Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 71

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 71

 

 

 

36. Sacred Core (3)

 

 

“Phew.”

I wiped away my sweat while looking at Saint Aimar’s corpse—no, what had been an undead—that had fallen after being split vertically from chest to head.

Honestly, it was quite a struggle.

Who would have thought I’d need to use swordsmanship, Karnas, and even assassination arts.

I thought swordsmanship combined with Karnas’s flames—no, Ignis—would be enough, but I didn’t expect such a massive final struggle.

“I’ll have to be more careful from now on.”

Revenants cause massive explosions when cornered.

I need to keep that firmly in mind.

If it weren’t for ‘Shadow Stealth,’ which Mother had taught me and I was using in actual combat for the first time, I might have been seriously injured.

“Kyurk?”

Just then, Karnas poked its head out.

“Are you okay?”

“Kyurk!”

Karnas was surprisingly unharmed.

There should have been impact transmitted every time the morning star and sword clashed.

Though it wasn’t convenient to take it out and fight with it outside, so I had kept it in my chest for now, but there wasn’t even a sign of injury or shock.

“Ah.”

I realized the reason.

“Kyurk! Kyurk!”

Karnas shook its neck as if showing off.

Scales had emerged on its neck.

When I touched them, they were incredibly hard scales.

“You were a dragon after all…”

“Kyurk!”

These absorbed the impact for me.

I should be fine for a while, right?

Anyway, well.

I won.

“Dane! Dane!”

Just then, a shout reached me.

It was Leila.

Leila came running at full speed, grabbed me, and examined my body all over.

“Are you okay? You are okay, right?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I, I’m fine! I thought you were dead! I thought you had disappeared!”

Leila then lowered her head and trembled with her arms shaking while clenching her fists.

She really was worried.

“I’m really fine. So don’t cr…”

“If you die, I’ll never get to beat you even once!”

“…”

Such a competitive fellow.

Just as I was feeling bewildered.

“Dane! Priscilla is unconscious!”

Ah.

I quickly ran over with Leila.

Priscilla was collapsed without any movement.

“She’s breathing, but… she was protecting us earlier…”

Amid Ernest’s sobbing, I examined Priscilla’s condition. She was breathing. But she looked dangerous.

My sensing ability, developed through ancient mana, was telling me that the divine power flowing throughout Priscilla’s body was becoming disrupted.

“Right now…”

The exploration is suspended for now.

I need to save the person first.

Just as I was about to lift Priscilla up.

“That child will awaken.”

Suddenly, a heavy voice came from behind me. Before I could realize who it was, the voice continued.

“Blessing, light. Please look down upon that child with mercy.”

Instantly, light burst forth and the vision of the dark hall opened up completely.

Whooom!

A powerful and thick beam of light flew in—

And entered Priscilla’s body with a soft sound.

“Now that child will be fine.”

Indeed, Priscilla’s complexion visibly stabilized and the sound of peaceful breathing could be heard. She seemed to be sleeping.

I turned my head toward the owner of the voice.

In other words…

“You, young man, have liberated me.”

I looked at Saint Aimar standing there not as an undead, but in his living form.

“Young man. I express infinite gratitude to you.”

The figure floating above the corpse I had just split in two looked like…

I couldn’t contain myself.

“Saint Aimar.”

“Young man. I owe you a great debt that’s hard to repay…”

“By any chance, a soul? Or resurrection?”

“…”

I can’t stand not knowing when I’m curious.

 

 

Very ‘fortunately,’ Saint Aimar had not come back to life.

The divine power that had been corrupted after death had returned, and thanks to that, he appeared before us in a spiritual state.

“It’s thanks to you, young man. If it weren’t for you, I would have had no choice but to live as an undead forever.”

Saint Aimar’s spirit felt incredibly sacred.

Wrapped in light and floating in the air, he was so dazzling that if placed in a ballroom, chandeliers would be completely unnecessary.

The hall, which had been quiet as the aura of necromancy lifted, seemed to have regained its former appearance.

Of course, thanks to all the debris we had smashed during the battle, an ironic scene was unfolding where it was bright but a complete mess.

“It was nothing much.”

“That can’t be true.”

Saint Aimar shook his head.

“I lived as a battle priest and participated in countless battles. But I’ve never seen a warrior of your level at your age. Your talent is the same.”

What’s the big deal about that.

“Even a dragon… I thought they were only creatures of legend.”

“Kyurk!”

Even I think this is pretty amazing.

It was practically thanks to Karnas that I won.

I would have won even if I had used other things, but still, without Karnas’s flames, it would have taken an incredibly long time to find a solution.

