Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 329

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 329

214. Imperial Knight Camp (3)

Until coming to the camp, I hadn’t thought about any of this at all.

Maybe I had thought a little about the ‘trouble’ that Big Sister and Little Sister had mentioned.

Even then, I hadn’t seriously considered it or prepared countermeasures in advance.

In that sense, I rejected the fifth scout offer that had just happened and looked at the gazes directed at me one by one.

Jealousy.

Hostility.

Or longing.

There were all kinds of emotions, but they were all disgustingly sticky, so I ignored them.

Anyway, the waiting time for admission was passing like that.

“Um… Dane, are you really okay not teaming up with any of those guys?”

In the midst of this, Diego Silron asked from beside me.

At his words, I asked back instead.

“What about you?”

“I am…”

The fellow trailed off.

Does that mean no one will accept him?

“…I’ll have to try it alone.”

The fellow clenched his fist tightly.

I nodded at that sight.

“Yeah. Do your best.”

“W-wait a minute. Normally wouldn’t you team up with someone out of pity in this situation?”

“Why?”

“…”

This Diego fellow seemed to have expected something a bit different.

I’m not interested.

Unless there’s someone I know.

Like that fellow over there who’s been staring at me particularly since earlier.

“Senior.”

When our eyes met, the fellow casually approached as if nothing had happened and curled up the corners of his mouth.

“I didn’t know you were participating here too, Senior.”

“I’m surprised you’re here.”

Benatio Grün.

A fellow who claims to be the heir of a fallen family, but definitely seems to be someone from the Imperial side.

“How did you end up participating?”

“I saw the announcement.”

Instead of making any particular objection to that shameless statement, I asked.

“It seems like all the other guys have found teams, what about you?”

“Well, the moment I saw you, Senior, I couldn’t even imagine associating with other guys.”

Of course.

Since he has to monitor me.

Well, shall I play along once?

Still, having someone I know means it’ll be less boring.

“Do as you like.”

“As expected, I knew you’d say that.”

The fellow looks genuinely happy. Is that acting, or does it really come from the heart?

“By the way, who is this person?”

“D-Diego Silron! The eldest son of the Marquis Silron family!”

He must have been quite flustered as the fellow introduced himself all jumbled up. Benatio and I were momentarily dazed at that sight.

“This person seems a bit strange, Senior.”

“He’s desperate.”

“Even so, it seems a bit difficult to work together with him, hmm.”

Benatio looked Diego up and down.

“Please… I’ll do anything! No, I’ll do anything! I won’t get in the way, and I’ll even do menial tasks, so please…!”

The fellow pleaded as if he had been waiting for this.

The Marquis Silron family.

Even though it wouldn’t be strange to call it fallen now, it was once a family that soared, and as such, some pride should still remain.

“Look at that guy. He’s practically begging.”

“Doesn’t he have any backbone? That guy is the eldest son of the Marquis Silron family, right?”

“When a family falls, does one become like that without any pride?”

Nevertheless, pleading in front of us while everyone is watching means there must be that level of desperation.

“You said you’d do anything, right?”

I said that one line and gestured to Benatio with my chin.

“Watch carefully.”

“Are you accepting him, Senior?”

“What’s there to accept or not accept? Hierarchy means nothing.”

“…As expected of you, Senior.”

Anyway, there’s no one who looks stronger than me.

So at least for me, hierarchy has no meaning whatsoever.

I’ll just do as I always do, and if there’s someone trying to block my path, I’ll just push them aside or knock them down as usual.

“At least you and this fellow don’t seem like you’ll intentionally block my path in this camp.”

That’s all.

“Th-thank you!”

So Diego became part of our ‘team’ amid the bewildered gazes of the other guys.

We ended up becoming a team somehow.

Well, at least it doesn’t seem like it’ll ruin the inherent fun of the camp, so shall we go with this approach this time?

“But my left arm dislocates quite often… that should be okay, right?”

“If it dislocates, just put it back in place.”

I dismissed Diego’s exaggeration.

By the way, I wonder what Leila and the other guys are all doing.

I heard Leila went to train with Duke Termion.

“Has everyone gathered?”

At that moment, a voice was heard.

A giant man was standing and looking at us.

“Nice to meet you. I am Simon Aldebar of the Imperial 2nd Knight Order. I’ll be in charge of the program you’ll be carrying out for 2 weeks at this camp. Feel free to call me Count Aldebaran.”

He looks like he has a good impression.

His voice also has a gentle atmosphere.

Perhaps because of that, I can see several guys snickering.

“Welcome to this Knight Order camp. For the next 2 weeks, you’ll complete the training program prepared by the Imperial Knight Order, and whoever it may be will also receive an opportunity to join the Knight Order.”

But at times like this, there’s always someone who can’t read the atmosphere.

“So everyone should sincerely participate in the program at this camp…”

“Then if we beat Count Aldebaran, can we immediately join the Knight Order?”

It’s that fellow from earlier.

Milton Dallahan, who said he came from the Northern Region.

The fellow was asking with a quite challenging and arrogant attitude…

Well.

No matter how I look at it, it seems like bravado.

“Senior, looks like we’ll have one less soon.”

“Seems that way.”

Sure enough.

“Of course, Milton Dallahan. If you beat me, you can naturally join. It would mean you have the skill for it. The Imperial Knight Order welcomes those with ability. However…”

Count Aldebaran’s voice changed.

“Didn’t Count Dallahan teach you manners, Milton Dallahan?”

