Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 147

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 147

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

95. Only Useful in Broad Daylight

 

 

 

 

 

I had quite a lot to do, so I started by organizing things first.

 

First, the most important thing was to monitor Professor Denabo’s movements.

 

I was planning to discuss this with Big Sister first.

 

I had made my own plans, but it would be more reliable to seek Big Sister’s advice before making any moves.

 

The opponent was a professor, former Magic Tower Master, and a mage respected throughout the Empire.

 

If I handled this carelessly, the backlash wouldn’t just hit me but would engulf the entire family.

 

Even Prince Edward could be affected.

 

So I decided to make a more solid plan for that problem, and was thinking of going to meet Bulbark first.

 

That was definitely my plan until I saw the mountain of fan letters piled up.

 

“This is killing me.”

 

After receiving Altemar’s buff all day to write letters, I managed to process about 40 of them.

 

But that wasn’t enough.

 

Even while I was writing like this, more fan letters kept arriving.

 

“Wow, Dane. More came. Want to see?”

 

“…No.”

 

The letters Ernest handed over with a grin—no, practically shoved at me—were truly a pile.

 

How many are there in total?

 

I stacked them to one side with a feeling of resignation.

 

Then Karnas, who had been playing on my desk, showed curiosity.

 

“Kyrruk?”

 

“Karnas, can’t dragons write?”

 

I was grasping at straws.

 

“Kyrruk!”

 

Karnas picked up a piece of letter paper in his mouth, placed it down with a thud under his feet, then snatched the pen I was holding with his mouth.

 

Then he started writing something with his mouth.

 

Writing that looked like scribbles to anyone.

 

“Ky-rruk!”

 

Seeing him puff out his chest proudly, I should praise him, right?

 

“Good job. I’ll use it as reference.”

 

“Kyrruk, kyrruk!”

 

Karnas got very excited and started scribbling something on the letter paper as he pleased.

 

I shrugged my shoulders and picked up a new pen to continue writing replies.

 

“…Is this right?”

 

Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to just not reply to anyone at all?

 

That thought suddenly occurred to me.

 

Leila said this was the beginning of fan management and told me to write carefully, but I wondered if I really needed fan management.

 

“I mean, that’s true.”

 

I might be somewhat famous, but I’m not an Imperial Theater Troupe actor or a member of a popular street band.

 

“…Ah well.”

 

Yet seeing my hands faithfully moving to write sincere replies, I guess I was wrong.

 

How could I give half-hearted responses to fan letters written with such care?

 

“Phew.”

 

Anyway, I continued and finished writing 10 more letters, attached all the stamps, and completed today’s replies.

 

During all this, Karnas wasted five letters.

 

“Why did you make so many scribbles?”

 

“Ky-rruk!”

 

Karnas proudly tapped the letter paper with his front paw as if showing off.

 

No matter how I looked at it, it was just scribbles, but what was he trying to show me?

 

Thinking he’d be sad if I threw it away, I folded it neatly and put it in my pocket.

 

Only then did Karnas slip into my embrace.

 

Now then.

 

“Leila, shall we go?”

 

“Ah. Going now?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Time to go meet Bulbark.

 

By the way, there’s a forge within the Termion Ducal Estate, so I was going with Leila to kill two birds with one stone.

 

“At this rate, they’ll ask why I’m going out so often.”

 

Leila grumbled playfully as she followed me out.

 

“Going out.”

 

“Oh, so you’re that Dane Sogress? I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re a genius?”

 

Now even the Academy guards knew my face.

 

I hadn’t gone out that frequently, but seeing them react like this…

 

“They say you’re the star decorating the Academy Daily these days.”

 

“That’s right. I’m envious. I’d have no regrets if I had even one talent.”

 

“Why don’t you? You have the talent for slacking off. Don’t slack off just because you’re near retirement.”

 

As expected, the Academy Daily seemed to have played quite a role.

 

Should I be happy about this or not?

 

“Make sure to return by curfew time.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Leila and I left through the main gate like that, and fortunately realized there weren’t many people on the street who recognized us.

 

“Well, it’s not like you’ve made it to the Empire Daily, right?”

 

I shook my head at Leila’s words.

 

“It’ll probably be published there too.”

 

“Really?”

 

“If I get invited to the Imperial Palace soon, it’ll naturally be published.”

 

“Ah.”

 

It doesn’t matter anyway.

 

Becoming famous isn’t a bad thing.

 

I’m just worried that troublesome things might happen one after another.

 

The first semester isn’t even over yet.

 

“Speaking of which, final exams are coming soon. Dane, you’re aiming for top of the class this semester, right?”

 

“If possible?”

 

“Sigh, overall top student is out of reach. I should at least aim for top of the Swordsmanship Department.”

 

Even being top of the Swordsmanship Department isn’t easy.

 

Anyway, I have quite a few things to handle before final exams, so I need to take care of them quickly.

 

While having this conversation, we arrived at the Termion Ducal Estate.