“Young man, I haven’t asked for your name yet.”

He had said he would tell me when he became undead.

“Dane Sogress. The eldest son of Aken Sogress and the youngest son of the Sogress County.”

“Sogress, ah.”

Saint Aimar smiled at the corners of his mouth.

“In my memories from 300 years ago, it was a fairly well-known family in the Southern Region, but it seems things have changed now.”

“It’s the largest family in the Southern Region. Perhaps, it might even be the second largest family in the Empire.”

It seems to sound very good.

I can hear Leila’s nose rising high behind me.

“Heh heh heh…”

Right now, Saint Aimar must be feeling what they call the vicissitudes of life.

“Tremendous things have happened while I could neither die nor live.”

Then Ernest stepped forward.

“If I were to explain the major events that occurred over 300 years…”

“Oh, who are you?”

“Ernest Dylan. I am the eldest son of the Dylan family.”

“Dylan… I’m sorry, but I haven’t heard of it.”

Ernest became dejected, but soon seemed to harbor enthusiasm to somehow make the Dylan family known, and began a history lecture.

Though it was just a brief time of a few minutes, Saint Aimar was extremely delighted.

“Ho. A war with the Drenik Empire?”

“It lasted for as long as 50 years.”

“So, who won?”

“It ended in a ceasefire without a victor.”

“That’s unfortunate. It should have collapsed at that opportunity.”

Though there’s no subject, it would naturally be this Alteon Empire here, right?

“I’ll remember the Dylan family as having very extensive historical knowledge. Even without knowing who the head is, he raised his son excellently.”

Ernest answered with a voice full of confidence.

“Extensive historical knowledge is knowledge, but I want to be remembered as a renowned expedition family.”

“Make sure you do that.”

Saint Aimar said that while pointing behind.

“Ah, that priest friend seems to be waking up.”

Rustling sounds coming from behind.

Priscilla was waking up.

“Priscilla. Are you okay?”

“Dane. I definitely feel like I did something, but I can’t remember… Why does my body feel so refreshed? What’s that light… Oh my!”

The awakened Priscilla immediately went into a frenzy.

“A spirit! This is insane! To think I’d be able to see a spirit in my lifetime! This is tremendously tremendous! And I even received Saint Aimar’s divine power! Insane! Wow!”

Priscilla jumping around with her still un-Theology Department-like speech habits.

“Saint Aimar! It’s an honor to meet you! I’m Priscilla Neriel, the abandoned child of the Neriel family… Damn, no, that’s not it! I’m a child of God living in faithful and beautiful faith.”

“A child walking the path.”

“You, you’re the one who saved me, Saint Aimar… right?”

“Yes, that’s what happened. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Oh my, to think I received Saint Aimar’s holy power!”

Priscilla didn’t know what to do with herself.

Is it like an idol or something?

Saint Aimar casually asked me.

“This friend has quite a considerable level of divinity.”

“The Empire’s future is bright, right?”

“…Personally, I’d prefer if it weren’t bright.”

Saint Aimar seemed to hate the Empire terribly.

“Hmm. Let me guess. There, is the young lady a child of Termion?”

“Uh, how did you know?”

Leila, the remaining one, widened her eyes as her identity was discovered before she could even introduce herself.

“I know Akzel Termion.”

“Ah! The 17th head of the family!”

“Hmm. He was a good friend. He helped me a lot.”

Leila was surprised but still couldn’t shake her doubt.

“But what does that have to do with recognizing me?”

“Well, because there’s Termion’s crest on your sword’s pommel.”

“Ah.”

Leila lowered her head as if embarrassed.

Saint Aimar smiled broadly and asked.

“How is Termion now?”

“It’s the strongest family in the Empire!”

“As expected.”

Good. The introductions are sufficient at this point.

I got straight to the main topic.

“Saint Aimar. I heard you went through something unpleasant.”

“Yes. The Emperor sent knights. They called it treason. They surrounded this hall and starved us for three months, saying they’d spare us if we came out, but there’s no way that dog-like bastard Emperor would do that.”

This gentleman also has a rough mouth.

Well, he can’t speak nicely when mentioning the person who killed him.

“Finally, when the hall’s food ran out completely, the people inside prepared for a final battle. For reference, I killed about 100 people before going. Maybe I killed more?”

The scene of a spirit proudly shrugging his shoulders was truly rare.

“I was quite something when I was alive. Everyone said so. They said it was fortunate I became a priest. Otherwise, I would have been cracking people’s skulls in back alleys.”