The atmosphere instantly turned cold.

“Or did he teach you the manners of cutting people off mid-sentence?”

“What did you just say…”

“Just like now, Milton Dallahan. You bastard who’s treated like a burden in the Northern Region because you were born a second son.”

Crack!

Milton charged forward in an instant.

But that was brief.

Thud!

Count Aldebaran tripped Milton at an even faster speed, and bent down in front of him as he fell.

“You seem to want to look strong because you’re from the Northern Region, but that doesn’t work here, Milton Dallahan.”

“…”

Then he straightened up again and looked around at the other participants, saying:

“Since it’s before official admission, I’ll let it slide this time. But once the program starts, it won’t end with just this.”

“Su-surely we won’t be expelled?”

At one fellow’s question, Count Aldebaran chuckled.

“No. There’s no expulsion from the Imperial Knight Camp. More precisely, we’re making it so you can’t give up halfway.”

Camp.

Such a light and exciting word as a disguise…

But the word attached in front is ‘Imperial Knight Order’.

Desperate hearts are desperate hearts, but those who took it lightly will unfortunately suffer quite a bit.

“So get those heavy asses up and prepare to move.”

I saw it.

The faces of those guys who were so confident turned ashen.

“Now we’re all dead…”

Diego’s whining beside me was a bonus.

The purpose of the camp, that is, the Imperial Knight Camp, is to separate the wheat from the chaff and find guys worthy of joining the Knight Order.

Of course, even if discovered, they naturally start as apprentices, but those guys who join this way have different aspirations from the start.

Because they’re the ones who endured two weeks of hellish training.

Those guys who entered that way grow fast, and above all, they have a killer instinct.

‘Like that Milton Dallahan over there.’

I did step on him for arrogantly crawling up, but still, that recklessness isn’t entirely bad.

More precisely, it’s desire for success.

In any noble family, second sons just inherit some modest family business.

The Northern Region isn’t much different.

It’s said to be a place ruled by the logic of strength, but how easy would it be for a second son to step on the eldest son and rise up?

In that sense, I can see the aspiration.

“Move more, more, more! If you’re caught using mana, immediate punishment!”

“Agh! Agh!”

Isn’t he gritting his teeth and rolling around in the hellish program that started right after admission?

Mana usage restriction.

And ‘punishment’ that flies immediately upon breaking the rules.

Thwack, thwack!

“Ugh, urgh!”

The knights’ mana-infused strikes may not look very painful on the surface, but the person getting hit is dying.

The reason they don’t bother putting on bracelets that restrict mana during training time is also for that reason.

They’re testing self-control through temptation.

“Huff, huff.”

“Th-this kind of crazy training actually exists.”

By the way, the first training is ‘unlimited physical conditioning’.

The admittees don’t know well, but it only ends when more than half become dropouts.

In other words, it’s a vicious situation where the longer you endure, the longer the training time becomes.

Of course, everyone can’t endure for long.

The meaning of initial subjugation is greater.

“The Knight Order requires enduring at least 5 years of training worse than this from apprenticeship to advance! Everyone snap out of it!”

“Move! How did you become so weak in stamina! That’s why you can only do that much in your families!”

“How dare you try to enter the Imperial Knight Order when you weren’t chosen? You can’t even set foot in with that attitude! Move faster!”

Running, sprinting, jumping over, climbing up, rolling, then falling down.

While everyone was busy overcoming the obstacles installed in the huge training ground, there wasn’t a single straggler.

That’s because the moment someone fell behind, they kicked them with their feet and made them rejoin the race.

At most thirty laps.

If they used mana, they could do more than that, but with ordinary stamina, that’s the limit.

“Are you secretly using mana somewhere!”

“Ugh, urgh! I was wrong!”

Then merciless punishment falls on those guys who used mana.

This is exactly the Imperial Knight Order’s training method.

By the way, apprentice knights enter this place only after going through an even harsher process than this.

And the reason such ‘punishment’ is possible against noble family children is…

Because this is the Imperial Palace.

That’s the only reason.

‘On the last day, it’ll be about fifty laps.’

It was when Count Aldebaran was smiling wickedly while thinking of the growth of the trainees who would unfold training on the camp’s last day.

“Hmm.”

One person.

There was one very conspicuous person.

“How many laps is that?”

“He’s on his fortieth lap alone.”

“Huh. Without using mana?”

“Two people are running alongside him watching closely, and seeing nothing unusual, it seems he’s not using mana.”

“Such nonsense…”

Truly, wasn’t he a monster?

To go around that obstacle course forty times, and all his movements of jumping over, rolling, and running without dropping speed at all were flawless.

Even more…

“His breathing is stable too.”

“It’s an impossible level.”

Dane Sogress.

Indeed, is this what the rumored genius boy is like?

Unbelievable, but that boy was real.

“Sometimes rumors are less than the truth.”

Meanwhile—

‘Do-does that make sense?’

Milton Dallahan.

He who was imprinted on all participants in a bad way from the start was now panting and barely getting over one obstacle.

Was it his twentieth lap?

I can’t remember exactly, but one thing I clearly remember.

Dane Sogress.

The fact that fellow has never once stumbled over an obstacle or slowed down.

‘Could I… possibly not become a burden?’

Meanwhile, Diego Silron was seeing unprecedented hope amidst such pointless thoughts—

‘Ah damn, I should have just stayed with the Intelligence Agency doing surveillance, but I was crazy to follow here to the camp with a fake identity…’

Benatio was deeply regretting it.

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