Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 70: Royal Academy

After a long ride—nearly seven hours—the carriage finally slowed.

Inside, Rowan leaned against the window, his palm resting on his cheek as he stared at the passing scenery. His eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion.

"Haaah... such a long journey," he muttered.

Elian glanced toward him. "Master, is anything wrong?"

"Nothing. It’s nothing," Rowan replied lazily, straightening slightly.

Then—

The carriage passed through massive gates.

Tall white walls rose on both sides, stretching endlessly into the distance. Towering spires pierced the sky, their banners fluttering proudly in the wind. Training grounds spread across vast fields, where students could be seen practicing sword forms, their blades flashing under the sunlight.

The Royal Academy came into view.

Rowan’s eyes widened.

His mouth slowly opened.

"...Wow."

He leaned forward, pressing closer to the window.

"This is actually really big. This is huge," he said in awe. "So this is the Royal Academy for Swordsmen..."

The carriage rolled forward through the grand entrance road, lined with marble statues of legendary warriors. Students in academy uniforms walked past in groups, some laughing, some carrying swords, others discussing techniques and rankings.

The air itself felt different—heavy with mana, discipline, and ambition.

Then the carriage came to a smooth stop.

A well-dressed butler stepped forward and opened the door with a respectful bow.

Elian stood first. "Master Shawi."

Nolan nodded and picked up his bags, stepping down from the carriage. Elian followed beside him, both of them moving with calm, practiced grace.

Rowan stepped down last.

As his boots touched the academy ground, he looked around slowly, taking everything in.

Students passed by, heading toward the enormous main building. Some glanced at the newcomers with curiosity. Others ignored them, focused on their own paths.

Rowan exhaled slowly.

"So this is where it starts..." he murmured.

Rowan looked around as he joined the stream of students and teachers making their way inside the academy grounds. The sheer scale of the place made him feel small for the first time in a long while. Rows of white stone buildings stretched into the distance, their towers rising high into the sky.

He walked forward calmly, side by side with the other newcomers.

Soon, they arrived at a massive open field. At its center stood a small elevated stage. A woman stood upon it, holding a wind-amplifier device that projected her voice across the entire area.

"Hello, everyone," her voice echoed clearly. "I am Miss Lena, the principal of this school."

The crowd fell silent.

"All newcomers, please proceed to your assigned sections," she continued. "Applicants for teaching positions or staff roles, go to the right."

She pointed decisively.

"New students, follow this path."

Elian turned to Rowan and bowed slightly. "Master, I’ll be taking my leave."

Rowan nodded. "Go."

They went their separate ways.

Rowan merged into the flow of students, glancing around at his new classmates. Boys and girls of different ages, builds, and expressions walked beside him—some confident, some nervous, some already sizing up potential rivals.

"...Wow. That’s a lot of people," Rowan murmured.

They entered a massive building reserved for newcomers. The interior was just as grand as the outside—high ceilings, polished floors, and rows upon rows of seats.

Students were guided inside and took their places.

Rowan walked forward calmly and sat down among them.

As the last students entered and the doors slowly closed, the hall filled with quiet murmurs and nervous excitement.

"Wow... these are all nobles. Even iron nobles..."

Rowan leaned back slightly in his chair, resting his chin on his hand.

Let’s just get this over with, he thought calmly.

Then a man stepped onto the stage at the front of the hall. He wore a long academy coat, a sword hanging at his waist, and a confident smile on his face.

"Hey, hello everyone," he said cheerfully. "I hope you’re all having a great day. My name is Kyle. I’ll be one of your instructors here at the academy, especially for the newcomers training under the Sword Path."

The murmurs in the hall slowly quieted.

Kyle cleared his throat. "Before we continue, there is one very important guest I’d like to introduce."

The atmosphere shifted.

"This student is one of the most talented individuals ever recorded for her age. Her talent has been verified. Her blessing has been confirmed. And after official evaluation, she has been recognized as a true Sword God candidate."

The room erupted.

Whispers spread like wildfire.

"Did he say Sword God...?"

"No way... at this age?"

"That’s impossible..."

Kyle raised his voice slightly.

"Please welcome—Princess Velqira."

The hall exploded.

