Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 232

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 232

157. Freshman Welcome Adventure (2)

Opinions were gradually gathering.

“How about it? They say it’s the dwarf’s greatest masterpiece, so I’m kind of drawn to it.”

“I don’t know what it is, but I’m in favor too.”

“But there are unknown creatures there. We don’t even know what they are. What if they’re legendary creatures or something?”

“Even if it’s a bit scary, so what. Dane is with us. Why, he even beat a demon.”

“De, de, defeated a demon? My goodness, wait a minute. Are there still demons remaining in the Empire?”

“Ah. You wouldn’t know, Jenna. Yeah. We went to the Habarosk Mountain Range during vacation…”

Anyway, excluding Jenna who was a new member and didn’t know much, everyone ultimately cast their votes in favor.

Jenna seemed to have no intention of opposing since it was called a ‘freshman welcome adventure’, and her eyes sparkled even more than the other guys.

And now they naturally looked at me.

“Dane, what do you think?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Let’s go. We’ll be bored after midterms anyway, so this works out well.”

“Great. Then I’ll prepare the exploration equipment in advance. Everyone just bring yourselves, got it?”

I chuckled at Ernest’s excited voice.

So it’s another adventure.

It should be quite fun in its own way.

But there was one very important fact waiting for us.

Namely, midterm exams.

“…I think I’m going to drop one subject this time.”

“When do report cards go home… I need to steal that…”

“Ah… I really hate exams…”

When the topic turned to midterm exams, everyone looked despairing.

“Will Dane take first place overall again this time?”

“Absolutely. I’ve given up on beating that guy in exams.”

“How can he do that? As a human being, shouldn’t he show some humanity and take exams moderately?”

“Professors, he has talent, so how could he possibly do poorly on exams. Just try to understand. Accept it.”

Well, exams are just something that passes by.

I just do my best in whatever situation I’m in.

Anyway, the time when everyone devoted themselves to midterm exams began, and I took the exams comfortably as always.

“Student Dane Sogress? Could I see you for a moment?”

There was a minor incident where the Language Department professor had an interview with me right after the exam ended.

“Student Dane Sogress… how did you come up with such thoughts? To deduce etymology from the correlation between Imperial and Drenick languages while writing out the commonalities between languages and their reasons in such detail… when did your talent for languages begin?”

I was held up for about an hour having various conversations and discussions, but fortunately I didn’t receive a graduate school proposal from the Academy.

There are quite a few people eyeing me covetously right now.

In the midst of this, I greatly flustered the professor in charge during the subsequent Magic Department exam.

“What… did you just do?”

The exam content was to simultaneously rearrange two or more codes from the magic taught in lectures and manifest them in sequence.

“Did you… see that? Weren’t those manifested simultaneously?”

“It seems… right.”

“That’s really impossible…”

But I simultaneously rearranged as many as three magic codes and manifested magic ‘simultaneously’ rather than ‘in sequence’.

Simultaneously, without even a moment’s error.

“…”

The professor in charge stared at me blankly, then drew up his mana.

Then after confirming that I had really manifested three magics simultaneously, he let out a hollow laugh.

“Now comparison has become meaningless…”

The gazes looking at me due to the Professor Denabo incident weren’t very kind, but now such gazes were nowhere to be found.

“Perfect score, Dane Sogress. There’s nothing more to see.”

Thus I received a perfect score on the Magic Department lecture midterm exam and finally finished my midterm exams very well.

And when I came to the club room, I listened to wailing sounds.

“I’m screwed… they said report cards are going to our family…”

“I’m really going crazy… from this time they’re sending them by magic transmission so stealing won’t work either…”

“Should I… ask the butler…”

The only people with bright expressions were Leila and Jenna.

Leila was fairly good at studying, and in Jenna’s case, she was all smiles with an expression that said exams didn’t matter to her.

“So now we’re preparing for the adventure?”

And when the topic turned to adventure talk, Ernest quickly recovered and said that.

“First let’s gather more information.”

“Information? Ah, the underground city? I’ve been looking into that continuously.”

“We need to be more certain.”

“Is there another good method?”

“There is. Why wouldn’t there be.”

I thought of one of the two dwarves I knew.

Precisely, the dwarf who made this sword.

Though he’s tremendously huge, unlike a typical dwarf.

“Leila, want to come with me?”

Leila understood what I meant, but shook her head.

“No. I need to stay and train more.”

Leila had been frantically devoted to training since the Danter Cup.

Thanks to that, people capable of close combat like me and Dorian often became her sparring partners.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Alright. Then I’ll go to your house alone.”

“…Now that I hear it, that sounds a bit strange.”

“What’s so surprising at this point.”

Since she said I could come anytime, I really plan to do just that.

Anyway, I visited Duke Termion House the next day. Since I had contacted them in advance, personnel who had been waiting came out to greet me.

However, since I had stated my reason for visiting in advance, I wasn’t immediately guided to a reception room or seated at a table with a magnificent feast prepared.

“Then, I’ll wait outside.”

