Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 179

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 179

 

119. Those Who Fled (2)

 

Though I obtained the third ancient mana concentrate, naturally I can’t decipher all the characters.

 

Therefore, I haven’t fully decoded the ancient books Duke Termion gifted me back then, or the ancient books I brought from the Imperial Treasury.

 

There are fragmentary facts I’ve discovered from them, but I haven’t uncovered all the facts.

 

However-

 

This diary seems a bit different.

 

Perhaps because most of the books I’ve read so far contained professional terminology, this diary reads very well.

 

“100 days after the kingdom’s fall… we finally managed to scrape together enough mana for everyone to move.”

 

These are the ones who fled.

 

Those who fled to survive after the ancient magic kingdom, Arcana, fell.

 

But the teleportation magic they activated by gathering their last remaining strength took them to an unexpected place.

 

“So they just moved without any platform.”

 

Truly befitting the ancient magic kingdom.

 

Modern teleportation essentially requires platforms.

 

Whether at the departure point or the arrival point.

 

Scrolls are the same.

 

The scroll acts as a kind of departure platform, and when you tear that scroll, something exists at the destination to serve as a platform.

 

“Platforms are essential for teleportation.”

 

“Yeah. Movement itself is possible without them, but it’s too unstable and you could end up with your whole body decomposing. And who knows where those decomposed body parts would go.”

 

At my grim words, Leila gasped and drew in a sharp breath.

 

According to Big Sister, teleportation connects spaces and leaps across them instantly, so moving without platforms is unimaginable.

 

But these people cast teleportation without even that.

 

Just like people from the ancient magic kingdom.

 

Even enabling all these people to move at once.

 

Of course…

 

“Of all places, they had to come here.”

 

Most unluckily, they ended up on this Atalia Island where blizzards rage.

 

Should I say they’re lucky they didn’t fall into the sea?

 

“What does it say next, Dane?”

 

“Then they wandered around. With several people dying each day. Then they discovered this cave and ended up staying here.”

 

A prison, essentially.

 

Even now, without a skilled captain and good ship, you wouldn’t dare come here or try to escape-

 

For those who barely managed to gather mana for teleportation, this would have been too harsh an environment.

 

“Couldn’t they teleport again?”

 

“Apparently not. It would require an enormous amount of mana, and people were already dying continuously.”

 

Eventually these people wandered and drifted here, surviving on what little supplies remained…

 

“Then a traitor appeared.”

 

“A traitor?”

 

“These people seemed to have a mission. Seeing how they mention the ‘necklace’…”

 

Right.

 

The thing Saint Aimar brought, that I came to possess, and that has now become an ancient mana concentrate settled in my body.

 

“Protecting this was their mission.”

 

Then why?

 

The reason for that wasn’t mentioned.

 

Why these people were guarding that necklace, why the kingdom fell, what exactly their status was.

 

Everything uncertain can only be speculation.

 

Still, I learned one thing.

 

These ancient mana concentrates somehow spread across the world when Arcana fell…

 

“What happened to the others with missions like ours. Did those who went to ‘Nebodan’ survive. That place may not be prosperous, but it won’t be as cold as here.”

 

One of those places is the region called ‘Nebodan’.

 

“Nebodan?”

 

Ernest immediately reacted.

 

“I’ve heard of it somewhere… I’d need to go look it up to be sure, but I heard Nebodan is an old place name somewhere in Drenik.”

 

“Really?”

 

Drenik.

 

A place I miss.

 

Though it was a battlefield, I was born, raised, and died on that land.

 

“Then we have one more place we need to visit someday.”

 

“…Are you serious, Dane?”

 

At Leila’s words, I shrugged my shoulders.

 

“Is there any reason we can’t go?”

 

Drenik.

 

Of course there’s no reason we can’t go.

 

From a political perspective, as the youngest Young Master of Sogress County, it’s a place I shouldn’t go-

 

But otherwise, isn’t it a place I can visit anytime?

 

Whether in disguise or by some other method.

 

“I’ve been thinking for a while, but wasn’t Dane just lucky every time?”

 

“Teacher Priscilla, I somewhat agree with that. My goodness, Teacher, going to Drenik… How long has it been since the war ended?”

 

Even at Priscilla and Dorian’s words, I just laughed.

 

Actually, I’m looking forward to it.

 

Right, it’s the legacy of a prosperous kingdom, so it can’t be spread only in this country.

 

This works out well anyway.

 

I was feeling a bit nostalgic.

 

Not that I miss the battlefield, but just the scent of the land where my previous life was born and raised.

 

“But I’m curious what might be in Drenik. I heard that place became mainstream with mechanical engineering instead of magical engineering.”

 

Right, I knew Ernest would say this.

 

“Right? Aren’t you curious?”

 

“Yeah. Extremely. I want to see the mechanical devices and what’s there! Instead of this, should I learn the Drenik language as soon as we return?”

 

Come to think of it, naturally the languages of this place and Drenik are different. There are some overlapping parts, but mostly they don’t communicate.

 

So when I go to Drenik, I won’t have any language problems at all.

 

I even know words and nuances used only in various regions of Drenik, thanks to meeting all kinds of people on the battlefield.

 

Anyway, back to the story.

 

“These people ultimately died because of one traitor.”

 

“You mean those remains we found before coming here?”

 

“Right, that person.”

