How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 19

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【Episode 19】

That afternoon.

“Ugh.”

Carlisle woke up from his sleep, writhing in pain.

Trembling…

His entire body’s muscles were trembling like aspen leaves, screaming in agony.

His back, arms, legs, shoulders, waist—there wasn’t a single place that didn’t hurt.

‘Everything’s fine, but I can’t control it.’

Carlisle clicked his tongue at the effect of 【Silent One’s Devotion】.

He didn’t want to move even a finger, yet he ended up training until he collapsed from exhaustion.

Ding!

[Notification: Swordsmanship level has reached 3.]

[Notification: Due to 【Weapon Master】 effect, proficiency level for all weapon types has been inherited to level 3.]

[Notification: Swordsmanship level has reached 3.]

[Notification: Due to 【Weapon Master】 effect, proficiency level for all weapon types has been inherited to level 3.]

[Notification: Swordsmanship level has reached 3.]

[Notification: Due to 【Weapon Master】 effect, proficiency level for all weapon types has been inherited to level 3.]

[Notification: Swordsmanship level has reached 3.]

[Notification: Due to 【Weapon Master】 effect, proficiency level for all weapon types has been inherited to level 3.]

[Notification: Swordsmanship level has reached 3.]

[Notification: Due to 【Weapon Master】 effect, proficiency level for all weapon types has been inherited to level 3.]

Looking at the status window was even more surprising.

Not only had his swordsmanship level increased from 1 to 3, but that proficiency had been inherited by all other weapons as well.

In other words, whether he wielded a sword or spear, he could demonstrate proficiency equivalent to level 3.

It turned out that 【Weapon Master】 seemed to raise proficiency for all other weapons even if he only trained with one weapon.

‘Truly a weapon master.’

Just as Carlisle was inwardly amazed.

“Young Master, how are you feeling?”

Evangeline approached and handed Carlisle some warm water.

She had recently been learning the basic things a maid should know under Maranello’s guidance.

Of course, she wasn’t just learning duties as a maid.

Since she was a very precious existence, she was receiving full support from House Sigmund.

Grand Duke Guntram had assigned excellent tutors so Evangeline could cultivate her refinement, provided learning opportunities for her siblings as well, and paid her a salary easily three times higher than most knights.

Though her status was merely that of a maid, she was essentially receiving treatment befitting a noble.

In fact, it was only a matter of time before Evangeline became a noble.

If she continued to grow well, she would either be given the opportunity to marry into the Sigmund bloodline or be granted a title outright.

“It hurts, a lot.”

“Here’s a recovery potion, Young Master.”

Carlisle gulped down the potion Evangeline handed him.

Shhhhh!

As soon as he felt a refreshing sensation in his mouth, he could feel the muscle pain tormenting his entire body somewhat subside.

“How are your spirit magic studies going?”

“I’m working hard at them, Young Master.”

“Good, keep working hard. You have talent.”

“Yes.”

Evangeline answered with a smile.

She felt good whenever Carlisle spoke to her with such confidence.

To recognize talent that no one else could see first, and even encourage her?

Moreover, though he was a bit prickly, he wasn’t as much of a scoundrel as she had thought.

Though he had committed all sorts of outrageous acts and misdeeds in the past, she couldn’t find any trace of such behavior in the current Carlisle.

Of course, she was still a little anxious.

“Are you awake, Young Master?”

Maranello entered with a bright smile.

“Something good happen? Why are you grinning like that?”

“There is. Of course there is.”

“…?”

“Please wash up and come out. I’ll prepare some tea for you first, Young Master.”

Carlisle frowned at Maranello’s attitude, which had become kinder than usual, but soon shrugged it off and hurried to the bathroom.

He felt very uncomfortable since he had fainted without being able to wash.

* * *

After washing, drinking tea to clear his head, and having a very late breakfast.

‘Soul Pacifying Sword.’

Carlisle took time to contemplate his abilities.

‘Inheriting power through traces left by the dead in this world? Does this mean I could have multiple abilities if I find residual thoughts?’

Having experienced it once, he could now feel how amazing the Soul Pacifying Sword ability was.

To be able to inherit the achievements that the dead had built up during their lifetime without any cost…

Of course, he would need to find places or objects where the souls of the dead lingered.

‘Huh?’

Carlisle suddenly realized that there was a strong soul lingering in the necklace around his neck.

It was something he hadn’t been able to detect before absorbing the Nameless Knight’s residual thoughts.

‘This is…’

A necklace set with a purple amethyst.

It was a keepsake left by Carlisle van Sigmund’s mother, Adelia.

[Notification: Cannot read residual thoughts.]

[Notification: Cannot read residual thoughts.]

[Notification: Cannot read residual thoughts.]

[Notification: Cannot read residual thoughts.]

[Notification: Cannot read residual thoughts.]

However, even though he could feel a strong soul lingering there, a message appeared saying he couldn’t read the residual thoughts.

‘Why can’t I read them? Is my level still insufficient?’

It seemed that simply discovering residual thoughts wasn’t everything—some specific condition was apparently needed.

‘I’ll figure it out eventually.’

Carlisle thought this as he began walking.

“Young Master, where are you going? Are you going to train again?”

Maranello asked Carlisle with a bright smile.

His eyes were kinder and more profound than usual, as if he was eagerly anticipating something.

“I did a lot yesterday. What more do you want me to do? My whole body is still aching.”

When Carlisle replied curtly, Maranello said slyly.

“Young Master, muscle pain is best relieved by moving your body. Don’t overdo it like yesterday, but today just do some light…”

“I won’t do it.”

“Still, just a little…”

“No.”

“Young Master….”