 

“Young Lady.”

 

“Sir Asmar, it’s embarrassing to even ask if you’ve been well.”

 

“Not embarrassing at all. Welcome back safely. Young Master Dane, welcome as well.”

 

Sir Asmar welcomed us.

 

I see him so often, I might grow fond of him at this rate.

 

“I’ll escort you inside. Oh, the Duke currently has a guest and they’re having a conversation.”

 

“Is that so? Then it can’t be helped. Dane, let’s visit the forge first.”

 

“Let’s do that.”

 

“While you’re waiting, I should train.”

 

Seeing her burning even more brightly after returning from the subjugation makes me laugh.

 

Leila must have developed quite a lot during this subjugation too.

 

Nothing beats real combat as training.

 

For reference, the total number of monsters Leila cut down during this subjugation was a whopping 30.

 

You could say she far exceeded the typical individual record of a student.

 

“I should gradually move on to Termion Swordsmanship 3rd Stage…”

 

Though I feel somewhat stuck in swordsmanship, I’ll overcome it well.

 

“Did you say Termion Swordsmanship truly begins from the 5th stage?”

 

“Yeah. You need to be at least that level to enter our family’s official Knight Order.”

 

“Still, you’re incredibly fast.”

 

“I need to be faster. I’m a person of the Termion family.”

 

Seeing her burning will, it seems we’ll have another bout of sparring soon.

 

“We’re here. It’s magnificent every time I see it.”

 

Before we knew it, we arrived in front of the forge.

 

“I’ll be back.”

 

I presented my symbol as before and underwent a simple body search.

 

There was no chance Karnas would be discovered.

 

He was hiding snugly in my chest, and perhaps because it was me, they didn’t search too thoroughly.

 

Most of all, it’s probably because the person inside is Bulbark.

 

“Please go inside, Young Master.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

After greeting the guard, I entered and immediately encountered Bulbark.

 

“Kid. You’re finally here.”

 

Still an overwhelming height.

 

His muscles are impressive, and that uniquely intense impression too.

 

“Were you waiting?”

 

“Did it sound that way?”

 

Bulbark has a much better expression than before.

 

But soon he looked at the staff I was carrying and his expression became strange.

 

“I smell blood.”

 

“Maybe because I came back from monster subjugation.”

 

“No. That staff smells of blood. Very thick blood at that.”

 

I tilted my head.

 

I’d never beaten anyone to death with this.

 

“Ah.”

 

Bulbark can smell metals.

 

And based on that smell, he can figure out what metal was forged in what way and how it was made.

 

“It’s something quenched with blood.”

 

At Bulbark’s words, I looked at the staff.

 

It looks like nothing more than an ordinary wooden staff on the outside, but it had such a story?

 

“What does it mean to be quenched with blood?”

 

“It’s a crazy thing.”

 

Bulbark continued with a rather frightening expression.

 

“There’s an ore. It doesn’t react to any fire, but only one thing – it only reacts to blood. And only to human blood.”

 

That’s brutal.

 

“It’s an ore called ‘Oldius’, and you need to gather at least thirty people’s worth of blood in one place and soak it there before it transforms into a forgeable form.”

 

Bulbark pointed to the staff I was holding.

 

“That long core used inside that staff is made from ‘Oldius’. It’s covered with wood, but the blood scent is vibrating.”

 

“It’s a dangerous thing.”

 

“Dangerous indeed. It goes crazy while absorbing human blood indefinitely.”

 

If that’s the case, why make it into a staff instead of a sword, spear, or axe?

 

“Probably in my opinion… the reason they specifically made it into a staff is because only ‘Oldius’ is sturdy enough to handle whatever’s attached to the end of that staff.”

 

The question was quickly resolved.

 

“Is it that sturdy?”

 

“Yeah. Incredibly sturdy. Sturdy enough to withstand such force and maintain its form.”

 

I understand one thing for sure.

 

This staff is a very unpleasant thing to carry around.

 

So I asked the person who’s crazy about metals.

 

“Then this must be a valuable thing?”

 

“That’s right. It’s valuable. Valuable in many ways. It’s also something that shouldn’t be common.”

 

“Then I’ll give it to you if you need it.”

 

I saw it.

 

Bulbark’s pupils shaking.

 

While it’s an unpleasant thing to me, it would be sufficiently valuable to Bulbark.

 

“…Are you serious?”

 

“Yes. I don’t use staffs.”

 

“I won’t refuse.”

 

I like how quick his decisions are.

 

Instead, I set a condition before handing over the staff.

 

“However, only if you can separate what’s attached to the end of this staff.”

 

Bulbark snickered.

 

“What do you take me for? I don’t know what it is, but removing it is quick work.”

 

“Then aren’t you curious about what’s attached to the end?”

 

“Not really. I’m not interested in anything that isn’t metal.”

 

Bulbark coolly added a word.

 

“While I’m at it, I’ll look at your spear too. It’s made of Godrik Steel but seems to have some scratches.”

