Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 333

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 333

217. My Ears Hurt

“Reporting. Both the western team and eastern team are in combat-incapacitated states and have been receiving treatment since morning.”

Count Aldebaran pressed his forehead.

This wasn’t a result he had expected might happen.

Far from expecting it, he hadn’t even anticipated this outcome.

Dane Sogress.

An outstanding fellow.

He already knew the boy had skill that surpassed adult level long ago.

But even so, this result is somewhat shocking.

“So the combined western and eastern teams were all… defeated without being able to put up any fight?”

Count Aldebaran, as always, doesn’t show favoritism to any team or individual in the camp.

Therefore, this is pure amazement right now.

And perhaps shock at something unexpected?

“That’s correct. They’re all currently receiving treatment, and it seems they’ll be able to return to afternoon training today.”

“Have them return at lunch. As quickly as possible.”

“Will that be alright?”

“Those guys brought it upon themselves.”

Of course, there’s no reason to show leniency just because they’re a bit hurt.

This too is something that happened due to those guys’ choices.

“What about Dane Sogress?”

“He completed morning training without any problems alongside Benatio Grün.”

It’s quite shocking that just two people faced twenty opponents, beat them all down, and came away without a scratch.

“How was the situation at the Third Food Storage?”

“They’re grinding their teeth saying they’ll find the culprit, but they don’t seem to have discovered any traces yet.”

In the midst of all this, unlike the Second Food Storage side that had been coordinated before training, the Third Food Storage side seems quite flustered.

After all, they were unexpectedly robbed.

Of course, the amount wasn’t much considering the scale, but imperial warehouses don’t operate haphazardly.

“Anyway, he’s truly remarkable.”

He was already a fellow he coveted, but now he wants him even more.

Once he joins, he’ll easily skip the apprentice training with just minimal instruction, and in a few years he’ll easily secure a position as chief knight.

Youngest vice-captain, and then following that…

“But what is Count Aken Sogress thinking?”

“What do you mean?”

“About sending his son here.”

Count Aldebaran was slightly mistaken.

He thought it wasn’t Dane who wanted to come, but that Count Sogress had sent him.

“Does he really intend to have him join the knight order?”

“Considering he recently had a separate audience with His Majesty the Emperor, wouldn’t that be the interpretation?”

“Hmm. He doesn’t seem like someone who would send his own child for political purposes.”

Count Aldebaran had met and conversed with Count Sogress a few times, though not many.

Of course, it’s well known that nobles can be different in front and behind, but the Count Sogress he had met was somewhat different.

How should he put it…

“A doting father?”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing. Never mind.”

Anyway, he didn’t seem like someone who would use his family even slightly for his own political position or advancement.

Of course, his political acumen itself would be excellent.

Just look at how he’s long dominated the south where all sorts of fierce competition occurs within peacefulness.

“Anyway, keep watching closely. It’s only the second day after all.”

“Understood. Oh, how should we adjust the meal portions?”

“Reduce it by 20% from the original plan. We should give minimal benefits to those guys who risked their lives to steal.”

But there would also be opportunities for comeback for those guys who failed to steal.

Count Aldebaran curled up the corners of his mouth in anticipation of the situations that would unfold.

Indeed, besides Dane Sogress’s team, which team would have guys worthy of joining the knight order?

Milton Dallahan thought.

Dane Sogress.

Just what kind of fellow is that guy?

“They say he beat down twenty people during the night.”

“He didn’t have a single wound.”

“They say he stole a tremendous amount of food too.”

These were all stories he already knew.

In that sense, the ridiculous point was exactly this.

Naturally, he thought they had been the first to steal.

So they had been keeping their eyes wide open all night preparing for nighttime attacks…

But it turned out they didn’t even touch the northern team and all flocked to Dane Sogress’s team instead.

In the midst of all this, it seems the southern guys were too afraid of the Sogress County to even touch them and stayed quietly holed up.

“Damn it.”

He would have rather they attacked.

Then he could have repelled them all and earned points.

This way, wouldn’t all attention be focused only on Dane’s team?

“Milton, what should we do?”

The other northern second sons who noticed this sentiment asked.

Milton’s answer was this:

“What do you mean what should we do. We need to stand out somehow.”

The best option of alliance with Dane had been rejected.

Then the only option was to overwhelm as a team.

Somehow stand out and get the opportunity to join the knight order.

Not just himself, but everyone here.

If they returned to the north like this, they’d just be treated as trash who tried to cling to the capital guys.

Therefore, Milton led his team like crazy.

But…

“Dane Sogress, first place.”

“In this training, the team led by Dane Sogress took first place.”

“Perfect in every aspect, Dane Sogress.”

Overcoming that wall seemed virtually impossible.

‘This isn’t even a competition at all.’

He wondered if such performance was possible without even using mana, but seeing that the Imperial Knight Order didn’t particularly point it out, it didn’t seem like he was using mana.

Just, should he say the human himself was strong?

So now he was starting to recognize him as an existence beyond consideration.

Then came the fourth day.

“Let’s check our food supplies. How much is left?”

“One day’s worth, assuming ingredients are provided tomorrow. We might need to raid the food storage again.”

“There might not be another opportunity next time.”

Gradually, crisis approaches.

Food ingredients had always been supplied insufficiently for four days.

Or there were days when they weren’t supplied at all.

So everyone was gradually becoming sharp with hunger.

Therefore, what was important now was safely storing the remaining ingredients and enduring as long as possible.

I never expected an organization like the Imperial Knight Order to give so little food—

“I have to endure somehow.”

