Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 223

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 223

151. I Have Grown (1)

Leila was calmer than ever before. It wasn’t just because her predictions had worked out. Rather, it was because of something that exceeded her expectations.

‘He’s neither as fast nor as strong as I thought.’

Leila hadn’t had many opportunities to directly display her skills.

To be precise, she hadn’t had a chance to showcase her swordsmanship in front of many people since last year’s Danter Cup.

Rather than receiving objective skill evaluations, she always got Dane’s ‘you’re doing well’ or ‘have confidence’ at most.

So Leila had only vaguely thought that her skills had improved, but she couldn’t gauge how much she had improved or whether she had become strong enough to defeat someone.

But now, she seemed to understand.

“…What the hell!”

She could tell just by watching Conwell suddenly shout in frustration while exchanging sword strikes.

It was proof that Leila’s skills were beyond what he had expected after looking down on her.

Of course, he hadn’t completely underestimated her.

It was just that his strategy of pushing hard from the beginning to finish it early, so he could face Dane in the finals, wasn’t working.

‘How is this possible?’

Just a year ago, Leila had won the youth division championship, but the skills he saw from her then were far inferior to Conwell’s.

It was a matter of age.

Since he had been training for several more years.

But she had grown this much in just one year?

Clang!

Just now, once again, enough to deflect his attack and deliver a sharp thrust?

Rip.

His collar was cut away.

Though it wasn’t flesh this time, it was enough to send chills down his spine.

‘I can do this.’

Leila was about to cheer inwardly but held back and maintained her composure.

She couldn’t get excited like him here.

Stay calm from beginning to end.

Just like Dane.

‘It’s amazing, how can he always stay so calm?’

Leila thought of her friend Dane, who made her give up trying to understand because he was beyond comprehension.

He must be watching by now.

‘I have grown.’

Her core had been two, but recently became three.

However, Leila’s triple-grade was already on a different level from other triple-grades.

Of course, not as much as Dane, but she had accepted Dane’s combat-based swordsmanship theory and made it slightly her own.

Also, she had properly learned mana control methods from the beginning, and had learned what composure meant from Dane, even if just by observation.

As a result-

The current situation was created where a triple-grade was not falling behind at all against Conwell, a quad-grade who had won two consecutive tournaments.

Of course, considering that Conwell had become overly impatient and was currently in an excited state…

What meaning would that have in actual combat?

‘In the end, whoever stands last is the victor.’

As Dane’s words from sometime ago came to mind, Conwell shouted as if he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Clang, clank!

“Why, how, are you, blocking!”

Moreover, being overly excited, instead of the steady force that had been going into his sword until now, suddenly strong force was applied.

The basics of swordsmanship.

Swinging and thrusting with appropriate muscle strength.

He had become so impatient and excited that he forgot even that.

“Ooh!”

“Finally!”

“Conwell! Keep pushing like that!”

At that moment, Leila, who received the attack, staggered, and cheers mixed with worried sighs burst from the audience.

But only one person.

Only Dane accurately analyzed the entire situation and muttered.

“Now.”

Leila too.

‘Now.’

At that moment, she muttered the same word as Dane inwardly and twisted her body.

Conwell leaned forward, unable to control his strength, and Leila actually used that force against him…

Slash!

She cut him properly.

Conwell’s waist.

“…Ugh.”

Instantly, screams and cheers burst out simultaneously from all directions.

“My goodness!”

“What was that just now! Did Akeuse get hit?”

“Termion! Termion! Termion!”

Something unbelievable had happened.

Conwell, who was a championship candidate and seemed like he would easily pass the semifinals, had been attacked twice instead.

Without succeeding in even a single attack.

A series of upsets.

“Conwell! Get up!”

Unable to watch anymore, the excited Baron Akeuse also jumped up and shouted urgently.

This couldn’t happen.

If the dreamed-of three consecutive championships flew away, all the promised honor and everything else would disappear.

“Pull yourself together!”

But there was no way his shout could be heard among all those spectators’ cheers.

