Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 156

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 156

 

103. Return to Daily Life (2)

 

This is a joyful occasion.

 

“Anyone can give advice. In the end, accepting that advice isn’t something just anyone can do.”

 

“Giving appropriate advice isn’t something just anyone can do either.”

 

Since he was right, I nodded in agreement.

 

“Then I’ll consider that I helped you. Pay me back later.”

 

“Haha. Of course.”

 

It’s a joke, but he’s actually taking it seriously.

 

Well, if he insists on repaying the favor, I won’t refuse.

 

“I put the footwork method and sword advice you gave me to good use. Of course, I’m barely at the bottom of the rankings now.”

 

To think he passed that difficult sparring test.

 

It’s definitely something worth celebrating.

 

“That alone is an incredible achievement. Aren’t you an official knight of Duke Termion House that everyone admires?”

 

“Young Master defeated such a knight.”

 

Really, this flattery is too much.

 

“By the way, Senior Dorian who was defeated back then is now gritting his teeth in training. He’s become like a demon. He’s really grinding his teeth.”

 

If I meet him next time, I’ll gladly face him.

 

“Still, it is strange. How could an Academy freshman do that against an official knight…”

 

Well, it’s getting tiresome to explain that now.

 

“If I get the chance later, I’d definitely like to spar with you again.”

 

“Even now would be fine.”

 

“Ha, haha. That would be good too, but… today I’ll focus on my guide duties, and I’ll ask for a match later when I’m confident.”

 

“Confident you can win?”

 

At those words, Quantas smiled awkwardly.

 

“Confident that I can land at least one sword strike.”

 

How modest.

 

It feels like I’ve met a warrior I like after a long time.

 

Anyway, I followed Quantas toward Termion’s Forge.

 

“I’ll wait out front.”

 

“It might take a long time.”

 

“I can wait all day. It’s my duty today.”

 

“Alright. I’ll be back.”

 

If he had been under my command in my previous life, I would have treasured this type. What a shame.

 

Creak.

 

Anyway, the forge door opens again.

 

The scale is magnificent no matter when I see it.

 

As I entered, I heard Bulbark’s voice from a distance.

 

“Kid, you’re here? Come inside.”

 

Is it because of the smell?

 

He knows like a ghost even without seeing my face.

 

“The smell is one thing, but your presence, kid… how should I put it… it’s quite unique?”

 

I chuckled as I faced Bulbark, who spoke as if he had read my thoughts.

 

“Do all dwarves have amazing abilities like you, old man?”

 

“Old man! By dwarf standards, I’m still young!”

 

Bulbark protested vehemently and then cleared his throat.

 

“Ahem. Of course, I’m a mutant so that’s why, but there are plenty of dwarves with unique abilities. Though they’re hard to see these days because of the war.”

 

Ah.

 

I remember.

 

Because of the war, several races had no choice but to live in hiding.

 

The dwarf race is one of them.

 

More precisely, the dwarves living within the Alteon Empire territory.

 

“Damn bastards. They framed the dwarf race with charges of providing weapons to Drenik to control them.”

 

Hmm. Everyone interprets it slightly differently, but… that’s the right story.

 

It’s just that since this is inside the Alteon Empire, he can’t say it carelessly anywhere.

 

“Anyway, if you ever meet a dwarf later, treat them well. I don’t know about Drenik, but all the dwarves living in Alteon are living on scraps.”

 

“Would they know if I mention your name?”

 

“Of course! Though I’m not welcome anywhere, that doesn’t mean my skills are looked down upon. Wait, I told you I’m not an old man!”

 

I giggled and moved on to the main topic.

 

“Got it. I’ll treat them well when I meet them. By the way, what about the sword?”

 

“It’s all done. That’s why I can leisurely exchange jokes with you like this, kid. Follow me.”

 

That’s welcome news.

 

This time, Bulbark led me not to the workshop but to the exhibition hall.

 

“Oh.”

 

I let out a short exclamation as I entered the exhibition hall.

 

Inside, all kinds of weapons were displayed magnificently in rows and columns by type.

 

Weapons, armor, artifacts…

 

If I sold all this, I could easily buy a castle.

 

“Selling just one would easily cover several years of a typical baron house’s finances.”

 

“That much?”

 

“Of course. Look who made them. Though not everything here was made with someone in mind.”

 

Bulbark said that while looking at me.

 

“Well, yours is worth about… 5 years’ worth at a glance.”

 

“That’s less than I thought.”

 

“What are you talking about? Not a baron house, but 5 years of the Imperial Palace budget easily.”

 

How can one sword be that expensive?

 

This is ridiculous.

 

So I’m currently carrying around a sword worth 5 years of the Imperial Palace budget at my waist?

 

My back might give out.

