Reincarnation of a Hunter

 

Turning my head, I saw a middle-aged man on the floor.

 

A large beast was threatening the man with its claws raised.

 

It was covered in gray fur, stood tall, and its developed muscles looked like they could burst at any moment.

 

‘A beast warrior? Is it a war slave?’

 

A leash was around its neck as a sign of its enslavement, looking at the middle-aged man.

 

That’s when Martin quickly drew his sword.

 

It looks like he’s going to help the man.

 “My lord, I’ll be right back.” “Easy, that beast is a sword user.” 

I regained the Hunter system, I was able to cast aura, and as soon as I saw him, I was able to check his power. 

 

In my previous life, as an S-class Hunter, I could control my mana freely, and even as an E-class Hunter, I could still do that.

 

The level of the beast caught by my aura was that of an advanced sword user. Similar to a D-class hunter.

 

Martin, on the other hand, was a senior Sword Expert Intermediate and a B-ranked Hunter.

 

There’s no way Martin could lose.

 “Beast! If you don’t stop, I’ll cut you down!” 

Martin rushed off to attack him.

 Clang—! 

The beast’s claws clashed with Martin’s sword.

 

For a moment, Martin’s sword made an unusual sound

 “What?! Why it wasn’t cut?” 

At the age of 19, Martin was an expert, but he had little experience.

 

He panicked as his sword was crushed, despite the significant difference in power.

 

I quickly drew the Soul Reaper and bolted.

 ‘

Tsk, it’s a technique that only experts know!’

 

The beast gathered all the auras in its body and claws to make it stronger. If Martin was not careful, he could get hurt.

 “Martin, stay back!” 

After shouting, I made three strokes with Soul Reaper.

 Swoosh! Swoosh! “Aah!” 

The beast, unable to block my sword, screamed and fell, bleeding from a wound on its chest.

 

I claimed to be the best swordsman in Westphalia and when I activated my Hunter System, I was able to defeat a beast one level above me.

 

People were amazed while watching, but it was Martin who was shocked…

 “My lord, did you unleash your aura?” 

I wiped the blood off the Soul Reaper and glanced at Martin.

 “What do you mean, are you okay” “Oh, yeah. I’m not hurt.” “Is your sword okay, I think it’s broken.” “… I have an extra sword.” 

After I checked Martin, who was confused, I walked over to the beast.

 

He’s down and groaning, but I didn’t cut him deep enough.

 

I sat down next to the beast and looked at it.

 “What’s your name?” “Grrr—, I have no name to give you.” “Don’t just sit there and get arrogant, answer me.” “…My name is Raul.” 

When Raul realized he was in a bad position, he lowered his claws.

 

To know if Raul was not lying and know where he came from, I cast

[Leer Morale]

 

‘Character.’

  “I’ve been seeing second children a lot lately, is this a coincidence?” “What! How did you know I was the second child?” “You don’t need to know. I want to know, how did you get from Mongolia to here?” “That’s… you must be a shaman or something.” 

Now he thought that I was a shaman.

 “Just answer me.” “I was taken as a mercenary to fight in a war in the southern continent.” 

Slave imprints are rarely placed on captured mercenaries. This was because it discouraged them to join the war.

 

And yet they were sold into slavery, perhaps because they had done so much damage to the other party.

 

I liked Raul’s skills and where he came from.

 

But I need to hear why he attacked the middle-aged man.

 “Why do you want to hurt that person?” “I didn’t mean to. I was going to take the slave certificates, erase the imprints, and escape.” 

It seems that the middle-aged man was his master.

 

‘Hey, this one looks pretty good, I can use him’

 

Knowing Marseille’s lack of forces, warriors with high potential are always welcome.

 

The guards soon showed up and restrained Raul with a halberd.

 

He’s a slave with a master, so I wouldn’t touch him if I were them, I warned the soldiers just in case.

 “Be gentle with him, he will soon be mine.” “Yes, my lord.” 

A sharp-eyed soldier replied quickly, and I handed him a silver coin.

 

Looking at the soldier’s face, I don’t have to worry about Raul’s life.

 

And the man that has been attacked came up to me.

 “My lord, my name is Sergio. You saved my life, and I’d like to thank you. Please tell me your name.” 

My attire was outstanding and Sergio’s position was bent.

 “I am Viscount Eric, Lord of Marseille.” 

Sergio’s eyes grew wide

 “If you don’t mind me asking, can you tell me who is your mother, Viscount?” 

Of course, that was rude.

 

Asking a nobleman who his mother was also about checking if the person’s identity was real.

 

Since I was walking around without a signet ring on my finger and no flag bearer, they were wondering if I was a real Viscount.

 

I knew what Sergio was trying to do, so I answered.

 “Maria May. Daughter of Thomas May, knight of Marseille, and mistress of Count Michael of Westphalia…” 

That was an information that any impostor would never know.

 

Who could name the bastard’s mother and grandfather? And if he could, he wouldn’t bother to impersonate me.

 “Oh dear, Viscount of Marseille is going back home.” “Yes. I was made Lord of Marseille. You must be from there as well.” “Yes, Viscount. I work there as a lowly slave trader.” 

Sergio looks like a fairly wealthy merchant, with his clothes and jewelry.

 

He’s a rich slave trader, so he could surely afford to take a few beasts.

 “Does the beast from earlier belong to you?” “Yes, Viscount. I bought him to become a gladiator, but he turned down on me when he thought the slave imprint was wrong.” “Oh, I see. Can I buy him?”