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
Shing!
As Sirius ran toward a rebel, Asher unsheathed his sword and slashed a rebel, slaying him instantly!
Thud!
Seeing this, the King Swordsmen followed suit, their swords flashing and bodies dropping. From galloped from street to street, cutting down rebels without a shred of mercy. Their lord had given them a silent order.
No mercy!
Time for mercy had ceased. By the time the King Swordsmen had slain a third of them, they arrived at the industrial part of Silverleaf and found another seventy rebels on their knees.
Two men, Baron Rutherford and Baron Scarlet, who were beaten to a state of pity, were in front of the seventy, and they all stared at the huge, armored man whose arms were crossed.
It was Geriant.
Their pupils trembled at the sight of him, but the moment they saw Asher and his men, dread, never felt before, seeped in.
"It's the count!"
Geriant turned. He fell on one knee as Asher closed the gap.