The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 1. The Eunuch Knight, Reincarnated! (2)

That’s right. ‘It’ definitely existed.

Revealing its undeniable presence, it was proudly raising its head inside his pants.

This once again struck Ryan Fromhart’s heartstrings.

He muttered in a low voice.

“Big… and beautiful…”

Much more tears flowed from his eyes than before. It couldn’t be helped.

While ‘morning erection’ was a very ordinary scene for others, for Ryan Fromhart, a 60-year-old former eunuch knight, nothing could be more wondrous than this.

Like a person who had been imprisoned for decades and was released to enjoy the world, he carefully grasped his other self with his hand and felt it.

A pleasure he could never feel in his previous life washed over him.

It couldn’t help but be a moving moment.

“Fuck… Fuck! I’m alive!”

Ryan Fromhart in the form of a boy shouted while raising both arms high. As if responding, his other self also proudly raised its head toward the sky. It boldly revealed its form to the world.

“Fuck! No way! I’m not a eunuch anymore! Uhahahahahaha!”

Along with emotions as hot as lava, Ryan Fromhart burst into loud laughter for quite a while.

It was 10 minutes later, after having a brief moment of happiness, that he calmed down.

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“Whew.”

With a much clearer and refreshed mind, Sir Ryan Fromhart slowly began to assess the situation.

Inhale, exhale. Taking a deep breath, his excitement subsided somewhat. Now he needed to take his time.

‘Right, it’s not like my thing will run away somewhere just because I’m acting like this.’

Ryan Fromhart pulled his pants again to check inside. He smiled slightly.

Even a wealthy person with enough money to buy the entire continent probably couldn’t imitate his current smile.

Having found peace of mind, the old knight slowly pulled up memories from his head.

Various pieces of information quickly came to mind.

Name: Lumian Calard.

Age: 15 years old. Not from the knight kingdom Jenas where he had been active, but from Kingdom of Tarasan, a small to medium-sized country.

The only son of the Calard Family that owned a rural territory, he had entered Tarasan’s Knight’s Academy with all his parents’ expectations on his shoulders, but unfortunately, the original owner of this body seemed to have passed away.

Build: adequate. Appearance: adequate. Equipment: decent.

As for his skills as a knight… even without applying his own strict standards, they were quite immature.

‘I guess these are roughly the important points… Oh, it’s also noteworthy that 10 years have passed since my death.’

This wasn’t a very important part. According to Lumian’s memories, it didn’t seem like anything important had happened during that time.

‘More importantly, how I came to enter this boy’s body would be more significant…’

Ryan Fromhart frowned.

Although he had gained much experience assisting Knight King Philip III, that didn’t mean he could explain the current situation. Inaccurate speculation was the best he could do.

First, it didn’t seem to be a dream.

If it were a dream, it couldn’t be this vivid. For the same reason, it didn’t seem to be a curse either. Even high-ranking demon magic couldn’t show such a clean illusion. Not after breaking through his mental defenses.

‘…Actually, I should consider this a blessing rather than a curse.’

He nodded involuntarily. Ryan Fromhart closed his eyes with a very serious expression and recalled the last wish he had made before dying.

‘Please let me be born well-endowed in my next life!’

Yes, that was it!

It seemed that the main god Alia, taking pity on his situation, had intervened. There was no other way to explain this situation.

It might be the machinations of an evil god said to exist in the depths of the abyss, but Ryan Fromhart didn’t mind.

He would welcome such machinations anytime.

If his wish was granted, he could bark like a dog as much as they wanted.

Thus, he accepted his current situation at a very fast pace.

“Right, there’s no problem.”

It was true. There was no problem at all.

What mattered was that he had been reincarnated into a new body with his memories intact, and that the equipment attached to that body was very substantial. What mattered was that unlike his previous life, in this life he could freely enjoy pleasures with ladies, that this possibility had opened up.

Ryan Fromhart clenched both fists tightly.

He wanted to run outside right away. He wanted to fully enjoy the world and women.

But he didn’t do that.

To move as he pleased right now… what the original owner of this body, Lumian Calard, had left behind weighed on his mind.

Although he maintained Ryan Fromhart’s ego, Lumian’s memories still remained in his head.

The thoughts he had harbored, the blood relatives he had loved, the dreams he had cherished, the sorrow that had broken his wings.

Countless other legacies clung damply to Ryan Fromhart’s soul.

