Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 18

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 18

 

 

 

6. So What Exactly Do You Do? (2)

 

 

This man seemed to be poisoned by Red Cap Mushroom.

His fingertips had turned white, his breathing was rapid, his complexion was pale, and his pupils were constricted – the symptoms made it certain.

It was an extremely dangerous poison.

If left untreated, he would survive but his nerves would be paralyzed, and then he would suffocate and die from being unable to breathe.

Fortunately, judging by the symptoms, it hadn’t been long since he ingested it.

And I could create an antidote using plants native to this forest.

Using the dagger Mother had just given me – Night Horn.

“Dane, I don’t think Mom ever taught you about detoxification.”

“I saw it in a book.”

I had seen it in a book.

But I had learned about detoxification on the battlefield. Getting poisoned from eating mushrooms due to lack of supplies was a more common occurrence than one might think.

It was knowledge I had gained through other soldiers’ experiences and several attempts in that process.

“The ingredients for Red Cap Mushroom antidote are Sharp Grass, Black Flower, and Gilly Tree Sap, right?”

Mother nodded her head.

I moved immediately.

Fortunately, none of them were far away, and I was able to quickly gather the materials and return.

“Dane, don’t forget that you need to extract the internal components first before using Night Horn.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Etril releases the properties it contains onto whatever it touches.

So I plunged Night Horn into soft soil, waited a moment, then pulled it out. I confirmed that the jet-black blade had returned to the ore’s natural blue color.

“Son, are you sure you just saw this in a book? You’re doing it too well.”

And Mother marveled as she watched me prepare the antidote.

“You told me last time that poison and antidote are separated by a paper-thin line. So I looked it up out of curiosity.”

“How is our son so…”

I felt a pang of guilt.

But what could I do.

That was the only safe answer I had.

“Mom did well to stock detoxification-related books in the library.”

Thank goodness. I managed to get through that somehow.

I periodically checked the man’s condition while using another dagger to wound the materials and absorb their juices into Night Horn in the proper amounts.

Then Night Horn’s blade turned black again.

It meant the components had been absorbed.

“The combination seems to be done well. Try it right away. Carefully make a wound and let it absorb.”

“Yes, Mother.”

I never thought I’d be using Night Horn this quickly.

I lifted the still-groaning man’s clothes. Then I noticed a belt and the crest hanging from it.

Big Sister had told me about it before.

A tower reaching toward the sky and the legendary creature Niruksion coiled around it.

This is… the crest of Niruksion Magic Tower.

“He doesn’t seem to be an ordinary person.”

At Mother’s words, I muttered while lifting the man’s outer garment to find bare skin.

Then I made a wound in an appropriate spot with another dagger and very gently brought Night Horn to that wounded area.

“Ugh…”

The man’s groan could be heard.

Night Horn’s blade was gradually returning to its original color, meaning the antidote was being administered.

This continued for several seconds.

“Mmm…”

Red color returned to his whitened fingertips, life came back to his pale complexion, and even his trembling body stabilized.

“Well done, Dane.”

Mother’s affectionate praise reached my ears.

I inwardly sighed in relief as I removed Night Horn, put it in its scabbard, and tucked it into my chest.

“We should move him right away. I’ll carry him.”

“Let’s do that.”

I carried the man on my back and followed Mother.

“…So this could also be used to save people.”

In Mother’s faint murmur, I kicked off from the ground.

 

 

The Magic Tower Master of Niruksion Magic Tower.

Sidrain Gaus opened his eyes and bolted upright.

“Huff.”

Sidrain looked around.

It was a room with a subtle fragrance.

Judging by the decorations and soft sheets, it seemed to be a room in a well-to-do home.

“Ugh.”

Pain washed over him.

The previous situation suddenly came to mind.

“Crazy forest, crazy forest!”

Niruksion Magic Tower.

One of the most prominent magic towers in the Alteon Empire. A place that Sidrain himself proudly considered the continent’s greatest magic tower.

Sidrain was the Magic Tower Master of that place.

And now he was wandering the continent.

To escape from everything that bothered him.

Mages were that kind of people.

Unpredictable beings whose behavioral patterns were difficult to read even with ordinary people’s thinking.

