The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

y sharp.’

Karlovan cut down Sarah’s sword and immediately countered whenever he noticed a blind spot.
Each time that happened, Sarah would always tumble down, but she would get back up and attack.

‘She is at a level that is difficult to compare with the Ran kids.’

The Rans were a race born with higher physical strength.

It would take them less than a month to fully master a weapon once they picked it up, and it would take them about twenty years on average to reach the Master level.

And when hit with the wooden sword, it would be painful enough to make someone scream in so much pain.

Karlovan had no doubt that the wooden sword would hit Sarah on the side.

However, as if denying that entire thought, Sarah quickly crouched down half a beat earlier on the other side.

Without missing that delay, she held back the sword she was wielding and blocked the wooden sword.

Pak!

Her sword was lodged into the wooden sword.

Sarah immediately grabbed the wooden sword with her other hand, leaned her body to the back, and pulled her sword out with her weight.

Karlovan was wielding a wooden sword, so his center of gravity was slightly tilted forward.

Sarah’s light body used the dragging force of the sword to pull him forward, and she kicked her foot as hard as she could.

Puak!

“Ack!’

“Still far away.”

However, Karlovan quickly regained his balance and slapped Sarah on the forehead with the palm of his hand while lightly dodging the kick.

Sarah spun around in the air and fell down.

Karlovan looked at Sarah, who was unconscious on the ground, and stretched out his hand.

“Amazing.”

It didn’t look like the side was bait.

If it was a real battle, he wouldn’t have played along, but he was fooled since it was a spar.

Even so, it was an undeniable fact that he had suffered.

Sarah succeeded in deceiving Karlovan, who was considered a great warrior among the Rans.

Even though it didn’t end well, it was nice.

‘Among the warriors I taught, was there anyone who flustered me this much?’

There wasn’t one.

Didn’t Isis learn the sword from him as well? But even when he was teaching her, there was definitely a difference in how he was flustered.

If there was a little difference, at that time, Isis was in the process of completing her sword training, and this child, Sarah, was still very young.

In terms of growth potential, it was difficult to compare her with Isis.

Had she been a Ran and not a human, Sarah might have been named the strongest swordsman in history.

‘No.
Maybe even now… am I jumping too far?’

Karlovan snorted and picked up Sarah, who had fainted.

“Ugh…”

As the sun went down, Sarah held her forehead and slowly opened her eyes.

Then, as she looked at a familiar ceiling, she sighed.

“I passed out again.”

Sarah raised her body with a frown at the throbbing pain all over her.
Seeing that some medicine and bandages were applied all over her body, it seemed like she had received treatment when she was unconscious.

Anyway, she did get hit pretty hard today.

She looked to the side and saw a bottle of medicine lying there.

It was the Ran race’s special recovery medicine.

Eating it relieves fatigue, so it was almost a cheat drink.

Unfortunately, the injured parts hadn’t recovered, and just the tired feeling in her body was relieved.

“It is a problem with how great the effect is.”

Even if you didn’t die from the training, if you ate this, you would be fine and be able to rest without feeling any pain in your body.

But these days, because she was earnestly training the sword with passion, she has stopped drinking this medicine and running so hard that she feels like she will die.

‘3 months.’

It has been a little over three months since Isis began teaching her in earnest.
Recently, Karlovan has been acting as her instructor and has been looking after her sword training since Isis was busy.

She was told to die each day for three months, but just how strong has she become?

Of course, she knew that there was no dramatic growth.

Still, since she was steadily gaining experience points, she must have gotten stronger than before.

‘But it’s still a long way off.’

This was not enough for her to be able to stand proudly in front of her brother.
Sarah was originally supposed to go to the Black Tower with Isis, but she chose not to.

It was because she didn’t want to meet her brother Jamie in her current state.

It wasn’t like she was scared.
She was prepared to a certain extent, and there was this moment when she felt detached from her brother, who was said to have changed.

She couldn’t accept it.

Being weak, she couldn’t get herself to stand in front of him.
So she would go there once she got stronger.
But until then, she would train to death.

“Awake?”

It was then that she heard a familiar voice and turned to see Mero walking towards her.

“Euk? Why is Mr.
Mero here?”

“Karlovan told me to wait until you wake up.”

“Ah.”

“A meal has been prepared so you can eat later.
I will go and take a deep breath~”

He walked out while yawning loudly.

Sarah looked at his back and thanked him.

“Thank you as always.”

“It is fine.
Ah! And after you finish eating, the High King wants to see you.”

The High King meant Hasyath.

Since Isis was the new King, he was pushed into the advisory role.

Isis said she didn’t want to be the King, but seeing how much she grew, Hasyath was stubborn and pushed for it.

Sarah tilted her head.

“Why?”

“Well.
I guess there is something worth fighting for.”

Sarah’s eyes shone at the word ‘fighting.’

It was good to get stronger through training, but getting stronger in real battles has been proven many times.