Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 69: Departure

A lot had happened. She had lost her life. That truth weighed on him, heavier than any sword or spell. Even if he were reincarnated, with his permission, they could have performed a reincarnation ritual for her—but that wasn’t possible. The Blood-Veiled Sword—the one the Demon Lord had used to strike her down—had pierced her soul. It wasn’t just a weapon; it was a curse. Her soul wouldn’t be safe. Even if the sword were destroyed, or the Demon Lord killed, she could only ever hope for reincarnation after everything was undone.

Rowan sat on his bed, staring at the window as sunlight poured in, painting the room with gold and warmth. He closed his eyes slowly, letting the quiet settle over him. For a moment, he imagined her smiling at him, her laugh echoing like wind through the trees. With a deep breath, he drifted into a light sleep, carrying both sorrow and resolve in his heart.

The next two days passed in a blur of preparation. He packed everything he owned—his clothes, personal belongings, and treasured items from his training—folding them neatly into his bag. Every movement was precise, calm, controlled, yet beneath it all was the tension of leaving behind the home that had been his sanctuary.

Finally, carrying his bags, he stepped into the living room. There, his parents waited. Their expressions were a mix of pride, worry, and the unspoken sadness of knowing this departure could change everything. Rowan bowed his head respectfully.

"Good morning, Mum. Good morning, Dad. Here we go," he said quietly, his voice calm but steady.

"Good morning, son," Aldwin replied, his voice warm, carrying both pride and concern.

Mira didn’t respond at first. She just stared at him, as if trying to memorize every detail of his face, every gesture, every nuance of the boy she had watched grow into something extraordinary. Then, suddenly, she roared and enveloped him in a tight hug.

"Son... I’m going to miss you. I... really will," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Rowan chuckled softly, his lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. "You’re holding me a bit too tight, Mum. I can’t breathe," he said, though there was no hint of annoyance—only a calm attempt to lighten the mood.

"Oh, sorry," Mira whispered, slowly letting go. Her eyes glistened, and for a moment, Rowan could see the unspoken worry behind her gaze.

Aldwin stepped forward, holding a neatly folded bag. "Son, I have something for you," he said, placing it gently in Rowan’s hands. "Take this."

Rowan looked down at it. The bag felt heavy with care and intention. As he opened it, he found an all-blue attire inside,

A shimmering blue angle of design glinted from the attire. It was unlike anything Rowan had ever seen—clearly enchanted.

"Wow... incredible," Rowan whispered, his eyes wide.

"So you can see it?" Aldwin asked.

"Yes, I can," Rowan replied, examining the intricate patterns.

"This... this is one of the most powerful attires I’ve ever seen," Rowan continued, his voice filled with awe. "I saw it once in a dungeon I explored. Back then, it was too small for me—I couldn’t even wear it. But it’s magically enchanted, with incredibly high density. It could even... withstand a strike from a weapon like this."

"Thank you, Father," Rowan said respectfully.

Elian then walked down the stairs, carefully setting the bag and attire down. He moved gracefully, then spoke with a calm bow.

"Good morning, Mr. Aldwin. And good morning, Mrs. Mira," Elian said.

"Good morning to you as well, Elian," Mira replied, her eyes softening.

Aldwin leaned forward slightly, smiling with pride. Mira approached Elian and spoke quietly, her voice carrying both gratitude and concern. "Please... take care of my son for us. Be safe, Elian."

"There’s no need for you to ask," Elian replied gently, his calm confidence steady. "I will."

Aldwin chuckled softly, relief in his eyes. "Well... it looks like, finally, your mother and I can have some space. The only one left is your little brother, Coran." He glanced at the clock. "It’s finally ten o’clock," he added jokingly.

"Hey! Can’t you at least respect the moment we’re having?" Mira teased.

"Oh, my bad," Aldwin replied with a laugh.

Suddenly, the clip-clop of hooves reached their ears. The sound of a carriage approaching echoed across the courtyard. Aldwin hurried to the door, opening it to see the royal carriage waiting.

He smiled as he watched the driver bow and announce that the carriage had come to escort Rowan and Elian. "It’s time," Aldwin said.