Now about 1/3 of the time had passed.

I couldn’t collapse here.

I would enter the knight order.

Or somehow stand out and receive other opportunities.

For second sons who were treated as unwanted in the north, this was their only path.

But there was one fact Milton had overlooked.

The fact that the north team currently had ‘relatively’ more food supplies.

“Damn it.”

In the deep night transitioning from the fourth to fifth day.

Milton jumped up seeing the black shadows gathering around their tent.

“It’s an attack!”

And that attack unfolded in a completely different manner from when Dane’s team was attacked.

Thud! Smack!

“There aren’t many! Catch and subdue them!”

“The food sack is here!”

Dane’s team was strong.

More precisely, Dane and Benatio were strong.

So the two could overwhelm twenty instead.

But the north team was different.

Milton was among the strong, and the other guys were reasonably strong too, but not as much as Dane and Benatio.

“You bastards!”

Even in that situation, Milton showed the strength to knock down more than three alone, but…

“Gah!”

Eventually he ended up with both arms grabbed by two men and slammed to the ground.

“Northern guys, don’t think too badly of us. We need to survive too, right?”

“These… bastards…”

And they ended up having their food sack stolen.

Though it wasn’t much, that held meaning beyond just food.

Should I call it hope.

“You should have cooperated with us from the start, right? Stupid northern guys.”

The allied guys from the eastern and western teams giggled and mocked them before leaving with the food sack.

“Mi, Milton. Are you okay?”

And the remaining north team was in shambles.

There were no serious injuries, but everyone had at least one wound. At this rate, continuing training tomorrow wouldn’t be easy.

Of course they’d provide treatment, but it was obvious they’d be excluded from morning training.

“I’m fine. How about you guys?”

“We’re okay too. We can receive training. But the food…”

But more important was the fact that they had no food.

They were already supplementing insufficient ingredients with food stolen from the storage…

“What do we do, Milton. Can we steal again?”

Milton shook his head.

“It might be difficult. I don’t think they’ll give us the same situation twice.”

Milton now vaguely grasped the nature of this Imperial Knight Camp’s training.

Inducing extreme situations that could be experienced in this given environment.

The fact that they were currently condoning extra competition including team attacks was proof of that.

Ingredients?

Naturally, they couldn’t expect any.

“Damn, I can’t retreat from here like this.”

“I swore I wouldn’t return to the north.”

“Damn… should we ambush too?”

Milton looked around at the other guys.

The situation wasn’t favorable.

Above all, food was lacking.

The degree of injury wasn’t severe, but it wouldn’t be easy to accomplish something like this, and crucially, those guys would be prepared for ambushes too.

“Milton?”

Milton therefore jumped up.

He was the leader.

So he couldn’t collapse here and had to find another way.

“I have somewhere to go briefly. Keep a thorough watch.”

Training was going smoothly.

After that, there were no more guys targeting our food, and Diego was following along reasonably well in training.

“Strangely, when this arm received treatment, it got much better, you know? Look, even when I spin it like this… Agh!”

“Are you an idiot? A habitual dislocation patient spinning their arm around like that.”

“Id, idiot! I’m Diego Silron! The proud eldest son of the Silron Marquis House!”

“What does that matter now.”

And with him chattering like that, my ears weren’t bored. Sometimes it was excessive and felt like my ears would bleed, which was the problem.

Anyway, this camp didn’t seem bad.

They said full-scale sparring would start tomorrow, so it was worth looking forward to.

Of course, I had no intention of doing it moderately.

As always, I’d give it my all.

Since it was sparring where sword met sword, not training where you held back.

“Whew, I barely managed to fit what almost fell out.”

In the midst of this, Diego approached from the side.

“Dane, I’m asking because I’m curious about something…”

“What is it.”

“Geez, you’re blunt.”

My ears hurt, that’s why.

“What will you aim for when you enter the knight order?”

“Well.”

“Just, you know, something like that. Even vaguely. Of course, since you’re an Academy student, you’d go after graduation. No wait, with your level, would they call you early?”

I chuckled and answered.

“I have no intention of going to the knight order.”

“…Huh?”

Diego asked with startled eyes.

“You, you have no intention of entering the knight order?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why are you here…?”

“Because it seemed fun.”

“…”

Diego seemed to fall into confusion.

Well, I’m probably the only guy in this camp who doesn’t aim for the knight order.

Anyway, Diego, who was ‘silent’ for the first time, couldn’t get his bearings and barely managed to speak.

“Then… what did you come here hoping for?”

“Killing time?”

“…”

“And sparring?”

“…Haha.”

As if shocked, Diego stared at me blankly before suddenly muttering.

“I’m envious. Of you.”

And that’s when it happened.

“Senior.”

“I know. It’s one person.”

The fellow whose movement I had detected earlier was coming this way.

Not several people, but just one.

There seemed to be no hostile intent at all.

“Wh-who’s coming?”

Only Diego couldn’t grasp the situation, and belatedly discovered the figure of one person.

“That fellow… isn’t that Milton from the Northern team?”

Milton Dallahan.

It was that fellow.

Whether he was the protagonist of the earlier commotion, he looked terrible.

Not only was he staggering as he walked, but the sleeves of his arms and legs were torn, and blood was even flowing from the corner of his mouth.

From the looks of it, the Northern team had been properly beaten.

Of course, I felt no sympathy.

I was just curious about his purpose for coming here.

I raised my hand to signal the two not to interfere, then stared at him intently.

“Dane Sogress.”

And Milton came before me as I sat in front of the campfire and said this.

“Let’s make a deal.”

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