Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 331

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 331

215. The Core of Training

Outcries erupted from all directions.

“They’re not giving us dinner? Does this make any sense?”

“Isn’t there some mistake?”

“Braham just went to check. They really said they won’t give us any?”

Afternoon training following the morning session.

The lunch ingredients that had been somewhat insufficient.

Naturally, by now their stomachs would be in an uproar.

So those guys who had been crushed by the preemptive strike during the morning were now protesting fiercely again.

“Damn it, I never heard it would be this inhumane!”

“They should at least feed people proper meals before training! This isn’t even wartime!”

Right, they weren’t wrong.

People should be given proper meals.

When suffering from hunger, resentment that didn’t exist before tends to arise.

However, if someone had listened carefully to Count Aldebaran’s words earlier, they would know that dinner is being withheld ‘intentionally.’

“Diego, Benatio. We move depending on the situation.”

“Move?”

Diego expressed confusion, but Benatio nodded as if he understood.

“That’s it, as expected.”

“You’re familiar with this, so you’d know well.”

“Of course I’m familiar… well, not really, but I’ll follow Senior Dane’s lead.”

Acting like he doesn’t know.

He’s probably the only fellow who caught on to the intention along with me right now.

While the other guys were distracted by protesting and hunger, we quickly slipped out of the dormitory building.

“I spotted two provisions storehouses. Um, first there’s one that comes up if you go north from here, and one that comes up if you go west.”

Diego seemed to have understood my words fairly faithfully.

“What did you see when you went there?”

“Maybe because it’s a provisions storehouse, but there aren’t that many personnel stationed there? The west storehouse seemed bigger in scale. Of course, there are more people there too. It didn’t seem like the ingredients from there only come here.”

“Good. What about the north storehouse?”

“It was small in scale. Few personnel too.”

The west storehouse with many stationed personnel.

In contrast, the north storehouse with fewer stationed personnel and relatively weaker security.

“Let’s hit the west storehouse.”

“…Are you serious? The north one looks better?”

“That’s exactly why we should hit the west one.”

If this place weren’t the Imperial Palace but outdoors, there would be no need for this.

We could hunt, pick fruits, and set traps.

But what we can do in the restrictive environment of the Imperial Palace is clear…

And because it’s ‘restrictive,’ countless competitors will flock there.

To the north storehouse with relatively lax security.

“Well, since that’s the only place in the Imperial Palace where we can get food, there’s no choice, Senior.”

Benatio seems to understand fairly well.

Anyway, the conclusion was reached.

We decided to hit the north storehouse, which has heavy security but correspondingly abundant provisions.

The Knight Order camp is probably guiding things this way too.

There’s also the method of enduring without eating if they won’t give us food, but well.

Would we really be able to endure tomorrow’s training?

No matter how abundant one’s mana is, it won’t work if the energy supply is cut off.

And I hate going without meals.

Very much so.

“Let’s move.”

We moved as quickly as possible. Then we hid behind a wall near the storehouse and assessed the situation.

“The scale is considerable.”

An entrance suitable for getting inside isn’t as visible as expected. That said, it’s not like there isn’t one at all.

“Senior, there’s a door on the roof.”

The roof.

As Benatio said, there’s a door on the roof.

It was probably made for lighting or ventilation, and since going down would be conspicuous, it’s optimal for entry.

However, the problem is how to get up there.

First, according to the rules, no one except authorized personnel can use mana within the Imperial Palace.

Of course, we could use it if we wanted to, but that would be ‘breaking the rules.’

If we intended to break them, we would have broken them long ago to bring food inside or contact the outside with a communication crystal orb.

“It looks like it’ll be quite difficult to get in.”

Anyway, getting up there on the roof will probably take some time.

And if we climb over the wall right now, we’ll probably get caught before we can even get up to the roof.

“There’s a ladder going up to the roof over there…”

Getting there is the problem.

So I looked at Diego.

“Why are you looking at me?”

Well, obviously because you’re the only option.

“Draw some attention. In whatever way.”

“…Really?”

“Give me the sack you brought.”

Diego was left with a bewildered expression after I took his sack.

But that was only for a moment.

“I will definitely complete the mission. I’ll show you why I joined this team.”

The fellow, as positive in attitude as he was talkative, jumped up and headed to the opposite side of the wall.

“I wonder if he’ll do well, Senior.”

Benatio muttered.

Well, he’ll probably get caught.

Diego gulped down his dry saliva.

‘I need to draw attention.’

He had to draw attention in some way so the other two could steal food.

Actually, he wondered if this situation of raiding the Imperial food storehouse was right—

‘I’m insanely hungry.’

He was really hungry.

It might have been different if he hadn’t eaten lunch earlier, but eating little and saving the rest as emergency rations made him even hungrier.

‘This is important work. I have to do it.’

Diego was actually very grateful.

If it hadn’t been for Dane, he probably wouldn’t have belonged to any team, or perhaps would have just done odd jobs.

So he had to do this.

“Alright.”

Diego took a deep breath and looked at the guards in front of the storehouse.

He needed to draw attention, but couldn’t cause a commotion.

If he messed up, he could get caught regardless of food or anything else.

And so—

“Oh no, oh no! I’m dying!”

Diego began rolling around near the warehouse.

“He-help me! My arm is dislocated! Please save me!”

Having just deliberately crashed into a tree and actually dislocated it.