‘Even if not half, it would be correct to say I’ve become about 20 to 30 percent Lumian Calard.’

Therefore, Ryan Fromhart couldn’t completely deviate from the path the boy had walked.

However, his contemplation didn’t last very long.

“Well, I just need to fulfill this kid’s dream too.”

The dream of becoming an excellent knight to bring glory to his family and meet his parents’ expectations.

He could definitely fulfill that.

There was no part that conflicted with his own desires. No, rather, there was no element more suitable for resolving his resentment.

‘Excellent knights are… popular!’

Especially with women.

It couldn’t help but be a very appealing prospect.

Was it because of Lumian Calard’s influence with his fresh boyish sensibilities, or because of Ryan Fromhart’s romance after being forced to maintain chastity for 60 years?

He didn’t want to throw away his virginity carelessly.

He could go to a red-light district right now and indulge in lust, but he wanted something even greater than that.

Communication, trembling, love with a beautiful and wise lady!

The great act that blooms carefully and shyly at the end of it all!

Ryan Fromhart wanted such a night. At least for his first time.

To do that, he naturally had to become popular.

‘Lumian Calard. Your unfulfilled dream… I will make it come true!’

For you. And for me!

Ryan Fromhart nodded, having reached a satisfactory conclusion.

‘No, from now on I should think of myself as Lumian Calard.’

After all, Lumian was the owner of this body. Everyone around him would also recognize him as Lumian. Unfortunately, Ryan Fromhart had already become a dead person from 10 years ago.

So it was right to live the rest of his life as Lumian Calard.

That was right.

“…Tsk.”

Although it was unavoidable, he couldn’t prevent his mood from sinking.

Lumian Calard shook his head vigorously to shake off the thoughts. Then he got up from the bed and quickly changed into outdoor clothes.

Staying cooped up in the inn room would only make his mood sink further. At times like this, it was much better to go outside and get some fresh air.

‘While taking a look at the women of Kingdom of Tarasan too.’

Hehe, thinking of women, a lewd smile unconsciously flowed out.

And his other self, which had been sleeping at the hem of his pants, stretched and woke up again.

For someone who said he pursued love full of communication with his partner rather than just lust, it was quite an embarrassing sight, but this couldn’t be helped.

In the body of a 15-year-old boy going through a turbulent period.

The resentment of a virgin knight who had harbored grudges for decades was added.

It would be strange if he didn’t go into heat. Even a solemn priest of the Holy Kingdom of Falcon probably couldn’t blame him.

‘Of course, I can’t go out like this.’

Slightly frowning, he demonstrated superhuman mental strength.

After some time passed, his firm other self began to lose strength and become limp.

It was a miracle that only Ryan Fromhart, the second knight of Jenas who had trained his mind for decades, could show.

Having removed the element that would disturb public morals, Lumian walked toward the door with a smiling face.

Thud!

“…?”

No, he tried to walk. But he couldn’t.

Lumian, who had collapsed on the floor as strength left his legs, grimaced. He muttered to himself with irritation.

“My physical condition is a complete mess.”

I had momentarily forgotten, but this body was weakened to its limits.

It was only yesterday that I had taken poison to commit suicide.

And yet I had even enjoyed some pleasant time despite that condition, so there was no way my body could be fine. If physicians saw me, they would definitely tell me to rest for at least a week.

But he couldn’t do that.

He wanted to see the women of Tarasan. He wanted to jump up right now, rush out of this stuffy inn, and satisfy his desires.

He had more than enough ability to do so.

He traced through his memories from his previous life.

“Whoo.”

Lumian Calard sat on the floor, drew in a breath, and quietly closed his eyes. Then he instantly fell into his inner world. It was remarkable concentration.

However, what was even more remarkable was something else.

Whoooooooong.

Deep within Lumian’s core, the Aura that had been sleeping began to circulate throughout his entire body.

It wasn’t the method of the Tarasan Royal Knight Academy that he usually practiced and refined.

It was a path far more stable and efficient than that.

Lumian’s Aura traveled that path at a terrifying speed. It took less than 30 minutes to complete five full cycles.

It was fast enough to shock any high-level knight who witnessed it. It was a moment where one wrong move could cause an Aura explosion in his body, leaving him crippled.

But Lumian’s face after completing his Aura training was utterly serene. Not a trace of anxiety could be seen.

That was precisely the dignity of Sword Master Ryan Fromhart, who had raised Knight King Philip III.

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