Sidrain, who had casually left his Magic Tower Master’s Mark with just anyone, telling them to be the Magic Tower Master, and then departed, was a perfect example.

In fact, Sidrain was feeling bored.

8th Chain.

That was practically the end of the road for a mage.

The path toward the 9th Chain, the realm of dreams, showed no signs of opening.

Nor had there been any appealing fellow worth taking as a disciple.

So, fed up with that boredom, he had set off on a journey, and now he had been wandering the continent for several months.

“Who would have known I’d get lost in a forest.”

This had been going on for several months.

Unluckily, he had lost his way and entered the Crescent Forest.

Up to this point, it was fine.

He just needed to escape.

For him, a Magic Tower Master and 8th Chain mage, it was nothing.

But when his teleport magic wouldn’t cast, he realized something was going wrong.

The Crescent Forest.

A place known to the world only as forbidden territory.

Sidrain only knew that much.

However, it wasn’t just that much.

Ancient mana.

The entire forest was stained with ancient mana, and to put it simply, no one who entered had ever come out, so except for the Sogress Count House, no one knew about it.

That’s when it started.

Not knowing this, he cast magic repeatedly, causing mana backflow, and his entire body became battered and bruised.

“Damn it, the mana flow itself was different from what I knew, so that’s what happened.”

From then on, the ordeal began.

He wandered for about two days with mana backflow.

He also encountered magical beasts.

Despite the mana backflow, he managed to defeat them as an 8th Circle mage.

The problem was that it was extremely difficult due to the mana backflow.

After that, he searched and searched for a way out while practically starving, but ultimately couldn’t find a method.

“And why were there so damn many traps and snares in that forest.”

Later, being too hungry, he picked and ate a mushroom that caught his eye as if bewitched.

And from then on, he had no memory.

They say when a person is hungry, they can’t see anything else.

“To think that someone who’s a Tower Master of Nilyuksion would eat a mushroom and become delirious.”

Anyone who heard would have laughed heartily.

Anyway, it seemed certain that he was rescued by someone and brought here.

If he had been kidnapped, they wouldn’t have put him in such a nice room and left his belongings so neatly arranged.

“Ugh.”

By the way, whether it was the aftereffects of the poison, his stomach was burning and his head was throbbing.

He tried to sit up, but it wasn’t easy.

“Damn.”

His head was throbbing.

He almost died without even being able to transfer his magic power.

For reference, mages usually have one disciple each, unless they’re particularly eccentric people.

And before dying, they usually transfer their mana to that disciple, passing on their knowledge and the nature of their mana.

It’s not just that, but there’s also the literal meaning of disciple – someone they teach and raise in various ways while alive.

But Sidrain didn’t have a disciple yet.

It was partly due to his personality of disliking bothersome things, but also because there was no one who caught his fancy.

‘A disciple or whatever, it doesn’t matter if I have one or not.’

Unless there was someone who really caught his fancy.

Knock knock.

Then the door opened and someone entered.

It was a man.

Silver hair and green eyes.

Distinct features.

Tall height and sturdy build too.

‘Damn handsome.’

As Sidrain formed that first impression, the man’s voice reached his ears.

“You’re still undergoing detoxification, so you shouldn’t move.”

“Detoxification?”

“Yes. You ate a Red Cap Mushroom. Fortunately, we found you in time to detoxify and move you.”

Red Cap Mushroom.

Only then did he realize what a crazy thing he had done.

“It’s a very dangerous mushroom. If we had been a little later, you would have been found as a corpse.”

“Ahem…”

Sidrain moved his stiff body around and suddenly asked.

“Wait, then where is this place?”

“This is the Annex Tower of Count Sogress Castle.”

“Count Sogress Castle…”

To think he came to the south, got lost, became poisoned and delirious, and ended up rolling into Count Sogress Castle of all places.

“Please rest for now. I’ve reported to Father, so he’ll come to see you once your body recovers.”

“Father?”

“Count Aken Sogress.”

“…Then you are.”

“Yes, I’m Dane Sogress, the youngest son of the Sogress Count House.”

“Huh.”

He thought of Arabella Sogress, the talent among talents that all magic towers were currently targeting.

So this was that girl’s younger brother.

This was interesting.