Conwell trembled in that position, then clutched his waist area and hurriedly turned around.

Clang!

From then on, Leila’s fierce offensive unfolded.

No miracle occurred.

Clang, clang!

He seemed to barely block the sword a few times, but pain ultimately makes the body dull and interferes with senses.

‘I’m being pushed back. This is impossible!’

And the moment Leila, who had been defending all along, went on the counterattack, Conwell finally realized what Termion swordsmanship was.

Balance.

Without leaning toward either defense or offense, perfectly performing both-

Stab!

When a gap is revealed, instantly seize the enemy’s opening.

“Ugh.”

This time it was his arm.

Fortunately it wasn’t his left arm, but he had already allowed two previous attacks.

Only then did Conwell come to his senses.

This wasn’t the time to be looking toward the finals.

He had to defeat the Termion in front of him to advance.

But it was too late.

Clang, clang!

Leila, who had calmly defended throughout and even succeeded in counterattacking, now had the upper hand, while Conwell was clearly losing.

Instinct cried out.

That this couldn’t be overturned.

If only he had responded a bit more calmly from the beginning and focused solely on the opponent in front of him—

‘This wouldn’t have…’

Thunk!

‘…happened.’

Clang!

Stabbed in the shoulder, Conwell finally dropped his sword.

Defeat.

It was the moment the winner of the second semifinal match was decided—

“The, the winner! Leila Termion!”

It was the moment Leila defied everyone’s expectations and advanced to the finals.

“Waaaaaaah!”

“Termion! Termion! Termion!”

“As expected of the Empire’s greatest family!”

“Termion! Bring glory to the Danter Cup once more!”

But Conwell couldn’t bring himself to kneel.

“…I’m sorry, Father.”

Unable to look at the spectator seats, Conwell lowered his head, and at that moment, Priscilla and the priests from the Academy’s Theology Department and the Grand Temple rushed in.

Swoosh.

They quickly pulled out the sword and attempted emergency treatment.

Most of the wounds weren’t deep.

But the wound carved into his heart was quite deep.

So deep its extent couldn’t be measured.

And Leila, despite her victory, showed no particular emotion as she retrieved her sword and left the stage.

Calmly, just like Dane.

“This… has turned out this way?”

“Indeed it has.”

And Count Sogress and Duke Termion, who had been watching the match from modest seats pretending to be travelers rather than from the VIP section, clicked their tongues.

Of all things, for their children to face each other when they were such close friends.

“Leila’s defense has become truly much more composed.”

“You felt that too. Heh. Conwell launched countless irregular attacks… Where did she learn to do that? Don’t tell me it was your son?”

“It might be.”

Of course, it was actually more interesting.

“Leila won’t lose now that she’s come this far. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know. I know indeed. Leila’s talent is probably the best in the Empire.”

Count Sogress said this while grinning slyly.

“Second only to my son, that is.”

“…”

Though he couldn’t refute it, Duke Termion soon answered leisurely.

“That’s something we’ll know when they face each other. Didn’t we just see that?”

“That’s true, but…”

Count Sogress shrugged his shoulders while looking at Dane, who was unbelievably calm for someone about to participate in the final match.

“I’ve never had reason to doubt my son.”

He’s a reliable fellow, but…”

“…it’s just that you can’t read what he’s thinking.”

It was just the regret of being a father, but sometimes he was curious.

Just how could a 14-year-old do everything so perfectly?

“Hmm. Anyway, Baron Akeuse must be disappointed by this.”

“Indeed. He practically staked his life on it.”

“Did His Majesty the Emperor promise him something?”

“Hardly. He’s not that kind of person. It’s probably just about honor. The Akeius Marquis Family has always been hungry for honor.”

As Duke Termion was nodding at Count Sogress’s words.

“Foolish boy… why was he so impatient…”

Baron Akeuse muttered with a sigh, filled with anger and equal amounts of regret and disappointment.

“…”

And beside him, the Baroness watched with nothing but pity, no other emotions.

