Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 72

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 72

 

 

 

37. May You Find Peace

 

 

We took some time to organize our thoughts.

Saint Aimar had become undead but was revived as a spirit thanks to me.

And it turned out Saint Aimar hadn’t tried to start a rebellion, but had simply lost his life because of a treasure he happened to obtain.

But for some reason, the Emperor was never able to claim that treasure, and it still remains in the underground tomb.

So now it’s time to make a decision.

“Then we should go to the underground tomb.”

Of course, the conclusion was simple.

After coming this far and facing dozens of undead, even nearly dying, it would be too unfair not to.

“Right. We have to go. That was our purpose for coming here in the first place.”

“If we leave now, it would all be for nothing.”

Ernest and Leila agreed.

Priscilla drove the point home.

“If we leave now, wouldn’t it be like suffering like dogs just to give everything away?”

“That’s right. The Academy will soon send an investigation team.”

Indeed, we don’t have much time left to talk. The necromancy that had been overflowing throughout the hall has disappeared and divine power has returned.

No matter how much of a restricted zone this is, they’ll have enough excuse to investigate what happened.

“Good. Let’s go.”

Then Saint Aimar spoke.

“I don’t have much time either. Look. Isn’t my spirit form getting fainter?”

“Ah.”

As he said, I could see him gradually becoming more transparent.

“What’s happening?”

“I’m returning, of course. To God’s embrace. I was only able to stay in this world temporarily thanks to the years I spent as undead and the resentment that accumulated during that time.”

“I see.”

“Before I go, I should repay you fellows who liberated me, so let’s move quickly.”

We immediately followed Saint Aimar.

I’m excited.

What kind of treasure could be in the underground tomb?

What could it be that the Emperor tried to starve dozens of people to death, then massacred them all, yet still couldn’t obtain it?

Step, step.

The path to the underground tomb wasn’t difficult.

Thanks to the spirit shining bright as a chandelier, we didn’t need torches or luminous stones, and all the traps leading to the underground tomb were either broken or destroyed.

We could see skeletons scattered about.

They probably belonged to soldiers who went to the underground tomb on the Emperor’s orders.

“Wow… This is really from 300 years ago, isn’t it? Imperial soldiers’ armor is really hard to see!”

Ernest, being crazy about exploration, was quickly sketching as we passed by.

We soon reached the underground tomb.

Creak…

When we opened the heavy stone door covered with years of age, layers of accumulated dust came pouring down.

Our vision was briefly clouded, but we could soon see.

“This is it.”

And unlike a typical underground tomb, all the coffins and tombstones were empty.

“If things had gone normally, the underground tomb would have naturally filled up over time after building this hall… but everyone died before that could happen.”

It’s ironic.

Amidst all this, something caught our eye.

At the end of the underground tomb.

On the altar where rituals to appease the dead would be held, a small box was placed.

“Yes, that’s the treasure. The treasure the Emperor wanted so badly but couldn’t open or take away.”

The box was small enough to hold in one’s arms.

If he couldn’t take it, there must be some reason.

“I obtained that by chance during my ascetic practice. When my consciousness was hazy after starving for two weeks day and night, I crawled into a cave and found it there.”

Priscilla reacted to the mention of ascetic practice.

“I’m going to do that after this semester ends too.”

As far as I know, ascetic practice is a kind of qualification test to become an official priest. You depart carrying nothing on your body and return with a marker from a designated place.

“Where did you go, Saint Aimar?”

“It was a place called Atalia Island in the north.”

“Northern Atalia Island… Most people avoid that place. You’re truly remarkable.”

In the midst of this, I asked.

“Didn’t you regret it? The regret that if you had just thrown away that treasure, such things wouldn’t have happened.”

Saint Aimar shook his head.

“No. Thanks to that treasure, I was able to complete my ascetic practice and emerge. It was also thanks to that that I could provide relief to the poor.”

“For example?”

“The treasure contained an unknown power I couldn’t understand. Thanks to that power, I recovered my strength, and after completing my ascetic practice, I made a name for myself everywhere I went. When I fought as a battle priest, I could wield my morning star with greater force, and when providing relief to the poor, my divine power displayed strength greater than what I knew.”

Saint Aimar added.

“I think it might have been a gift from God.”

“That’s possible.”

But the Emperor couldn’t take it, he says.

Then, we should find out the reason now.

“Is it okay for us to take it?”

“By all means. Isn’t that why you came in here in the first place?”

“I asked because I figured you’d answer like that.”

Saint Aimar chuckled at my joke.

“Dane Sogress. You’re an interesting fellow.”

“I hear that a lot.”

We approached the box.

“Your heart’s really pounding, right?”

Ernest seemed particularly excited, so I asked.

“Do you want to open it?”

“Huh?”

“If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have even known it existed.”

Ernest looked at me with a moved expression.

“D-Dane… Can I really open it first?”

“Yeah.”

He’s a fellow who loves exploration, so I can give him that much.

Of course, we’ll have to discuss the ownership of the treasure a bit more.

Anyway, Ernest approached the box and carefully brought his hands to it, even regulating his breathing.

“Then, I’ll open it.”

Creak-

Finally the box opened.

“This is…”

The identity of what was inside was revealed.

It was a small, red gem.

“A gem?”

The outside of the box was worn, but inside it was lined with luxurious cushions, and a gem was placed on top.

Red color.

Ruby? No. It feels completely different from any ruby I know.

“So this was the treasure the Emperor was after.”

Ernest, true to the Exploration Department, took out gloves from his bag and carefully reached for the gem.

But then-

“Huh?”

It wouldn’t lift.

“Wh-why won’t this work?”

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

Ernest struggled while holding the gem in his hand. But the hand gripping the gem showed no intention of lifting. It wouldn’t budge at all.