“So you’re Dane Sogress?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I owe you my life. Thank you. Who discovered me?”

“I discovered you. I was training with Mother at the time.”

This was utterly embarrassing.

While someone was fighting for their life at death’s door, someone else was leisurely training in that forest.

“Anyone who isn’t a member of Sogress would face the same situation. Ancient mana has been cast there since long ago, making it easy to enter but difficult to exit, and with traps and magical beasts everywhere, it’s hard to survive for long. Mana operation is also restricted.”

As if reading these thoughts, explanations followed.

“In the very distant past, it was used as a place to confine criminals and make them wander until death.”

“It was a crazy forest. It’s different from what I knew.”

Dane nodded.

“It’s a place that only our family knows about. Because the mana flow is different from modern mana, it’s like a natural enemy to mages, and you even ate the mushroom.”

“Ugh.”

In short, it was a place like poison to mages.

For mages who contain mana in vessels called ‘circles’ and use that flow, ancient mana that interferes with mana operation was truly like a natural enemy.

He almost really died without even leaving a body to be found.

“But you can rest assured now.”

Wait.

Then does that mean this fellow was already training in such a dangerous forest?

“Then did you also make the antidote by any chance?”

“That’s right. Fortunately, it seems to have been made well.”

It was absurd.

Sidrain was a mage, but he knew well how difficult detoxification was.

Detoxification was only possible when three elements aligned: proper mixing, proper administration, and extensive related knowledge.

He heard the boy was only fourteen years old, and he accomplished that?

“You really detoxified the Red Cap Mushroom poison?”

“Yes.”

“Unbelievable. Haha.”

Naturally, it was unbelievable.

But there didn’t seem to be any reason to dismiss it as a lie.

There would be nothing to gain from lying about it.

‘Especially in front of me, a Tower Master.’

More than that, could that sturdy, tall build really be fourteen years old?

Count Sogress was also famous for his imposing physique.

But Dane’s height was close to the Count’s, and his shoulders were so broad that in a few years, he would probably surpass the Count entirely.

‘It’s a crazy family, a crazy family.’

Arabella Sogress with her legendary magical talent.

I’m not particularly interested, but I still hear the name of that genius summoner Claire Sogress quite often.

And then there’s Dane Sogress, who supposedly inherited all those talents plus his parents’ talents as well.

What kind of family is this?

If we were still at war, the Sogress Count House might have become the greatest noble family in the Alteon Empire.

“Then I owe you a great debt.”

“That’s how it works out.”

Look at this fellow.

Quite bold indeed.

Usually people would show modesty at this point.

Is he being arrogant? Or perhaps…

Sidrain asked, intending to probe a little further.

“Hmm. If I owe a debt, I should naturally repay it. Is there something you want? Well, I’m not particularly interested, but until recently I was the master of Niruksion Magic Tower. I’m wandering now, but that doesn’t mean I have absolutely nothing.”

He was referring to his spatial storage.

Thanks to spatial storage, there are plenty of mages who live roughly, holed up in research labs without homes.

“Ah, is that so.”

But an indifferent response came back.

It might have felt that way because he had high expectations, but in any case, it was clear the boy wasn’t particularly surprised.

‘What? I said I’m a tower master, you know?’

Usually when he revealed he was a tower master, there were three types of reactions.

Surprise.

Hostility.

Or rubbing their palms together wondering if there was something to gain.

But that annoyingly handsome fellow didn’t fit into any of those categories.

Sidrain asked without backing down.

“If there’s something you want, tell me. I’ll grant it. If it’s something I can grant.”

Dane mercilessly crushed his expectations once again.

“I’ll think about it slowly.”

There was no sign of excitement, no sign of joy, and no sign of anticipation either.

Just a gentle smile.

“Well then, please rest. It’s almost time for training, so I’ll be going.”

Dane gave a light bow and left.

Click.

After the door closed, Sidrain let out a hollow laugh.

“Heh heh heh…”

He had planned to stay for just a day or two and leave as soon as his body recovered, but that wouldn’t do.

Since he had come to Sogress Territory anyway, he should observe that interesting fellow.

Wait, I heard that fellow also has talent in magic?

“It worked out well since I need to recover anyway.”

The corners of Sidrain’s mouth curled upward.

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