Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 330

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 330

214. Imperial Knight Camp (4)

Right after the first training-

The participants got a taste of the second hell.

“Why is the food like this?”

“Hey! There’s something wrong with the meal!”

“I think it came out wrong!”

Was it the aftermath of the first training?

Here and there, reasonably polite complaints continued.

In fact, it was partly because they didn’t have much energy left to actively protest.

And for good reason, since they were crammed together at long dining tables without even being able to wash, in a state they could never have imagined before.

“What the hell is this?”

Milton Dallahan was at a loss for words looking at the meal placed before him.

What was placed in front of them wasn’t a bowl.

It was a basket woven from wood.

In that basket, various foods were all contained together.

Meat, vegetables, bread.

Plus fruits and eggs.

And all of those things were…

“Everyone take the basket placed in front of you and move to the campsite in the back, execute.”

They were uncooked foods.

‘I came here because they said they’d give us food!’

‘Wasn’t this supposed to be a dining hall?’

‘This is insane…’

Blood was dripping from the meat, and when they shook the eggs, sounds came from inside…

At least bread should naturally be baked to be called ‘bread’, but the problem was that it was too hard.

There was also salted meat, but salted meat obviously can’t be eaten right away.

You have to wash it in water to remove the saltiness and cook it to make it edible food.

“Wh-what did you just say?”

“Where are we supposed to go?”

So while everyone was panicking, Count Aldebaran tilted his head at their appearance.

“It seems you’re all not hungry yet.”

A chilling atmosphere settled in.

Then Count Aldebaran chuckled.

“One person has already moved, so you might not have a spot.”

At those words, everyone’s gaze turned toward the dining hall exit.

Dane Sogress.

The fellow who hadn’t shown any signs of difficulty throughout the training.

That fellow was just leaving through the exit carrying his basket.

“Meal time is one hour from now on. Of course, including cooking time.”

Here Count Aldebaran also added terrifying words.

“From now on, ingredients will be provided like this. If it’s not enough, either eat sparingly or figure out how to get more on your own.”

Crash!

“Damn it all.”

Milton Dallahan also jumped up and followed after him, and naturally the northern second sons hurriedly chased after them too.

After that, it was swift as lightning.

“Move!”

“Go secure a campsite spot first!”

Count Aldebaran wore a pleased smile watching them all clamoring to get to the campsite.

“Yes, it’s convenient when one person does that first.”

Dane Sogress.

He trains well, follows orders without complaint, and always moves first.

A noble family’s heir, and not even a second son but the eldest, plus his family isn’t fallen at all.

He’s even a genius boy receiving attention, yet he shows a completely different side from what was expected.

‘Anyone would think he’s a veteran who’s been through countless battlefields.’

Experienced soldiers only slack off endlessly when resting, but when orders are given or operations begin, they follow more faithfully than anyone.

Dane was exactly like that.

And the composure he showed was truly the epitome of a veteran.

“Who would be like that at fifteen years old.”

Soon Count Aldebaran looked at the now empty dining hall and smiled contentedly.

“They’re all leaving quickly.”

“Yes, that’s how you avoid going hungry.”

Count Aldebaran then suddenly grinned wickedly.

“But what about dinner?”

He was looking forward to it.

The biggest event of the first day.

Probably a ‘program’ that would be harder than this morning and afternoon’s training.

“Well then, shall I go out?”

Going outside toward the campsite, it was as expected.

More than half didn’t even know how to start a fire, and among that half, several were seriously contemplating the uncooked ingredients.

So did the other half manage to start fires?

No.

“I claimed this spot first!”

“What nonsense! Whoever puts their stuff down first becomes the owner!”

“Stop talking bullshit! I was clearly running toward this side!”

“Look at this crazy bastard. Hey, what family are you from? Tell me your father’s title!”

They were fighting over the few available campsite spots.

And in groups, no less.

This was also intentional.

And it was also a part that showed this Imperial Knight Camp was essentially a competition between teams.

Of course-

Originally the program was designed expecting ‘cooperation’…

How much would nobles gathered from all over the Empire really ‘cooperate’?

Even that ‘cooperation’ was also intended to concentrate achievements on the leader-level members who formed groups.

Anyway, in that sense, there were some fellows whose teamwork was working out reasonably well from the start.

“The northern guys are doing fine.”

The north, the so-called ‘northern team’ led by Milton Dallahan, had quite good teamwork.

“It seems to be because their environment itself is like that.”

“Mm. I heard they give survival training from childhood.”

I heard that in the north, regardless of status, everyone learns ‘survival’.

The harsh cold environment.

Everything including supplies is scarce, plus numerous threats exist including monsters and barbarians.

“Good. We got the fire started. Where are the skewers?”

“Here, Milton.”

“Let’s distribute while it’s cooking. There are six of us total, so let’s divide it fairly.”

And Milton seemed to lead his group reasonably well. You could tell just by how the northern guys followed without complaint.

“At least that’s better.”

On the other hand, the other nobles were in chaos, unable to even start a fire, and some were outright eyeing the fire started by the northern team.

‘Right, this is something only we from the Northern Region can do.’

His perspective had changed.

Milton thought so.

Those guys who grew up like flowers in warm climates couldn’t even imagine the kind of life they’d lived.

Thanks to that, they could now easily start a fire and cook quickly like this.

1 hour.

That’s enough.

‘With this, I should be able to score maximum points.’

It was when Milton was looking around, forgetting the humiliation from the first training.

“Wow, this is incredible! Dane Sogress, how do you make such flavors with these ingredients?”