 

“Something that’s the only one in the world is that special. You really can’t just abuse this!”

 

Bulbark’s earnest plea.

 

It’s not like a weapon is a feather that flies away when you blow on it.

 

“Didn’t you say the blade doesn’t dull easily?”

 

“…I was a fool for trying to persuade you. Sigh, fine. Even if you abuse it, it won’t show, but still give it at least minimal care.”

 

“I should do at least that much.”

 

I do wipe off blood and fat after cutting something. If I put it in the sheath in that state, it’s really troublesome to deal with. The smell gets bad later too.

 

“Anyway, take a good look.”

 

Bulbark said that and finally showed me my sword.

 

More precisely, it was my sword contained in a sheath.

 

“You seemed like you’d hate anything flashy, so I tried to capture subtle elegance.”

 

As Bulbark said, the sheath had no burdensome decorations or patterns.

 

Instead, our family’s symbols of a lion and snake were elegantly engraved, which I quite liked.

 

“Since it has to withstand the aura and mana of Arcanium, I used appropriate wood. Have you heard of the ‘Eternal Tree’?”

 

Bulbark continued very proudly.

 

“It’s wood that adventurers occasionally put up on the black market. There’s nothing better as material for a sheath that accepts mana and handles aura. And that’s not all? The leather is…”

 

Words full of craftsmanship and pride continued, and I accepted the sword.

 

There was no exaggeration at all.

 

The leather texture was excellent, and the sheath’s craftsmanship was perfect. At least better than any sword I’ve seen so far.

 

Of course, what’s important is the contents.

 

Shing.

 

The moment I drew the sword about a span, an intense aura burst forth along with a green light.

 

“I really can’t use this at night.”

 

At my first reaction upon seeing the sword, Bulbark sighed and shook his head.

 

But aside from that, the aura and power emanating from the sword were at an incredible level.

 

The confidence I felt the moment I gripped the sword.

 

With this, I felt like I could cut through anything. Just like when I cut through the staff with ‘Oldius’ embedded as its core.

 

“It’s excellent.”

 

Only then did Bulbark brighten up.

 

“Really?”

 

I fully drew the sword and held it up in the air as I spoke.

 

“Yes. It’s good. The weight balance is perfect, and the sword’s ring when drawn isn’t too loud either.”

 

“As expected, I knew you’d appreciate it…”

 

Bulbark suddenly tilted his head.

 

“Wait, why am I getting happy?”

 

Was I being too indifferent?

 

“You brat, you’ve finally obtained the finest sword made by the Empire’s greatest master blacksmith!”

 

“I know. Why wouldn’t I?”

 

“…Let’s not talk about it.”

 

It doesn’t seem to be thanks to the ‘composure’ I gained from the third circle, and my impression ends right here.

 

Clack.

 

I sheathed the sword back into its scabbard.

 

I’ll have use for it someday.

 

During the day, not at night.

 

“Is everything finished now?”

 

“Yes, the sword-making is complete. Oh, and take this too.”

 

What Bulbark brought after disappearing briefly was the spear I’d received as a gift from Father.

 

“I sharpened the blade well and slightly ‘reinforced’ it.”

 

“Reinforced?”

 

“Yes. I applied some metallurgy to maintain the aura and hardness for a while.”

 

Bulbark said this while slightly averting his gaze and continued.

 

“Come back later if the piercing or cutting sensation diminishes. Oh, of course the same goes for the sword.”

 

“Can I come back even when there’s nothing more to make?”

 

“Originally, a master blacksmith takes responsibility for what he’s made until the end. After-service, don’t you know?”

 

This fellow, is he feeling regretful thinking he won’t see me anymore now that the sword is finished?

 

“Come if there’s any problem with the sword. Got it? It’s absolutely not because I want to see a indifferent brat like you, absolutely not.”

 

Right, he is feeling regretful.

 

“I will.”

 

In the midst of this, Karnas poked his head out from my chest.

 

“Kyiruk!”

 

Bulbark was startled for a moment, then smiled and thanked Karnas.

 

“Ah, right. This little fellow was here too. Whatever you are, little one, thanks to you I completed this brat’s sword. Thank you.”

 

“Kyi-ruk!”

 

Karnas lifted his head with a proud expression, then suddenly looked around.

 

Then he stretched out his front paw toward a fire-containing artifact not far away.

 

“Kyiruk! Kyiruk!”

 

Bulbark tilted his head and brought over the artifact.

 

“This thing?”

 

“Kyiruk!”

 

I caught on to Karnas’s intention and chuckled.

 

“He seems to want to give you a gift.”

 

When Bulbark set down the artifact, Karnas popped out of my chest and flapped his wings in the air.

 

Then-

 

“Kyireuuuuk!”