Surrounded by cheers all calling for Termion, they had quietly left their seats.

With very lonely figures from behind.

Around the same time.

The 3rd Prince Edward, who had heard news of the Danter Cup youth division, was cheering.

“As expected. I knew those two would meet.”

“Are you that pleased, Your Highness?”

“Isn’t it natural, Sir Onet? My two friends have both advanced to the finals!”

Since the Danter Cup is hosted by the Imperial Palace, naturally the Imperial Palace considers it very important.

Moreover, Edward had two ‘friends’ competing, and both had made it to the finals—how could he not be happy?

“It would have been interesting if Your Highness had also participated.”

“The regulations are what they are, so what can be done? As you well know, if a member of the imperial family competed, who would be crazy enough to try to win?”

“Hmm, Dane Sogress would probably do that.”

Edward immediately accepted that statement.

“Mm. If it were Dane, he’d swing his sword without any consideration. No matter who the opponent is. That’s just who Dane is.”

“In that sense, isn’t it amazing? I thought he would naturally compete in the boys and girls division, but he entered the youth division and advanced to the finals so easily.”

Actually, when you think about it, it’s an absurd story.

At 14 years old, with no Danter Cup experience, not only did he compete in the youth division beyond his age group, but he made it to the finals.

But it’s Dane.

“It’s possible because it’s Dane, and it’s understandable. Ha, to think such a fellow is my ‘friend.'”

Edward smiled proudly.

But Sir Onet found Edward even more impressive.

To be able to make and acknowledge ‘friends’ like that from the position of a prince.

“It would have been better if I could have gone to watch in person. What a shame.”

“Indeed. Let’s process the documents first.”

Edward returned to reality.

Documents piled up like a mountain before his eyes.

Once he escaped his days as a foolish prince, all sorts of work was waiting for Edward.

“…Do I really have to do this?”

“His Majesty the Emperor would be furious.”

“Why on earth are there so many documents…”

“Well, you need to read documents to understand how the Empire operates. The world on paper, the real world, and the world as seen from the Imperial Palace are all different.”

“…Damn.”

Edward’s job was to examine documents, select the necessary ones, and sometimes correct erroneous documents.

Though the amount seemed unreasonable, thanks to this, Edward was faithfully developing his qualities as a prince.

‘Is this also thanks to Dane, if I had to say?’

Everything began when Dane healed his hand.

So he had to grit his teeth and see it through.

If he gave up here and just let things slide, how disappointed would Dane be?

“It’s a bit disappointing not to be able to watch.”

The Danter Cup finals.

It would be a precious sight to see, but what could be done?

This is how things turned out.

It was just as Edward was about to immerse himself in the documents again.

“Your Highness, it’s Ackman.”

“Ah. Come in.”

Attendant Ackman knocked on the door and entered the room where the two men were.

“Your Highness, I apologize for interrupting your work.”

“It’s fine. What is it?”

“His Majesty the Emperor has changed his schedule for attending the 300th Danter Cup.”

“Schedule change?”

As Edward furrowed his brow, Ackman quickly answered.

“Originally, he planned to attend the adult division finals, but just now he changed his plan to attend the youth division finals.”

“…!”

Usually it goes like this.

The adult division may not be the most popular, but it’s the largest division in scale.

So the Emperor traditionally watches the finals and personally bestows the prize to the winner.

But he’s going to the youth division?

The reason goes without saying….

‘His Majesty the Emperor really….’

It must be because of Dane and Leila.

Sogress, Termion.

Family houses that once ‘rebelled’ against the Emperor.

But family houses that the Emperor is seriously considering dialogue with due to Dane’s proposal.

“Hahaha… He’s secured a proper justification.”

The heirs of both family houses have each made it to the finals.

Where could there be a better justification than this?

However, he suddenly thinks that might not be the only justification.

“It might even surpass an ordinary adult division match.”

“Does Sir Onet think so too?”

“Yes. Because it’s a battle between ‘geniuses.'”

At those words, an incredibly deep regret washed over him for not being able to watch the match.

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