I feel like I’ve seen this kind of speech somewhere before.

Well, I understand he’s strong.

I’ve clashed with him directly.

I think it would have been interesting to fight him with an intact body.

“It’s very regrettable.”

“If only it weren’t for the Emperor. Yes, that bastard was madness itself. He firmly believed he would recreate the old glory.”

“Old glory?”

“Yes. Old glory. I died because of that bastard Emon V’s ambition.”

I tilted my head.

“Wasn’t it that your power grew too large, so the Imperial family feared it and framed you for rebellion?”

“Is that what’s written in the history books?”

Saint Aimar had a bitter expression.

“That’s why this place is a restricted area. It’s also a place no one can approach. It’s known that I attempted rebellion, so they left this place as a negative example.”

“Heh heh…”

This seems like there’s some reason I don’t know about.

I asked him.

“Or is there some reason unknown to the world?”

Saint Aimar stared at me intently and suddenly asked.

“A restricted area. Then why did you three come here?”

“To find treasure.”

At the word treasure, Saint Aimar’s eyebrows twitched.

“…Treasure?”

“We deciphered a treasure map and came all the way here. To find the treasure in this underground tomb.”

“Heh heh…”

Saint Aimar let out a hollow laugh for a moment.

What could be the reason.

“Treasure, huh. Yes. It’s coming back to me. I died because of that treasure.”

What is he talking about….

Ah.

Don’t tell me.

“Did the Emperor actually kill you because of the treasure?”

Saint Aimar nodded with an even more bitter expression than before.

“That’s right. He pinned false charges of rebellion and whatnot on me, but in reality, it was because of that treasure. The treasure hidden here, in the Hall Underground Tomb.”

History is written by the victors.

Therefore, the history and records about Saint Aimar that we knew were not true.

There is a treasure.

But Saint Aimar died because of the treasure.

“Rebellion. Just like now, the Empire was prosperous and powerful back then too. Though it was overflowing with poor people, rebellion was unthinkable. I simply gathered the poor, cared for them, and gave them food to relieve their hunger.”

Simply put, there was no reason to interfere with him.

Of course, it might have been irritating. The lives of the poor were suffering, and in the midst of this, it wasn’t the Empire but a single priest who was saving them.

But even so, it wouldn’t have been enough of a threat to the massive system that was the Empire.

In the end, it means there was another reason.

“Until the existence of the treasure was discovered, things were relatively fine. But when the existence of the treasure I had obtained by chance was revealed… it ended everything.”

“Didn’t you think of handing it over? If you had, there might not have been bloodshed. Though I don’t know for certain.”

“No. The Emperor wanted no one but himself to know of that treasure’s existence.”

What does this mean.

“He wanted to monopolize the treasure. So that only he would know.”

Not buying it with money, not threatening to steal it, but just to be the only one who knew of this treasure’s existence… he killed everyone?

“That’s how dozens of people, including the poor of the hall, priests, and myself, were all massacred on the same day.”

“….”

The treasure was momentarily forgotten, and only a solemn atmosphere lingered in the hall.

“Why… did he do that?”

Then Leila muttered.

“The Emperor already had everything and was the master of the Empire, so what could he have possibly lacked to do such a thing?”

Ernest answered Leila’s rational question.

“The Emperor at that time was Emon V. His final years weren’t good. He went mad and was eventually forcibly dethroned, then committed suicide at a villa.”

Was it karmic retribution.

At least he didn’t live out his natural lifespan.

Of course, one person seemed to have a different opinion.

“…Suicide, huh. He went the easiest way. Damn bastard.”

Saint Aimar spat out the words and asked.

“Was there a reason that bastard went mad?”

“He didn’t go mad all at once, but gradually went insane, according to the records.”

“What was the reason for his madness?”

“It’s unknown. It’s just recorded that he went mad.”

“Well, it would be a miracle for the Empire folks to record that their own Emperor went mad.”

Saint Aimar added while saying this.

“Well, I think I roughly know the reason he might have gone mad.”

“What would that be?”

Saint Aimar grinned wickedly.

“The treasure. You said the map indicated it was here, right?”

“More precisely, when we decoded it, the clues all pointed here.”

“Right. Then why is it still here?”

Ah.

We had missed an important fact.

The Emperor had even gone so far as to brand a respected priest as a rebel and massacre him to claim the treasure.

But then, why is the treasure still here?

“Did the Emperor ultimately fail to obtain the treasure?”

“Exactly. For some reason, the Emperor couldn’t take the treasure.”

“….”

This is starting to smell ominous, isn’t it?

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