Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

“Phew. That was a very rough day. Better to go home, Mom and Mother must have been worrying about me.”

As soon as I teleported home, both Mom and Mother gave me a death grip with teary eyes. Apparently, they were worried to death about my well-being.

They said that they sensed multiple enormous magical explosions in the forest and thought I was caught by them. That was why these two worry warts were happy to see me in one piece. Though I actually lost a hand earlier.

I didn’t tell them I was involved with those explosions so as not to worry them further. To atone for my late arrival, I made them happy in their own bed.

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In a certain manor within the empire of Dixon, along with the setting sun passing through the windows, a teenage girl was sitting on a wooden chair, writhing her fountain pen on her personal journal she has been writing for a long time.

She was writing about various things she wanted to write about in her top-secret archive, recording ineffable events that happened this day for pages.

Once she was done, she carefully put her hardcover book into her subspace for privacy and security purposes. Her subspace was not the commonplace and expensive magic bag, nor was it the Item Box, but the Inventory extra skill.

That article contains confidential information that was unknown to mankind, and she cannot let anyone find and read it. Specifically to those ones she anticipated to appear.

Whoosh.

Along with the breeze of the autumn wind, two more figures appeared in a flash and without warning. Her room was supposed to be impervious and impossible to breach, yet those two ignored those obstacles as if walking to the picnic.

Even with their silent and sudden entrances, the girl had perceived their presences, so she remained calm. The girl did not think of the ones who casually entered her room since there were only two people who could match her level.

The girl rose from her seat and turned around. In front of her were her visitors: one was a woman who was sitting and leaning on the frames of an opened window, and the other was a member of the opposite gender who was standing near the windows.

“Long time no see, R—”

“Can you please don’t call me by my title, Vocana? I have gained another name once again.”

Before the man could finish his sentence, the girl cut his words in correction of his mistake. .

“Hmph. I already knew about that, Iris.”

The man’s name was Vocana. He was a tall man with a fair oriental complexion, long, lustrous cerulean blue hair, and almond eyes that flashed amber gleam.

He appeared to be in his late twenties and clad in a Han blue hanfu. His skin was smooth and white, as if the sun had never touched it. An air of exoticism surrounded him, something new to the eyes of the people on this continent.

“So, is there a reason why both of you visited me?” Asked the girl, Iris, to the pair.

“Earlier, Monica and I perceived that the world stopped. Do you know anything about it?”

“Perhaps?” Iris responded in a cutesy way, with a wink coupled with a finger on her lips.

“Oh? Can you please tell me in detail?”

The person who demanded an explanation was the woman in the window, Monica.

Monica was a beautiful woman with wavy, golden hair and a blue gaze. She has a slender build under her conspicuous fiery red spandex dress with golden accents and has the appearance of a mid-twenties woman.

Like the people in the room, she stood on the same footing as Vocana and Iris. And in spite of their beautiful human-like appearances, they were just using an ability to hide their true strength and form.

“Well, there was a little misunderstanding, but I had already corrected it, so it had been solved.” Iris stated, and then she turned her attention to Vocana. “But Vocana, you didn’t predict it to happen, right?”

Once asked by Iris, Vocana placed his fingers under his chin. “Divination is supposed to be one of my abilities, but I did not see it coming…”

“So you as well couldn’t read him, huh?”

“Hm?” Vocana raised a brow and glared at Iris upon hearing something that caught his attention. “What do you mean by “him”?”

“Oh, Iris. Have you found the one you are looking for?” Not only Vocana, but Monica seemed to be curious as well.

“Well… yes.”

Every hundreds of years, Iris has been using her ability to reincarnate herself and then be reborn as a human being. The reason for her repeated reincarnation was to find and interact with someone with whom she hypothetically appeared after a certain interval.

Both Vocana and Monica knew about that, but they could not fathom why she was still doing it. Perhaps she was curious and found them interesting, they thought.

“Hmm. Could you please tell us in details?”

Vocana was serious and drew his face closer to Iris; he had to bend his body to level his eyes with hers.

“Okay, okay.” Iris raised her hands at the seriousness of Vocana. “But I’ll tell you next time since I have a birthday to celebrate.”

As if she had predicted that to happen, Iris undid the soundproofing barriers of her room before two knocks rang from the door.

“Lady Iris, your dress has arrived, and the Mistress wanted to see you.”

“Alright, coming up.” She replied to the maid behind the door.

Once the maid had descended to the lower floor, Iris redeployed the barriers and turned to the people inside.

“Tomorrow is your birthday as a human, right?” Monica asked, to which Iris responded with a nod. “Well, we can’t help it. Let’s go, Vocana.”

“Hmph. Be sure to visit one of us.”

As soon as he said that, Vocana and Monica disappeared from the room. Iris let out a sigh before going out of her private quarters.