Using his habitual dislocation, he came up with what he thought was the best plan.

“What? What’s going on?”

Thanks to this, a guard who was near the warehouse quickly approached. It was natural for some crazy guy to suddenly start rolling around in front of the warehouse.

“My, my, my arm is dislocated. My arm dislocates often…”

“Arm? Your arm is dislocated? Let me see.”

“Ah, ahhh! Ge-gently! Ahhhhh!”

His screams were so loud they could be heard throughout the Imperial Palace, drawing the attention of other guards and people.

“What, what! Why, why are the screams getting louder?”

“It hurts! How can you grab it so hard! Isn’t there anyone around who knows about easily dislocated arms? You’ll cause big trouble if you just touch it!”

“So-sorry. I didn’t know… But, what? Where did you come from?”

The guard looked at his outfit and asked which part of the Imperial Palace he came from, but Diego’s shrill screams continued.

“Ah, ahhhhh!”

“Damn it, why is someone with a suddenly dislocated arm here… Hey! Come over here!”

And two or three more guards joined in.

Two patrol groups of guards were also heading this way.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“What’s with all the screaming suddenly…”

“No, this person suddenly appeared and his arm got dislocated.”

“His arm is dislocated? Let me see.”

The guards were kind enough to examine Diego’s condition without much suspicion.

That made sense, since it had been quite a while since there had been any ‘intruders’ inside the Empire’s Imperial Palace.

So they only thought this fellow with both his arm and mind out of place was someone from somewhere in the Imperial Palace, naturally not harboring any separate suspicions.

“Ah, ahhh! Gently! Gently!”

And Diego was really in pain.

“Li-like this?”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Unfortunately, none of the soldiers knew even the basics of how to reset a bone.

“This is serious. Don’t you know how to put a dislocated arm back?”

“The squad leader might know. Should we call the squad leader?”

“Hey damn, the squad leader’s been sensitive lately, if we call him he’ll cause another scene.”

Then things got a bit bigger.

“Then someone go contact the priest. Tell them there’s an injured person in front of the Third Food Storage here.”

Priest?

The moment he heard those words, Diego’s eyes flashed open.

This felt like things were getting bigger.

That wasn’t all.

“He’s not receiving communication right now.”

“Then let’s just carry him there. Hey, sorry but you’ll have to endure the pain. But don’t worry, once the priest sees you, treatment will be possible right away.”

The guards were kind.

Excessively so.

‘Th-this isn’t right?’

He had planned to cause a moderate disturbance, then return once the dislocation was treated.

“I-I can endure it. Actually, I’m used to dislocations, so if I just go back like this…”

“Come now, dislocation is such a scary thing. Let’s get it properly examined and treated while we’re at it.”

“But your outfit is a bit unusual? Which department do you belong to? The Palace Ministry?”

“First, more importantly, hurry and bring a stretcher.”

Thus Diego found himself loaded onto a stretcher without any chance to refuse—

‘Did, did it work?’

He realized he had at least achieved his intended purpose.

Because two people on the roof were looking at him with sacks slung over their shoulders.

They were a bit far so he couldn’t see their expressions well…

Somehow, it seemed like they were looking at him with pity.

Count Aldebaran showed a reaction of ‘I knew this would happen’ to the participants’ complaints.

He had expected this from the beginning.

But the important thing wasn’t the complaints.

Whether they complained or not, finding a way to survive was more important.

In that sense…

“As expected, the Northern team stands out.”

“They searched the surroundings and seem to have headed to the Second Food Storage.”

“Good.”

This was intentional.

Those lacking adaptability who just accept whatever little they’re given don’t qualify to enter the Imperial Knight Order.

Since they were dividing what used to be a considerable scale into small elite units for each knight order, they were evaluating this aspect too.

“Did you inform them in advance?”

“Yes. We secured cooperation from everyone at the Second Food Storage. We told them to make security appropriately lax and turn a blind eye as long as it’s not too conspicuous.”

Of course, they couldn’t make it too strict.

This was the Imperial Palace, and normally the security level would naturally be high.

So the probability of those crazy with hunger going to steal food would be low, which is why they secured cooperation in advance.

“By the way, what about Dane Sogress? I heard that far from complaining, he went outside as soon as he heard the story?”

“For now, there’s been no separate report from the Second Food Storage side. Only the Northern team came.”

“Hmm. What is he thinking?”

This might be a bit disappointing.

Since he left first, I thought he would steal first.

Or is he waiting to intercept what the Northern team steals midway?

If so, that would be greatly disappointing.

“Let’s wait and see. What about the others?”

“There are still teams complaining, and teams that gave up and went to sleep. Looking at some whispering, they might take action soon.”

“They’ll move in earnest once the Northern team returns.”

It’s evening now.

And the night is long.

Only those who find a way to survive during that time will be able to handle the next training.

“Sir, Dane’s team just returned.”

Then came the report.

Count Aldebaran tilted his head.

“Together with the Northern team?”

“No. Only two returned. Diego Silron is not there.”

What could this mean?

And before he could grasp the situation, news came.

“We just received contact from the Imperial Palace Priesthood. They treated participant Diego Silron for a dislocated arm.”

“…What?”

Confusion rushed in.

And before that confusion could be understood, the subordinate who had just delivered the news added.

“Dane’s team seems to have visited the Third Food Storage.”

“What?”

Count Aldebaran bolted upright.

Where have you been?

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