 

Whoooosh!

 

He breathed out intense flames that enveloped the artifact, and soon the inside of the artifact was rippling with crimson flames.

 

“Kyi-ruk!”

 

Having finished breathing out the flames, Karnas returned to my chest with a proud expression.

 

And the inside of the artifact burned more intensely than before, just like when it was filled with flames to make my sword.

 

“Use it well.”

 

“Kyiruk!”

 

Bulbark picked up the artifact Karnas had filled and muttered in a daze.

 

“…Come again next time. You must.”

 

I smiled at the dazed Bulbark.

 

Hmm.

 

I’ve obtained the sword.

 

Now then, shall I go test it out?

 

* * *

 

Professor Keltas was one of those people who didn’t pay much attention to the series of incidents that had turned the Academy upside down.

 

Not only did the Autonomous Department have little contact with the Magic Department…

 

But Professor Keltas himself had a leisurely personality where he didn’t care about anything that wasn’t his own business.

 

Besides, he didn’t have time to worry about other matters.

 

“Hehehe. It’ll take 10 years to drink all of this.”

 

That was because he had made a fortune this time and purchased the alcohol collection he’d always been eyeing.

 

A whopping 1,000 Crown Gold Coins or more.

 

It was the result of betting on Dane in the Subjugation Force betting.

 

“If I’d known this would happen, I should have bet on the academy division too.”

 

Professor Keltas knew Dane’s skill level well.

 

But he never expected him to take first place in the academy division too.

 

Thanks to that, he received congratulations from various places, but he felt quite bitter.

 

“Can’t be helped.”

 

Still, thanks to his remarkable student, he had earned money that far exceeded a year’s salary in one go.

 

“Good. Which one should I try drinking first…”

 

It was just as Professor Keltas was licking his lips.

 

Knock knock.

 

Along with the knocking sound, Dane’s voice could be heard.

 

“Professor, I’m here for class.”

 

“…”

 

Right.

 

That’s right.

 

Today was the day for weekly class.

 

Of all days, today!

 

“Damn, to think I’d mistake the date.”

 

Is it because I’m getting older?

 

Lately, I’ve been forgetting things more often.

 

“Can’t be helped.”

 

I’ll have to finish quickly and then drink.

 

Actually, this worked out well.

 

A drink after swinging a sword is truly exquisite.

 

“Come in.”

 

However, Professor Keltas soon had a premonition that today’s class wouldn’t end very early.

 

“…What’s that supposed to be?”

 

Professor Keltas immediately noticed the new sword hanging at Dane’s waist.

 

“Ah, it’s a newly made sword.”

 

“Looks like you’ve made something tremendous.”

 

Dane responded with a grin instead of words.

 

Of course, it wasn’t just because of the sword.

 

“Have you grown stronger again?”

 

“I can’t fool you. I tried to come acting as natural as possible.”

 

“Hah. The very aura you’re giving off is different.”

 

Professor Keltas clicked his tongue.

 

This fellow seems to get stronger every week I see him.

 

‘At this rate, by the time this guy graduates… won’t he surpass me?’

 

He’s already this strong as just a freshman, so what will he be like by graduation?

 

“I was thinking the same thing, that you seemed stronger, so I came with quite high expectations today.”

 

“To test out your new sword as well?”

 

“Yes. You should prepare something sturdy.”

 

Professor Keltas burst into laughter at those words.

 

“No matter how sturdy your sword is, what good would that do? The sword I wield won’t break.”

 

It was a natural display of confidence.

 

The world of swordsmanship is one where you can’t solve everything with just the strength of your sword alone.

 

“Then I guess I’ll be learning a lesson today.”

 

Watching him grinning like that, I wondered where on earth that confidence came from.

 

I know he’s going to the Imperial Palace soon, but I’m worried he might act like this even in front of the Emperor.

 

‘Still, it should be entertaining.’

 

A confident Academy freshman in front of the Emperor.

 

If that fellow were his student, nothing could be more delightful and interesting.

 

“Good. Today we’ll spar with real swords again. We’ll go until one of us gets tired.”

 

“Sounds good.”

 

And after the sparring began—

 

Professor Keltas soon realized.

 

Clang!

 

“….”

 

“It split in half. Looks like you’ll need a new sword.”

 

That Dane’s new sword was sharper and sturdier than expected.

 

And.

 

“I’ll need to change clothes too.”

 

That Dane’s skill level had improved even more.

 

Professor Keltas let out a hollow laugh looking at his torn and fluttering shirt.

 

If before he had touched his collar with a practice sword, now he was tearing his clothes with a real sword.

 

This wasn’t a situation to take lightly.

 

‘Well, I guess I’ll need to step up my skills from now on.’

 

Professor Keltas smiled with satisfaction.

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