After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
"Not only that, but his armor was made of adamantine with several runes that made it a half-step imperial-ranked armor. Had you not struck the gaps between the adamantine plates, you wouldn't have been able to harm him."
Aquila said.
Asher frowned. He turned to Euodiad, leaning against the wall and back toward Aquila.
"It can hear you."
Aquila looked at the sword. For some reason, she felt a pair of ice-cold eyes stare back at her. Her shoulders trembled.
'Is that sword alive?!'
Her pupils shook.
Alarmed, she averted her eyes from Euodias. "Tiberias has been breached. Our men are slowly claiming the sectors, but some places are proving quite difficult."
"That was within my calculations. Some wealthy folks won't let their domains be taken so abruptly. The smart ones would have fled or submitted."
"It is indeed as you said, Your Lordship."
"Now… about the nobles, did the commanders do as I commanded?"