 

Like a ghost.

 

Well.

 

Still, it’s a gift Father gave me, but I did treat it too roughly.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Don’t mention it.”

 

And it was the moment Bulbark received the staff from me.

 

“…What is this.”

 

“It’s a staff.”

 

“The thing attached to the end.”

 

Just moments ago he said he wasn’t interested.

 

“Why does it feel similar to Arcanium?”

 

That’s because it’s an Ancient Mana Concentrator.

 

“Anyway, it’s not metal.”

 

“Then that’s fine. Hmm, it is curious though.”

 

His surprise was only momentary.

 

Bulbark immediately took me to the inner workshop, firmly closed that heavy door, and pointed to a chair.

 

“Sit there. I’ll separate it quickly. It would be better to look at your sword after this is finished.”

 

I obediently sat as instructed and waited for Bulbark. It didn’t take very long.

 

“Catch.”

 

The cloth-wrapped Ancient Mana Concentrator flew through the air and settled in my hands.

 

“I don’t know what it is, but it seems like a tremendous thing. Right?”

 

“Yes, in many ways.”

 

“Hmm. If it were metal, I might have been tempted.”

 

Bulbark shrugged his shoulders as if he had no further interest.

 

Then he casually tossed aside the staff he had separated from the Ancient Mana Concentrator.

 

“Is it okay to throw it around like that?”

 

“It’s sturdy anyway, so this much won’t even leave a speck of a scratch.”

 

Even as he said that, Bulbark kept glancing at the staff before expressing his gratitude to me.

 

“Anyway, use it well. Though I don’t know what you’ll do with that thing.”

 

What kind of life would it be to live obsessed with metal?

 

It’s hard to imagine, but judging by Bulbark’s expression, it seems like quite an enjoyable life.

 

Since everyone pursues different values, giving him the staff seems like the right thing to do.

 

“Now it’s time to go see your sword.”

 

What perfect timing to hear such welcome words.

 

“It’s not completely finished, but it’s gotten to a certain point.”

 

I followed Bulbark and asked.

 

“What stage does ‘gotten to a certain point’ mean for a sword?”

 

“Before sharpening it on the whetstone. Perfect timing that you came. You brought that fellow too, right?”

 

As soon as he finished speaking, Karnas poked his head out.

 

“Kyirk?”

 

“Huh. What a fascinating fellow.”

 

Because he’s a dragon.

 

“He hasn’t changed at all from before. Does he not grow originally?”

 

Turns out he’s mini-sized.

 

“Sharpening Arcanium is no ordinary task either, so I was just thinking about that fellow’s flames.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“I’ll have to engrave not just my name on the sword, but that fellow’s name too.”

 

“Kyi-rk!”

 

Karnas lifted his head with a proud expression. Seeing this, Bulbark furrowed his brow.

 

“…Don’t tell me he understands what we’re saying?”

 

I shrugged my shoulders instead of answering.

 

Bulbark shook his head as if dumbfounded.

 

“There are so many fascinating things outside the forge.”

 

But that was it.

 

His reaction wasn’t much different from how he treated the Ancient Mana Concentrator.

 

I think Bulbark is the most fascinating one.

 

How can someone see an Ancient Mana Concentrator and a dragon and have such a reaction?

 

“This way.”

 

Anyway, Bulbark finally showed me the sword he was crafting.

 

A pure white sword blade, somehow forged.

 

A handle that seemed like it would fit perfectly in my hand.

 

Just looking at it gave off the feeling of a masterpiece.

 

“After sharpening the blade and touching it up a bit more, it’ll be finished.”

 

Actually, I don’t have much desire for weapons.

 

You can tell just by how I roughly handle the spear Father gave me as a gift.

 

I don’t know about this one, but since I got it, I should swing it well.

 

“It won’t break, right?”

 

Bulbark showed an incredulous reaction to my words.

 

“Arcanium breaking? It’s a metal that can’t even be forged without this fellow’s flames.”

 

“Kyi-rk!”

 

“Kid, no matter how roughly you handle it, it’ll never break or chip. At least not against weapons made from ordinary metals.”

 

“That’s good enough then.”

 

Still, since he’s saying this much, maybe I should try to take care of it?

 

I asked with that thought.

 

“Can I hold it?”

 

“It’s your sword, so why are you asking me for permission.”

 

Geez, his reactions are really unpredictable.

 

Anyway, I picked up the sword.

 

But then-

 

“…What’s this now.”

 

The moment I gripped the sword, the sword body slowly began to emit light.

 

Green light.

 

“The reactivity transferred over intact…”

 

It’s exactly the same reaction as when I first visited the forge and discovered and touched the Arcanium.

 

“As expected… you’re a fascinating fellow.”

 

Bulbark seemed quite excited.

 

But I felt a bit different.

 

This…

 

It’s bothersome.

 

“Can’t this light be turned off?”

 

“…”

 

At this rate.

 

I’ll only be able to use it during broad daylight.

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