Like an enormously heavy chunk of metal.

“Wow, it seems completely stuck?”

“Let me try.”

Leila stepped forward.

But the result was the same.

“What is this thing?”

It just seemed gently placed on the cushion with no sense of weight at all, yet the gem wouldn’t lift at all.

“What kind of crazy situation is this.”

Priscilla was the same too.

The three stared at the red gem in the box with bewildered expressions.

To have the gem right before their eyes yet be unable to lift it.

“That’s exactly why Emon V couldn’t take the treasure.”

Then came Saint Aimar’s voice.

Turning around, I saw a spirit form that had grown much fainter.

His voice also felt somehow thinner.

“It would be nice if you could take it, but alas. Well, no matter who came, they wouldn’t have been able to take it anyway…”

Unable to bear watching, Ernest tried to lift the gem along with the box, but the box wouldn’t budge either.

Was it firmly attached to something?

“Then how did you use it?”

“I wouldn’t know. Who knows? Maybe it’s an object with an ego that only existed in ancient times?”

That’s a plausible story.

But even Saint Aimar wasn’t certain about it.

“Of course, I never tried conversing with it or anything. I might have been just a carrier.”

A gem that even the person who used it doesn’t understand.

“To have treasure right before our eyes…”

“Sigh. What should we do?”

Amid the voices of regret, I approached the gem without thinking.

And I reached out and picked up the gem.

But then-

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

“D-Dane?”

It lifted.

The gem was now in my hand.

“…”

“…What is this.”

The gem that three people couldn’t lift, and for the same reason even the Emperor, Emon V couldn’t take, was now…

In my hand.

“…Haha.”

I laughed because it was so absurd.

What? For what reason?

“…Huh. I thought you were different, but… to think you could take what even the Emperor couldn’t.”

I put the gem back down.

And had Ernest try to lift the gem.

“Won’t it lift?”

“It won’t budge at all!”

And the gem, as if teasing, lifted easily when I brought my hand to it. Of course, it wasn’t heavy like a chunk of metal or anything.

“Dane, what exactly are you…?”

To Leila’s dazed question, I could only answer like this.

“I don’t really know either.”

I wish I knew that too.

Perhaps I might find out with this gem.

“Saint Aimar. It seems like it’s time to go, but I’d like to ask one last question.”

“By all means, young man.”

“Exactly which cave on Atalia Island did you get this gem from?”

“I’m not certain, but it was a cave on the eastern coast of the island.”

Saint Aimar, as if understanding my intention, kindly warned me.

“If you’re planning to go there, you’d better prepare thoroughly. It’s such a harsh environment that it’s called the Island of Extreme Cold.”

I nodded.

Meanwhile, Saint Aimar’s spirit form grew even fainter.

Now I could clearly see the objects behind him through his spirit form.

The light he had been emitting had almost died down, so now he was like a candle rather than a chandelier.

So, he was precarious like a candle before the wind.

“Now it’s time to go.”

“I’m glad you’re being liberated.”

At my words, Saint Aimar smiled broadly.

“If it weren’t for you, young man, I would have remained trapped in resentment forever. Ah, and I’m grateful to you all as well. Leila Termion, Ernest Dylan, and Priscilla Neriel.”

Seeing him call out each name, he must be truly grateful.

It would have been more enjoyable if we had met when he was alive.

“Not just me, but everyone here has found liberation thanks to you all. And… there’s something I briefly forgot.”

Saint Aimar pointed to the back of the altar.

“Living as an undead, I forgot for quite a while. There, behind the altar, would you bring the necklace?”

“Necklace?”

“I hid it when I sensed death approaching.”

Ernest quickly headed to the back of the altar.

Indeed, there was a necklace.

“It’s well-made.”

Though old and plain, from Ernest’s admiration, it seemed like a well-crafted necklace.

“Of course. That’s our family heirloom and my personal spatial storage necklace.”

“Ah.”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

He was saying he would transfer his personal spatial storage now.

“I’ll tell you the code, so remember it well. It would be a shame if I gave it to you but you couldn’t open it once you got out. The items inside should be quite useful.”

Saint Aimar really did tell us the code needed to open the spatial storage, and Ernest quickly wrote it down.

I expressed my sincere gratitude.

“Thank you. Really.”

“Hmm. It’s quite cheap as payment for liberation. It would have been better if I were still alive. Oh, Dane Sogress. That fight with you was truly enjoyable.”

“For me as well.”

Thump thump thump!

That’s when I heard a sound.

It seemed to be coming from above.

Judging by what sounded like footsteps….

“We’re screwed.”

Leila, Ernest, and Priscilla’s faces turned deathly pale.

It had to be people dispatched from the Academy.

“If we get caught, we’re all dead!”

“Don’t worry. There’s an underground secret passage over there.”

Saint Aimar, now growing faint, quickly continued.

“Over there, press the device behind the altar.”

An underground secret passage.

So there was such a thing.

“You could have escaped too.”

“How could I go anywhere, leaving behind The Poor who trust and endure for me?”

Saint Aimar smiled bitterly.

“I sent The Poor away, and only the priests and I remained.”

No matter how I looked at it, the Emperor really seemed to be the bad guy.

“Dane Sogress, farewell.”

Saint Aimar.

The savior of The Poor.

“May you find peace.”

Slowly.

And finally, the spirit dispersed.

He had finally departed.

“He’s really gone….”

The moment of silence was brief.

“Let’s go.”

“This is chaos! This place is a complete pandemonium!”

“Search! This place was originally crawling with undead!”

“Damn, what the hell happened in this hall!”

Shouts and commotion coming from above.

I put the gems in my pocket and said.

“Let’s go.”

Now it was time to return secretly.

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