And finally entering Termion’s Forge.

When Bulbark saw me, he made an incredulous expression.

“Are you at the point now where the ducal house doesn’t say anything when you come?”

“Um, this might sound a bit presumptuous, but they open the door right away when they see me.”

“…Even the Emperor probably can’t come and go that freely. What kind of place is this supposed to be.”

Bulbark grumbled but seemed secretly welcoming. Come to think of it, I had never seen anyone other than Bulbark here.

“But aren’t you lonely?”

“I’m married to metal.”

“If you say that anywhere else, people will treat you like a weirdo.”

“Craftsmanship, it’s craftsmanship!”

Well, in my previous life there was a guy who said he was married to war and loved war too much.

Incidentally, that guy died on the day he said that. Because he drunkenly mistepped and cracked the back of his head.

Well, anyway. It’s good to see such craftsmanship.

“So kid, what’s the matter again? Surely the blade of the sword I made couldn’t have chipped.”

Clang, clang!

Bulbark was listening to me while hammering iron with his hammer.

“That’s perfectly fine.”

Sring.

When I drew the fluorescent… no, the Arcanium sword from my subspace, Bulbark nodded his head.

“You’re maintaining it well. Well, it’s not something that needs maintenance anyway.”

“The blade is incredibly sharp.”

Clang, claaang!

Bulbark’s rhythmic hammering.

Thinking that my sword was made with that hammering, I’m newly impressed by how amazing it is.

“Of course. Who do you think smelted it? You’re not using it to chop firewood or anything, are you?”

I considered avoiding his gaze and changed the subject.

“It’s not about that, I have something to ask you. Communication doesn’t reach here.”

This place, Termion’s Forge, is a secure area where mana communication waves don’t reach.

“Something to ask? What, did you develop some talent for metallurgy?”

“Not that, I wanted to ask if you know anything about the dwarven underground city.”

Clang.

Suddenly Bulbark’s hammering stopped.

Underground city.

More precisely, it was at the moment those words were mentioned.

“…Where did you hear about that? About that underground city.”

“It seemed like a fairly well-known legend.”

“But no ‘person’ mentions it directly. At least not in front of dwarves. And especially not among dwarves themselves.”

Bulbark’s eyes grew sharp.

“Because it’s a shameful history that dwarves want to hide.”

A shameful history…

Well, this is starting to get quite interesting.

“That underground city… was forgotten. No, we forgot it. We had to forget it. Because we left so many things there. Our history books and techniques and knowledge and… even our kinsmen.”

“I heard you didn’t grow up with the dwarves.”

“But I heard it from the dwarves. From an escapee of that underground city.”

Thud.

Bulbark set down his hammer.

“It would be difficult for me to tell you the tragic history of my kinsmen, especially without having experienced it directly myself.”

Bulbark was quite resolute.

On one hand, there was also anger mixed in.

However, it wasn’t anger directed at me, but rather anger about a history that could only be shared among dwarves.

“But I can tell you someone who would know.”

“Who is it?”

“It’s someone you already know.”

The only dwarf I know besides Bulbark.

I grinned at those words.

I wonder if the signal will reach well from the Habarosk Mountain Range to here.

“I’m glad I got his communication code.”

“Did you become that close?”

“Not really, I just left him in my debt.”

Keeping someone in debt is important for this very reason.

Because you never know how you might need it in the future.

“What exactly are you scheming now, huh?”

“I’m going to visit the underground city.”

“…You’re insane.”

Bulbark let out a sigh.

“You might not come back. It’s not just a simple problem.”

“Are you saying the unknown creatures there are dragons or something?”

“…Maybe something even worse than dragons. It made those proud and strong dwarves abandon everything and retreat.”

Bulbark seemed to know something, even if vaguely, about those ‘unknown creatures.’

But he didn’t seem to know exactly.

“Then asking that dwarf should clarify things.”

“Even if you have him in debt, it won’t be easy. Dwarves are proud, and they hate having their shameful past dredged up.”

Bulbark added one more thing while saying this.

“But… if, just if you could give them certainty that you’re heading to the forgotten underground city to recover the knowledge, heritage, and equipment there, the story would be different.”

Bulbark finally set down his hammer completely and continued speaking.

“If only that could be recovered, the lost dwarven techniques could be revived. And also…”

“You could also recover that ‘masterpiece’ someone made.”

“…You’ve researched an incredible amount.”

Bulbark sighed.

“Yes, that could be found too. The ‘masterpiece’ that most dwarves don’t even know about. The final work of ‘Olbard,’ the legendary blacksmith who mysteriously disappeared.”

“Do you know what it is?”

“I do know. Just that it’s an incredible item. But whether it’s a sword, shield, axe, or armor, even I don’t know.”

This is getting more interesting.

The dwarven underground city.

Unknown creatures.

An old story now treated as legend.

Therefore, a place no one thought to look for.

We’re going to such a place now.

So now…

Shall I return to being a creditor for a moment?

It’s time to collect on the debt from when I helped them escape from the Lycanthropes.

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