Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 15

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 15

5. This is What Talent Is (2)

A familiar.

To be precise, an egg that could become any kind of familiar.

Even if you weren’t a summoner, as long as you could infuse mana to imprint yourself as the owner and hatch it, you could permanently command what would otherwise be a temporarily summoned beast – a truly precious item.

I carefully took out the glass case containing the golden egg.

The light it absorbed and emitted from the sunlight was so enchanting that I thought it might be worth a fortune just for that alone.

“I was told to infuse mana morning and evening, right?”

Dusk was slowly falling.

I lifted the case and finally placed my hand on the golden egg.

I didn’t feel anything particularly special.

Naturally, since it hadn’t hatched yet, perhaps?

“Hmm.”

I infused mana while recalling Little Sister’s words.

She said that familiars required patience and consistent mana infusion to even have a chance of hatching.

Moreover, the nature of the mana had to match, and various other undiscovered demanding conditions needed to be met for hatching.

Since there weren’t many samples yet, that was all Little Sister knew.

That’s why there were eggs that spent their entire existence changing owners without anyone discovering the conditions for hatching.

“Am I one of those cases too?”

It was too early to judge, but even after infusing mana for a while, there was no reaction from the egg.

Perhaps it was natural.

Even after trying various methods like changing the mana flow or gently infusing it, there was no perceptible reaction.

Of course, I wasn’t disappointed or regretful.

“It would be too greedy to expect satisfaction from the first spoonful.”

I was someone who had endured silently even when cursed at and beaten by rough soldiers on the battlefield just because they were in a bad mood or a comrade had died.

Patience was my greatest weapon.

Knock knock.

“Young Master, I’m asking if you’re ready.”

“Ah, I’m coming out.”

Just then, Herman’s voice was heard, so I covered the egg with the glass case again and placed it under the window where sunlight still streamed in.

“Still, a sunny spot would be better than shade, right?”

Just as I was about to leave the room after grabbing my short spear.

Woong.

“Huh?”

I thought I heard some sound.

I approached the egg, thinking it couldn’t be.

“Herman, wait a moment.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

I opened the case and examined the egg.

There didn’t seem to be any cracks or change in position.

I couldn’t sense any residual mana either.

Just in case, I tried infusing mana again, but there was no reaction.

“Ah.”

Getting my hopes up for nothing.

Well, it would be ridiculous to expect a reaction in just one day, right?

I covered the case again and stood up from my spot.

I put thoughts about the egg aside for now.

What I needed to do right now was spear arts and mana training.

I also had tracking technique training with Mother scheduled for tonight.

“I’m coming out now.”

I left the room filled with anticipation and headed to the training ground with Herman.

After arriving at the training ground, Herman took a position to one side.

Thinking he might stand all day like last time, I made sure to tell him to sit this time before I gripped my short spear.

“Phew.”

After a deep breath, I began thrusting.

Training is a continuous process of tedious and dry repetition.

Only after repeating the same movement thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of times does a single movement finally become complete.

That’s why I didn’t focus on immediately increasing the number of mana cores.

In fact, at the current growing stage, one mana core was sufficient. A path once walked can always be walked again.

So I followed my routine and performed 100 thrusts 10 times before finally putting down my spear and catching my breath.

“Young Master, please have some water.”

“Ah, Herman. Thank you.”

While drinking the water he offered, I heard Herman’s praise.

“You seem amazing. How can you do a thousand times… Even experienced knights would find it difficult to maintain such consistency.”

I smiled at those words and returned the water bottle.

This was all thanks to the mana core.

The moment you create a mana core, your body becomes activated and doesn’t tire easily.

Even creating just one greatly enhances the body’s activity level.

Of course, mana cores aren’t omnipotent.

Just because you have good stamina doesn’t mean anyone can thrust a thousand times without losing form.

I suppose you need patience.

For someone like me who had been through battlefields since childhood, it wasn’t particularly difficult.

“It gets easier as you do it.”

I smiled and accepted the tart as well.

As I took a big bite, sweetness spread gently throughout my mouth.

This was the taste. It’s not good to eat too much, but it’s a taste I can’t give up.

This was all because of my previous life.

During wartime, sugar was too precious, and such precious items couldn’t possibly reach front-line soldiers.

That’s why I considered sugar quite important. After my treatment improved following the creation of my mana core, I even thought it would be nice to receive sugar instead of wages.

Sweet things really are the best.

“Go ahead and eat.”

“Ah, th-thank you very much.”

I chuckled watching Herman eat his tart as soon as my words finished. He must have really wanted to eat it.

“It’s so delicious, Young Master. Thank you.”

“Tell me anytime you want to eat some.”

