until her skin peeled off.

“Itch... pain... pain... Tamus, now please kill me!”.

Tamus was certainly shocked by what he saw, he did not believe this sight.

“Ma-Master?!” Tamus shed tears he did not know what to do in this position.

“... Tamus, please. it's time..”.

The sixth master walked towards him with a face full of blood, his lump enlarged to almost cover half of his face, the lump also spreading to both of his arms.

Master attacked Tamus, he gripped Tamus' neck, but of course this was due to the madness of ‘umbral plague’ not because of his will.

A blood fell through Master's eyes like he was crying.

“... Tamus, I already can't resist this.. Kill me before this body gets out of control.”.

The grip was getting stronger making Tamus unable to breathe, but he certainly could not do such a thing.

“Master... sorry I can't do such a thing.” Tamus replied breathlessly.

“Tamus, quickly do.. This body will soon be enveloped by darkness and I will—”

Before Master finished speaking, he suddenly let go of his hand and shouted hysterically. He poked his own eyes and continued to scream.

Just as he shouted, the lump on his body enlarged to an abnormal size. Currently the master was already not a human anymore, the body was completely under control.

“Master?” Tamus tried to call him, but his body was free to be controlled by his own disease.

The sixth master continued to attack the tamus and he avoided it, but the movements of the master were of course different levels. He must defeat it or die.

< dark Sword technique: Seven style: Dragon dance>

The sixth master brought out the most powerful force. His sword formed an aura of darkness like a dragon and he continued to swing the sword very beautifully like he was dancing.

Trings

Trings

Luckily Tamus was able to withstand all attacks belonging to the Master despite the tribulation. The difference in levels is very different.

“Master open your eyes! You are not a person to be controlled and go crazy just because of illness.”

< Dark sword technique: First style: dark slash>

The aura of darkness lunged at Tamus and managed to make him fall and groan in pain, the merciless sixth master walked over like he was about to kill the san disciple.

Tamus caught his breath and stood back up.

“Master aren't we going on an adventure as usual? That's what you said when you first met.. You said let's adventure!” Tamus began to shed tears, she cried saying everything that was in her heart.

The master was silent for a moment as if his words were the thing to calm him down. The sixth master let out tears.

“You are right.. but sorry, my body is already-“.

The sadness was only a few seconds for the Master he continued to fight the disciple, But Tamus remained silent, receiving one slash he was about to die.

When the sword almost reached Tamus' throat suddenly. The master stopped his sword, he still had a sense of even if it was only a moment. The master decided to shut up.

“Quick kill me you stupid student!”

“But, Master-“

“Please!... This is my request last time, why do you always bother me, you stupid student!” Although his body was under control, he forced himself to stop. Hal made him cough up blood, he stopped actually just for the sake of determination.

“... Can't you just obey my words once?”

Tamus stopped trembling and resisted, when seeing the cry of the sixth master made all the memories he had recall. He also shed tears.

Tamus was almost always angered by the sixth master because of his often rebellious attitude. But for Master, of course, the existence of Tamus is more than special even though he often rebels.

Remembering her unruly self made Tamus shed tears. He held the sword very tightly and was about to do as the master commanded.

“Good, do! I'm no longer strong enough to hold this..”.

A satisfied smile was drawn on the Master's face, seeing that Tamus's heart was further broken. But he realized that if he did not kill the Master, it would be the same as torturing the Master.

“Prepare yourself master..”

Master nodded.

With a heavy feeling Tamus slashed the Master's head making him lie on the ground and become a sea of blood.

Rain floods the earth, describing sadness. Tamus stared at the corpse of the master, he cried as hard as he could in the middle of the night as well as the rain.

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“Hah.. huh.. huh...”.

Tamus gazing at the Dungeon's entrance was unmistakable, he felt the aura of a shard of darkness and this was Arthur's. When he had just entered the Dungeon he had felt the same air of death back then, although from a considerable distance he could feel the gathering of someone suffering from ‘Umbral Plague’ gathering at one point at the very bottom and he could also feel the small aura of darkness belonging to Arthur.

If Arthur was not the eighth heir, he could not feel this aura, but he was lucky to be the heir.

Without waiting for a long time Tamus ran in the middle of the Dungeon towards as fast as possible where Arthur was.

Wait for me, son…

Don't die like the sixth Master…