“Senior, it’s perfect. This is… professional skill.”

Exclamations burst out from one side.

Right from where Dane’s team, who had gone to the campsite first, was located.

“To make the meat this tender… the harmony is perfect, Senior.”

“The seasoning is slightly lacking, but that’s because I usually eat salty food!”

What kind of exclamations are so loud.

Milton, irritated to the extreme, gestured with his eyes to instruct one of his teammates.

And a moment later.

“Mi, Milton. This is no joke?”

That guy returned with unbelievable news.

“As soon as I went there, he asked if I wanted to eat and gave me one…”

“Gave you one?”

“The taste was incredible!”

“You just took it and ate it!”

When he shouted angrily, the guy flinched but soon clutched his hungry stomach.

“I, I was so hungry…”

Growl.

Well, that’s understandable.

It was right after completing that intense training.

“…Really?”

“Of, of course our food will be delicious too, but… how should I put it… over there feels like eating something made by a veteran?”

Veteran.

Milton recalled, though it was only once, the food his Father, the head of the Dalahan family, had made during camping.

He still couldn’t forget it.

That deep flavor created with those basic ingredients.

‘Damn, why am I suddenly remembering this.’

He preferred not to think about Father if possible.

The man who thoroughly abandoned him for being the second son, for being less capable than Elder Brother.

“Don’t worry about the taste. Filling our stomachs is what’s important. And everyone save a piece of jerky.”

Milton said this while carefully threading finely cut meat pieces onto skewers.

And while chewing the meat, he thought.

‘I’ll escape the Northern Region by any means necessary.’

Northern second sons alliance.

It wasn’t particularly official, and even if it were official, the Northern Region wouldn’t care…

All the second sons here know.

That there’s no place for them in the Northern Region.

So they have to find a way to live outside the Northern Region.

If they stay in the Northern Region, all they can do is submit and live an ordinary life until the end.

“The only decent ones are… Dane Sogress and the Northern Region team, I suppose?”

Count Aldebaran smiled contentedly while clicking his tongue at those guys who were still wandering around, unable to even find a spot, let alone cook.

“They even put firewood on one side, but they’re thinking about finding a spot first.”

“For a spot, you just sit anywhere and start a fire first.”

Meanwhile, several noble teams were going to those who had barely managed to start fires and saying this:

“Ahem, ahem. Could you share some fire? Then we’ll promise cooperation in future training.”

“Get lost. What makes you think we’d share fire with Eastern Territory bastards like you?”

“What did you say? Eastern Territory bastards? You damn Western Region guys don’t even know what’s happening in the Eastern Territory right now… You had the least damage in the last war, and you dare speak to us like that?”

“Bullshit. The war was fought entirely by your fathers’ generation, wasn’t it?”

Right, this is it.

Regional animosity.

Deep-rooted conflicts intensified by war aren’t something that can be easily resolved.

They’re acting like this over a single ember.

Of course, there were also those who finished their meals peacefully, regardless of conflicts.

“Senior, I’ll only trust you from now on.”

“Dane, you’re really the best. Do they teach this kind of thing in the Southern Region too? No wait, look at those Southern Region guys over there struggling because they can’t even start a fire. Which family is that guy over there whining for fruit from?”

Dane Sogress’s team, that is.

After the meal, there was additional training after a very brief rest.

It was still physical conditioning.

They probably wanted to drain all the stamina on the first day and do something on the second day.

But it didn’t matter anyway.

Both body and mind were in perfect condition right now.

Compared to what I went through in my previous life, this was like walking on a silk road.

Of course, the fact that my physical abilities are incomparably better than before also plays a part.

“Ugh, I’m dying.”

Diego groaned and collapsed next to me with a thud.

His whole body was drenched in sweat and he looked completely exhausted.

“I thought I was going to die when my arm came out earlier.”

Diego says his left arm isn’t good and his arm often dislocates.

Still, seeing him grit his teeth and complete the training, he seems to have proper grit.

“How do you both look so fine?”

Benatio and I are relatively fine.

I’m one thing, but Benatio likely has undergone even harsher training than this.

“What’s more amazing is that Senior’s cooking was incredible.”

“Right. Dane, do they teach that kind of thing in the Southern Region too? My impression of the Southern Region is just that it’s a peaceful and prosperous place.”

Right, peaceful and prosperous.

But my previous life wasn’t like that.

If the Southern Region is a warm orange color, then the battlefield of a past life would be a dreary gray.

“It just happened.”

I answered briefly and checked the remaining food supplies.

“You haven’t eaten everything yet? I did save what you told me to save though.”

To Diego who was chattering with questions, I asked.

“You saved what I told you to save?”

“I kept the jerky. And I also figured out the location of the provisions storehouse.”

“Well done. There’s a high chance we won’t be given dinner tonight.”

“What?”

At Diego’s surprised expression, I brought my index finger to my lips. Benatio also looked somewhat surprised.

“What do you mean, Senior?”

“Taming.”

The most effective way to induce submission is to restrict people’s basic desires.

In this case, it’s appetite.

They’ll probably control sleep as well.

Right now, there’s a high probability they’re trying to discipline these noble children.

Since it’s the first day.

“Even so, shouldn’t they at least let us eat?”

I shook my head at Diego’s words.

Why?

Because there was a hint in what Count Aldebaran said earlier.

If it’s not enough, ration it—

Or, obtain it through your own ‘resourcefulness.’

“What do you mean! Not giving us dinner! I’m about to die of hunger right now!”

And sure enough.

Just as I expected.

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