“Ah, no. How could I dare to…”

“The head chef gets annoyed if he has to bake them one at a time.”

“…Thank you.”

I took another bite of the tart and enjoyed the wind blowing from the south.

I suddenly thought of Leila. I wonder if she’s practicing diligently? If she accidentally fires that mana bullet in the carriage, the Duke will scold her.

I also thought of Leila’s swordsmanship.

She has quite a bit of talent, actually.

Just like how she boldly declared she would surpass her brothers to become the head of the family. Thinking that I contributed to that made a smile leak between my lips.

Should I have tried sparring with her?

A match between spear and sword would be a bit awkward, wouldn’t it?

“Hmm….”

I pondered for a moment, then wrapped the short spear in its cover and set it aside before standing up.

Then I went to the weapon rack and looked at a practice sword.

“Young Master? Are you going to practice swordsmanship?”

“Ah, yeah. Just. I wanted to swing it once.”

Come to think of it, I hadn’t swung a sword even once since my reincarnation.

Part of it was finding joy in learning a new weapon, and part of it was that I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a sword when I thought of Father’s expectation-filled gaze.

But that didn’t mean I could abandon the talent for swords that had changed my life in my previous life.

I thought I’d swing one someday….

It seemed like that someday was now.

I picked up a short sword. I was slightly surprised by the completely different weight distribution from a spear, but only briefly.

Swoosh, swoosh.

After swinging it at the air a few times, the familiar sensation quickly returned.

A weapon I had swung millions of times on battlefields, crossing between life and death.

I took a proper stance in earnest.

And I performed basic movements like horizontal slash, vertical slash, diagonal slash, and thrust.

“This is good.”

The returning sensation hadn’t dulled at all.

It wasn’t fast or destructive, perhaps due to the limitations of a child’s body, but even so, it was very satisfying to my eyes.

“Should I train with both from now on?”

One day spear, one day sword.

It didn’t seem bad.

After about ten minutes of this.

When I finally put down the sword, I could see Herman’s dazed expression.

“Young Master… when did you practice swordsmanship?”

I was slightly flustered.

This was the first time swinging a sword with Dane Sogress’s body, yet I had swung it as if it wasn’t the first time.

Ah, should I say I saw it in a dream?

That’s when I was pondering.

“As expected… you’re a genius. Even in swordsmanship you have talent….”

Hmm.

It seems being a genius is quite convenient.

The castle that had been bustling with the banquet finally found peace. Count Sogress stretched and yawned as if he could finally breathe.

“Phew. It’s tiring to do this every year.”

Still, there were many gains from this banquet.

As many as 30 noble families attended the banquet.

It reconfirmed the fact that various nobles were paying attention to the Southern Region.

Most of them hoped to establish good relations with Sogress County.

Now that the war was over, this Southern Region with its good climate was full of things they would drool over.

But such things were nothing compared to the attention his son Dane Sogress had received.

‘The conflict with the eldest son of Count Tiren was unexpected, but he handled it wisely, unlike a child.’

Count Sogress was more pleased with how Dane handled the situation than the fact that he had beaten Digron.

Not only did he remain calm in front of adults, but his way of explaining the situation coherently and confidently proving his talent.

Everything was satisfying.

Of course, he was also happy that Digron was defeated.

But actually… it was a bit excessive.

“It would be nice if he were a bit more childlike.”

Sometimes acting spoiled, sometimes throwing tantrums, sometimes showing childlike behavior would be nice, but on the other hand, it was regrettable.

Was it because he learned a lot from his sisters?

Or was it because he overflowed with too much talent?

Others would scold him for making such trivial complaints, but still, wasn’t he the youngest?

So he wanted to cherish him for as long as possible and watch over him for as long as possible.

“I wonder if my daughters did well on their exams.”

Should I say he wanted to send him out into the outside world a bit slower than his two daughters who left for the Academy when their time came?

The two had to be sent to the Academy because they showed talent in magic and summoning arts respectively, but Dane was different.

He wanted to do so, even if it was just an excuse to thoroughly teach him spear arts.

“Hmm. It’s about time to go.”

In that sense, it was time to go out for spear training with his son today as well.

Count Sogress stood up and paused when he saw his weapon Dragon Tale placed in one corner of his office.

Then he smiled and picked up Dragon Tale.

“Should I let him try swinging it once?”

It wouldn’t be easy with a seven-year-old’s body, but just holding it might make him feel greater interest in spear arts.

Count Sogress, who headed to the training ground carrying Dragon Tale for the first time in a while, was shocked.

“A sword…?”

His son was practicing with a sword, not a spear.

His heart sank for a moment.

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