 

According to the diary, that person ran away with the necklace and cast magic on the door we broke through during the escape.

 

“How terrible…”

 

Leila covered her mouth.

 

Understandably so.

 

After all, it means these people here starved to death without being able to escape from this very spot.

 

Ironically, the fellow who betrayed them also died.

 

I don’t know why they died, but they couldn’t even fully escape the cave.

 

“If I roughly speculate… the ‘mission’ they speak of ultimately involves doing something with the necklace containing Arcana’s mana. Whether protecting this ancient mana concentrate or taking it somewhere.”

 

Whatever it was, I don’t really know the purpose.

 

This is a diary with only very fragmentary contents written.

 

A diary is naturally written as the writer pleases.

 

They don’t bother writing facts they know well.

 

Still, I was able to learn many facts.

 

That these people originated from Arcana, that they came with a ‘mission’, that one of the ancient mana concentrates is in the ‘Nebodan’ region of Drenik.

 

And….

 

That they met unfortunate deaths.

 

Therefore, this was all we could do for them.

 

“Let’s gather their belongings and collect the remains.”

 

Priscilla immediately nodded her head.

 

“Let’s do as Dane says. I wouldn’t feel right leaving them like this. At the very least, we should send them back to God’s embrace.”

 

When I see her like this, she really seems like someone from the Theology Department.

 

* * *

 

While collecting the remains, we were able to learn several more facts.

 

There were a total of about 40 bodies.

 

Among them, some appeared to be of quite high status.

 

This was a fact we deduced from the style, patterns, and materials of their clothing.

 

Scratch, scratch.

 

Ernest, true to form, was recording all of these things and even adding color illustrations.

 

“There’s more here too, Teacher Dane.”

 

And another thing was that they all used special communication devices.

 

Surprisingly, they were much smaller than current ones.

 

They seemed to be worn on the wrist, and were much smaller and lighter than the ‘compact crystal orb’ that Big Sister developed.

 

The magic of this era was truly incredible.

 

“Big Sister would love it if I brought this to her.”

 

Though it’s too old to operate easily, Big Sister would find a way.

 

“Oh, what’s this? It looks interesting.”

 

And various tools and objects that were only used in that era.

 

I feel a bit sorry for their original owners, but what can we do.

 

We’ll have to use them gratefully for good purposes.

 

They’ll probably be a great help in understanding the lifestyle and magic level of that time.

 

Though even if we figure it out, making it public is another matter.

 

“There’s going to be a flood of inventions, isn’t there?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

With Big Sister’s abilities, analyzing the principles and structures of these objects and applying them to new products wouldn’t be difficult.

 

Anyway, after finishing collecting the belongings, we gathered all the remains together, dug into the cave’s ground, and buried the remains inside.

 

Afterwards, we covered the ground again and erected a small tombstone on top.

 

I shaped a suitable rock with my Arcanium sword, and Ernest carved the inscription.

 

-The escapees of Arcana rest here.

 

“That should do it.”

 

And we left the cave space, leaving the place where the door had been as it was.

 

This was because of what Priscilla said.

 

“There should be a way for souls to escape. If we do this and then block it with a door, these people will be stuck here forever.”

 

“Is that what they say in the Theology Department?”

 

“No. Just my own thought.”

 

I chuckled at Priscilla’s response.

 

Her word choice might be a bit rough, but so what.

 

She has the warmth befitting a priest.

 

“At least we’re fortunate we didn’t encounter them as undead. If we had, I would have just completely smashed their heads….”

 

I take back what I just said.

 

“Ah.”

 

In the midst of this, as we walked out of the cave, we discovered that ‘traitor.’

 

The one who ran away with the necklace.

 

Of course, we don’t really know the reason.

 

Perhaps, ‘traitor’ was just the perspective of the person who wrote the diary.

 

Well, rather than considering such things….

 

Priscilla seemed to simply treat this person as just another set of remains.

 

“Let’s bury this person too.”

 

So we followed Priscilla’s opinion and collected these remains as well.

 

Even if not a tombstone, we made a stone grave for them.

 

“Teacher Priscilla’s heart seems too warm.”

 

At Dorian’s words, Priscilla pretended not to hear and turned her head away.

 

But I can see it.

 

Her ears turning slightly red.

 

It’s probably not just because of the cold.

 

“Let’s go now.”

 

Things finished earlier than expected.

 

It’s been two days since we arrived on the island, and there’s still about a day left until Captain Calico returns.

 

We could fire the signal flare right away, but that would be somewhat disappointing.

 

“Dane, might there be ruins somewhere? Or people living here!”

 

The one who said this was naturally Ernest.

 

And the other guys naturally showed signs of exhaustion.

 

“An exploration addict… someone who absolutely never gets tired….”

 

“This is ascetic practice, what other ascetic practice could there be….”

 

“Teachers… why do you seek out hardship….”

 

Well, even though everyone talks like that….

 

“Still, well, it’s not extremely cold. I’m curious too. This really is land where very little has been revealed.”

 

“Couldn’t we move at a leisurely pace? The island doesn’t seem to be very large.”

 

“Teachers, today I felt the weakness of my fists. I will endure this cold and train myself.”

 

Right.

 

This is how everyone gradually becomes an exploration addict.

 

“Then let’s go see. What might be there.”

 

Shall we spend about a day exploring comfortably?

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