Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 52: Mana Siege

Since he had been reincarnated to this world, nothing like this had ever happened. Not even close.

Hundreds of presences.

Ogres.

Red wolves.

White wolves.

Goblins.

A Goblin General.

They were all moving in the same direction.

Toward the house.

Rowan frowned.

"My parents should be okay," he thought. "The barrier I created can also repel monsters, so they should be safe."

Then he realized.

"Oh... it’s because of my sparring with Elian..."

The intense mana from their training must have drawn the monsters.

"Well," Rowan said calmly, tightening his grip on the sword, "then I’ll clear them all."

He opened the window, cold night air rushing in.

But before jumping out, he paused.

Rowan moved quietly through the hall and stopped in front of Elian’s room. He opened the door just enough to look inside.

She was asleep.

Peaceful. Unaware.

He closed the door gently.

Returning to his room, Rowan stepped up to the window once more.

Without hesitation, he leapt.

His body dropped cleanly.

A blue aura surged around Rowan, radiating immense power. He planted his sword by his side, arms stretched wide, facing the horde charging from the forest, hundreds of monsters: orcs, goblins, red and white wolves, even a goblin general leading the pack.

"Die," he muttered.

In the blink of an eye, Rowan appeared at the back of the horde.

And then, all at once, every single monster froze in place and collapsed to the ground simultaneously. Heads hit the dirt, bodies unmoving, as if the entire horde had been struck by a single, invisible hand.

The forest was silent. Rowan stood there, blue aura faintly glowing, sword in hand.

Rowan then slashed his sword to the side, letting the blood drip off. He glanced at the ground. A pool of blood had formed from the fallen horde.

"Alright, let’s go into the forest," he muttered.

He sprinted forward, entering the thick of the trees. Hundreds of monsters crowded the path, but Rowan moved with inhuman speed, slashing through them all. Vroom, vroom, vroom. Every strike was precise, every enemy falling before him.

Then he sensed something different. A human. A mage.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed. A human? Here?

It clicked. This was a distraction. The real target wasn’t the attack of monsters. It was Elian.

As the mage tried to react, Rowan’s blade moved in a single fluid motion.

The mage jumped back, sensing danger.

Then a human leapt down from a tree, sword raised, aiming to strike Rowan. He dodged with ease.

The chaos around them blurred, monsters, speed, and danger, and Rowan’s thoughts raced. I have to get to Elian. But first... what the hell is happening? It all happened so fast, my mind can’t even process it. My body left the house before I could think.

The mage shouted, "What the hell is a child doing here? You’re the one who’s destroying all the monsters I sent!"

Before he could react further, Rowan appeared in front of him. In a single motion, he slashed both of the mage’s legs.

The mage collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain.

"My legs! What the hell!?"

The human was the same assassin who had tried to strike Rowan earlier. As the assassin lunged again, his blade flashed toward Rowan’s head, fast enough that it should have taken it clean off.

But Rowan had already moved.

He raised his sword, turned with the motion, and drove the blade straight into the assassin’s throat.

"I wasn’t even after you," Rowan said calmly. "Now rest."

He pulled the sword free.

The assassin’s body collapsed to the ground, blood spilling as life left his eyes.

Behind him, another figure screamed.

"Ah! My leg! What the hell is going on?! What the hell?!"

Rowan turned his gaze to the wounded mage, the one whose legs he had severed earlier.

"If you scream one more time, I’ll kill you," Rowan said coldly. "No one can hear you from here. And even if they could, no one would save you. So don’t waste my time."

He stepped closer, blade still dripping.

"Be honest. Tell me what’s going on. Are you who I think you are? Was this a monster tactic, just a distraction?"

"I—I’m not after you!" the mage shouted desperately. "There’s no way I’m after you!"

"Then you’ll see soon enough," Rowan replied flatly. "And if you keep refusing to talk, I’ll just kill you."

The mage laughed weakly through the pain.

"I won’t talk. Even if you take my life. But tell me, what is a kid like you doing here? How did a kid defeat our forces?"

"You’re not the one asking questions," Rowan said.

Golden energy began to radiate from his body.

He raised his sword and slashed the air, drawing a glowing circle that remained suspended before him.

"Sword of Truth."

Rowan threw his blade into the circle. The light shattered, dispersing into fine particles that rained down over the mage.

Rowan knelt, his eyes locking onto the mage’s face.

"Now tell me everything," he said quietly.

"The plan. Your objective. And the person you work for."

Instantly, the mage’s eyes widened. His pupils glowed as his body was enveloped in an increasingly intense golden light, the spell taking effect.

"Our main objective... was to capture Elian," the mage said, his voice trembling as the truth was forced out.

"Our boss, Moonbeam, sensed an energy. A mana signature. It was faint, very far away. But he recognized it."

Rowan’s grip tightened.

"We’ve been tracking her for years," the mage continued. "Waiting. Searching. The moment that mana surfaced again, Moonbeam gathered sensers, people trained to detect even the weakest traces. Once they confirmed the location, he gave the order to move."

The mage swallowed hard.

"When the trail led to this forest, we understood. We knew our target was hiding here."

Rowan’s eyes darkened.

"One of our sorcerers cast a spell on your mother," the mage admitted. "From a distance. A weak one so it wouldn’t be noticed, just enough to cause pain. The goal was simple. If no one else could check on Mira, Aldwin would leave the forest and head for the city."