Gasps echoed everywhere.

"The princess is here?!"

"She’s joining the academy?!"

"Are you serious?!"

Rowan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Princess... Velqira?

He slowly raised his head, turning his gaze toward the stage.

So it’s her...

He focused intently, waiting.

Waiting for her to appear.

Waiting to see the so-called Sword God.

The tension in the hall climbed higher with every second.

And then—

The doors behind the stage began to open.

As Velqira walked in, she was already wearing the academy uniform.

A white jacket fitted neatly over her shoulders, a blue tie resting against her chest, and a white flared skirt that fell just above her knees. Her long hair flowed behind her as she stepped forward with calm, confident strides.

The entire hall went silent.

Then—

Whispers exploded.

"Well... now she’s going to say something. She’ll probably give a speech," Kyle said, stepping aside and giving space for Velqira to move forward.

"Wow... she’s truly beautiful."

"Isn’t she the royal princess who rejected the throne to walk the path of a swordsman?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Yes, that’s her."

"She’s incredible..."

"And I heard her talent is on another level."

Rowan sat frozen in his seat.

His eyes were locked onto her.

His breath caught.

What the hell...?

She’s grown so much.

She was taller now. More refined. Her presence alone carried weight. When she was younger, she had resembled Lin Ming... and now, that resemblance was even stronger.

Too strong.

His fingers tightened slightly against the armrest.

Damn it...

So it really is her.

Princess Velqira.

It reminded him of his past life.

Lin Ming .

That name echoed deep within Rowan’s mind like a forgotten curse.

I’m only here for one reason.

To confirm my blessing.

To become a Sword Saint.

To graduate... and become an adventurer.

And by the time I turn fifteen... I’ll be able to use one hundred percent of my power.

That is the moment.

That very moment.

Even entering the Demon Realm and slaughtering everything there wouldn’t be a problem.

I wouldn’t care.

Rowan’s eyes darkened slightly.

For just a brief instant—

Something invisible shifted in the air.

The temperature dropped.

The mana in the hall trembled.

Students suddenly stiffened.

Some clutched their chests.

Some began coughing.

"What... what’s going on?"

"I can’t breathe..."

"My body feels heavy..."

"Did someone release killing intent?!"

Only those with high affinity and powerful magical perception could sense it.

And Velqira was one of them.

Her eyes narrowed.

No aura was being released.

No killing intent.

No pressure.

Yet something far more terrifying lingered beneath the surface.

She scanned the hall.

Then—

Her gaze stopped.

Rowan.

Sitting calmly.

Head slightly lowered.

Eyes half-closed.

Completely still.

But she knew.

It was him.

The boy she had sparred with four years ago.

The one who defeated her.

The same person who had slaughtered three assassins right in front of her eyes when she had been hold as an hostage .

The same person who saved her.

Her fingers tightened slightly.

...It’s him.

He’s here.

Rowan slowly exhaled.

The invisible pressure vanished.

The hall returned to normal.

Students gasped in relief.

"What the hell was that...?"

"For a second, I thought I was going to die..."

Kyle’s mind wasn’t even on the stage anymore. He stepped aside instinctively, giving Velqira space.

Only Velqira kept staring.

That same gaze.

That same presence.

But he’s changed.

He’s grown.

She stepped forward.

Her voice calm.

But her eyes sharp.

"That person... the one in the hall..."

She paused.

"...He’s here."

The one who shattered my pride.

The one who walks like a king pretending to be a student.

Rowan slowly lifted his head.

Their eyes met.

For just a second.

And in that moment—

The academy felt far too small to contain them both.

Just tell me what comes next.

Velqira stepped forward onto the stage.

The hall fell completely silent.

She stood tall in her academy uniform, white jacket gleaming under the lights, blue tie resting neatly against her chest. Her presence alone carried the weight of royalty—and something far more dangerous.

She placed a hand over her chest and smiled calmly.

"Hello... and good morning, everyone. Students of the Royal Academy of Swords."

Her voice was clear, confident, and carried effortlessly across the hall.

"Thank you all for coming. My name is Princess Velqira."

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd.

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd.

"My blessing has been officially confirmed. I have been recognized as a Sword God candidate."