When Maranello made an expression that was exactly half disappointment and half hurt, Carlisle frowned as if utterly disgusted.

‘So that’s why he was being nicer than usual. He was dying to make me train.’

But Carlisle wasn’t one to fall for that.

“Making that face won’t work. I’m resting today.”

“Huh. Then, where are you going?”

“For a walk.”

“I shall accompany you, Young Master.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Carlisle waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m going alone today.”

“What?”

“You’re not my nanny, are you? And I’m not a child.”

“However….”

“You know what happens if you follow me, right?”

Carlisle made a subtle threat with his characteristic bland and expressionless face.

It was the expression that said: Just try following me, I’ll cause trouble again, it’s been a while since you’ve seen me act up, hasn’t it?

“…Understood.”

In the end, Maranello backed down as if he had no choice.

He felt anxious that if he followed unnecessarily, Carlisle might cause trouble.

“See you later.”

Carlisle said that, grabbed his coat and put it on, then left the room.

‘Residual thoughts, residual thoughts.’

The reason Carlisle went out for a walk alone was none other than residual thoughts.

Residual thoughts were the souls of the dead that lingered in specific places or objects.

To find them, he would have no choice but to wander around here and there.

* * *

Having set out for a walk, Carlisle began moving his steps aimlessly wherever they took him.

“It’s, it’s Young Master Carlisle.”

“Oh damn!”

“What are you doing? Move it.”

When Carlisle appeared, the territory residents quickly fled in all directions as if they had encountered some plague.

From experience, no one had ever had a good encounter with this scoundrel, so they knew it was best to tactfully slip away from the scene.

‘Good.’

Carlisle was quite pleased with the territory residents’ reaction.

He generally wanted to be alone and quiet, and nothing was more tiresome than having people swarming around.

Thanks to this, Carlisle could freely roam the streets and examine various places.

‘Nothing here.’

But finding residual thoughts wasn’t such an easy task.

In game terms, it was like searching every corner of the map with a fine-tooth comb.

Actually doing that was quite an ordeal.

On the other hand, he thought that discovering residual thoughts itself wasn’t an easy matter.

‘Well, such cases can’t be common.’

Residual thoughts required the dead to have left intense traces during their lifetime.

People who achieved great accomplishments or had strong desires couldn’t be common.

‘Still, I have to look around. Just in case.’

While searching here and there with that thought.

“Hehe! Brother Carlisle!”

“Oh? Fancy meeting you here?”

As he walked down a dead-end alley, Hector and Gunter brothers stealthily appeared from the opposite side.

They say enemies meet on narrow bridges, but to encounter them when he wasn’t accompanied by Maranello of all times.

‘This can’t be a coincidence.’

A cold smile appeared on Carlisle’s lips.

There was no way the Hector and Gunter brothers would be loitering around such a shabby back alley.

Carlisle was certain that those brothers had been following him.

“Brother~ why are you alone~? Where did old man Maranello go~?”

“That’s right~?”

The Hector and Gunter brothers approached Carlisle with sneering grins.

“What should we do~? Old man Maranello isn’t here to help~?”

“Is it just the old man missing~? There isn’t even a single ant around~? Hehe!”

This was a secluded back alley.

Even in broad daylight, it was very sparsely populated, with virtually no passersby.

“You’re right. Not a single ant around.”

Carlisle replied with a smile.

‘Right, I need to step on these guys a bit. They’re troublesome in many ways.’

If you were to pick the real scoundrels in House Sigmund, it was actually the Hector and Gunter brothers who filled that role.

Right now they were just pranksters since they hadn’t reached adulthood yet, but the story would be different in 10 years when the game truly began.

The Hector and Gunter brothers that Carlisle knew were destined to become troublemakers for House Sigmund.

Not only would they interfere with Frey’s actions at every turn, but they would also cause problems by acting like fools, leading with arrogance and stubbornness.

And….

‘They’re the first to betray when the player’s situation worsens.’

The Hector and Gunter brothers were also destined to become the first traitors in House Sigmund’s history.

While they wouldn’t secretly communicate with enemy forces beforehand, when situations became difficult, they would abandon House Sigmund’s honor and flee.

In other words, they would tarnish the family’s honor and drag down their younger brother Frey.

‘Since they’ll be more troublesome later if left alone, I need to crush their buds here.’

Carlisle felt the need to deal with the Hector and Gunter brothers for his own sake, and for the sake of the protagonist Frey.

“Why aren’t you running away~?”

“Oh? It seems brother Carlisle has gained some courage?”

The Hector and Gunter brothers had approached right up close.

“Brother, shall we have a cozy chat after such a long time?”

The moment Hector tried to put his hand on Carlisle’s shoulder.

Thwack!

Carlisle’s fist struck Hector’s solar plexus.

“…!”

Hector ‘froze’ as if he had been electrocuted.

Then he soon began trembling all over, bent over, and started spilling out his stomach contents.

“Bwaaaaaaack!”

Splat, Hector collapsed face-first into his own vomit.

“Gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp, gaasp!”

The shock must have been tremendous, as Hector couldn’t even breathe properly.

He had unleashed the Nameless Knight’s thrust technique 【Loyal Heart】 with his bare fist, and its destructive power was so strong that it incapacitated Hector with a single blow.

“What, what’s happening!”

Startled Gunter hurriedly tried to check on Hector’s condition, but Carlisle didn’t allow it.

Smack!

Carlisle’s kick struck the center of Gunter’s face as he bent down to check on Hector.

Thwaaack!

“Agh!”

Gunter spewed out a nosebleed as he stumbled backward and fell.

“Right, let’s have a nice intimate chat.”

Carlisle approached the Gunter and Hector brothers with an expressionless face.

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