The morning sunlight spilled over the courtyard, bathing everything in a golden glow. Rowan stood at the top of the steps, bags slung over his shoulder, taking in the sight of his family. The time had come to leave, and yet... it felt as though the world had slowed, holding its breath for this moment.

"Coran... damn, Rowan!" Coran shouted, rushing forward, his small hands gripping Rowan’s leg.

"Big brother... I’m going to miss you!" Tears streamed down the boy’s cheeks, bright and unrestrained, his voice trembling with emotion.

Rowan knelt slightly, bringing himself to eye level with his little brother. His hand reached out to gently rub Coran’s head. "I’ll miss you too," he said softly, his calm tone carrying warmth and reassurance. "But promise me... you’ll keep getting stronger, okay?"

Coran sniffled and nodded, burying his face in Rowan’s chest for a moment. "I... I will! I’ll be just like you someday!"

Mira’s hand covered her mouth as her own tears threatened to fall. Aldwin’s chest rose and fell as he tried to mask the lump in his throat, pride and worry warring in his eyes. Even Ogd, standing slightly behind them, seemed unusually still, the tension of the moment pressing on him.

Rowan straightened, giving Coran a final reassuring smile. "Alright... time to go," he said, turning toward Elian and Shawil.

Both of them nodded, their expressions calm but respectful, a quiet acknowledgment of the responsibility they now shared. Elian adjusted the strap of his own bag, walking down the stairs gracefully, and Shawil followed with precise, measured steps.

Mira stepped closer to Elian, her voice soft but urgent. "Please... take care of my son for us. Be safe, Elian. He’s precious to us."

Elian inclined his head, his calm eyes steady and unwavering. "There’s no need for you to ask. I will."

Aldwin cleared his throat, smiling faintly to ease the tension. "Well... it looks like, finally, your mother and I can have some space." He glanced at Coran, who was still wiping his tears. "The only one left is your little brother. It’s finally ten o’clock," he added jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hey! Can’t you at least respect the moment we’re having?" Mira teased, though her voice quivered slightly.

"Oh, my bad," Aldwin replied with a laugh, though the corners of his eyes betrayed his own sadness.

Then the sound reached them—the clip-clop of hooves against stone, growing louder with every heartbeat. The royal carriage had arrived, its polished wood glinting in the morning light. A hush fell over the courtyard as Rowan and the others approached it, their movements slow, deliberate, almost ceremonial.

Coran stepped forward again, waving frantically. "Big brother! Don’t forget me!"

Rowan bent down and ruffled his hair, a small, affectionate smile on his face. "I’ll never forget you, Coran. Keep training. Keep getting stronger. One day... I’ll see how far you’ve come."

Tears streaked down Coran’s face, but he nodded fiercely, determination fighting through his sorrow. Mira and Aldwin watched silently, pride and worry etched into every line of their faces. Ogd waved, the wind catching his cloak dramatically, like a scene straight from a storybook.

Elian set the enchanted blue attire and bag carefully inside the carriage, motioning for Rowan to follow. Rowan glanced back one last time, taking a deep breath. The courtyard, the sun, the faces of his family—it was all burned into his memory.

As he climbed into the carriage, the horses shifted, ready to move. Rowan took his seat, slinging the bag with the enchanted attire across his lap. Shawil settled opposite him, and Elian sat beside him, their presence calm and steady.

"Ready?" Elian asked quietly.

Rowan nodded. "Let’s go."

The carriage doors closed with a soft thud, and the horses began to trot, carrying Rowan away from his home, away from the comfort and warmth of family, and into the unknown.

From the steps, Mira waved, her fingers trembling slightly. "Be careful... and come back safely, Rowan!"

Aldwin called out, his voice firm but tinged with emotion, "Make us proud, son!"

Coran yelled one last time, fists pumping in the air, "Big brother! Don’t forget me!"

Rowan pressed his palm against the side of the carriage, as if to reach them one last time. "I won’t," he whispered, the faintest smile touching his lips. "I promise."

The courtyard slowly receded, the golden sunlight catching the edges of the enchanted attire inside his bag, glinting like a promise of power, adventure, and destiny waiting ahead.

And as the carriage rolled forward, Rowan allowed himself a rare, deep breath. This was the beginning—not just of a journey, but of everything he had yet to become.