The Failed Swordmaster - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50 23. Facing a Past Life (2)

‘What’s with that kid?’

Morghen, who was waiting for his meal, looked at the young man whose eyes met his.

It wasn’t a face he recognized, but the other person stared at him persistently as if he had something to say.

Then suddenly he headed toward the counter and borrowed paper and a pen. And he started writing something.

‘What is he doing?’

Curiosity rising, he kept watching, when that same young man approached again. Then he handed him a memo.

Morghen’s eyes naturally turned toward it.

[I know that 20 years ago, you got food poisoning in the Samara Jungle and soiled your pants.

I also know that 17 years ago in the Harunda Desert, you were bitten by a venomous insect and spent three days and nights vomiting and having diarrhea…

(Omitted)

…I know about various other incidents as well.

If you’re curious how I learned these facts, follow me. Let’s talk somewhere quiet.]

“…”

Morghen’s expression hardened stiffly.

Lumian nodded. He had no choice but to show that kind of reaction.

Everything written there were incidents that happened when only he and that guy carried out missions together. No one else knew the facts written there.

But an unknown young man came and handed him such a note, so he would have no choice but to follow out of curiosity if nothing else.

Lumian realized too late that this was naive thinking.

Whooom!

“Hup!”

A powerful fist flying toward his jaw!

Lumian quickly stepped back to avoid it. Just tilting his head to dodge would be too risky with follow-up attacks.

Morghen, who had thrown the punch, showed a slightly impressed expression.

“You dodged? You look young too, but you dodged my punch?”

“No, why so suddenly…”

“Suddenly what. The memo contents, where did you hear them.”

“Well, let’s go up to my room now and quietly…”

“No. Let’s start with you getting hit first.”

Morghen approaching with heavy steps.

Lumian made a troubled expression.

‘Right. He was originally like that.’

Come to think of it, that was right. That guy had a simple-minded side like Bumer and had a strong tendency to resolve things physically.

His past life self was that guy’s older brother, so he could live forgetting that side without problems, but now the situation was completely different. Lumian swallowed and drew up his aura at full power.

‘How do I calm him down?’

Before his thoughts finished, another fist came flying. Much faster than before.

Lumian stopped worrying and moved his body quickly.

Whoosh!

Whooosh!

Every time a fist shot out, the sound of air bursting could be heard. It was a chilling sound. Horror flashed in the eyes of the watching people.

But even more surprising was the frail-looking young man who was dodging all of Morghen’s punches.

Lumian’s movements as he dodged attacks by moving quickly, flexibly, this way and that, almost too fast to see, were clearly not at mercenary level.

Those with discerning eyes were even more shocked. Of course, the most shocked was the person involved, Morghen.

‘What kind of brat is this?’

It was absurd.

His current self was moving incomparably faster than at the beginning.

If the first punch was at the level of a light tap to scold a disobedient child, the current punches were at a level that would helplessly overwhelm even decent knights.

Morghen, thinking just maybe, increased his speed even more.

This time it was an attack that would be hard to dodge even for someone who had reached Expert level.

Bang!

Thwang-!

‘He deflected it?’

This time he even deflected the punch.

It wasn’t simply compensated for with the amount of aura.

Perfect timing, delicate movements, excellent aura control – a perfect defense with everything in place.

Morghen stopped attacking and stared intently at the young man.

A low voice flowed from his mouth.

“You, are you acquainted with Brother Ryan?”

“You could say that.”

“A hidden son… that can’t be. Are you an adopted son?”

“Calm down, let’s just talk. I’ll tell you right away.”

“…Lead the way.”

Whew, Lumian let out a sigh.

That was fortunate. With his current skills, it would have been hard to hold out against Morghen any longer.

Ten years was certainly a long time.

Looking at Morghen who seemed much stronger than he remembered, Lumian smiled.

‘He might have really kept his promise.’

Unlike the pleased Lumian, Morghen didn’t like this situation.

He couldn’t view the kid’s smile favorably either. Those eyes that somehow seemed to look down on him were very irritating.

But after entering the guy’s room and talking for about 5 minutes, such thoughts completely disappeared.

After talking for about 30 minutes, his suspicions gradually began to fade, and after over an hour passed, he gradually began to feel certain.

2 hours later.

Morghen, who had completely accepted that the young man before his eyes was Ryan Fromhart who had left the world 10 years ago, tried to embrace Lumian Calard while shedding tears.

“Sob, Brother!”

“Get away.”

Lumian didn’t accept him.

The most he could allow a man was a handshake. An embrace was too much.

Even if he was an adopted brother, it didn’t matter.

Of course, it wasn’t that he wasn’t glad to see him.

To Morghen who was making a bewildered expression, Lumian said with an awkward smile.

“It’s been a long time.”

* * *

“Reincarnation… I never thought such a thing was possible.”

“Tell me about it. When I first woke up in this body, I thought it was a dream too.”

“Some kid came and threw me a memo full of my embarrassing secrets, so I wondered what the hell this was about.”

“Hey, couldn’t you think it might be someone related to me?”

“Well, I’m not that smart… I did think of it later. A child you were supporting separately, or an adopted son… I thought it would be something like that.”

Morghen, who was speaking, suddenly started laughing.

Lumian, who was watching him, also burst out laughing.

Like that, the two looked at each other and laughed for a long time. Their laughter was mixed with various emotions like surprise, bewilderment, joy, and gladness.

Of course, laughter alone couldn’t release all their pent-up emotions.

The two spent a long time talking without alcohol or snacks. Most of the time Morghen spoke while Lumian listened.

Lumian asked questions first too, and it was also because it was difficult to briefly explain the 10 years during his absence.

Nevertheless, there was a core point.

His adopted brother Morghen had finally reached the level of Sword Master.

Lumian said with a serious expression.

“Show me.”

“Yes, Brother.”

Morghen nodded and drew a dagger from his waist. Then he let out a suppressed battle cry.

Then with a humming sound, red aura burst forth.

It was of a different caliber from Lumian’s aura sword, which had been like flames flowing over oil, fluid and undulating.

Seeing the solid, sharp form rising from the blade as if covered by something solid, Lumian nodded.

“Congratulations. That’s definitely a completed aura sword.”

“Thank you, big brother. Hehe… I really went through hell to keep that promise.”

“Well, you said it hadn’t even been a year, right? You almost would have taken over 10 years if you’d made a mistake.”

“If I’d known you’d come back alive like this, I would have worked even harder.”

Morghen said with a laugh. Of course, this was just something he said casually.

His current age was 48, meaning he had reached the realm of Sword Master around age 47.

Even if you lined up all the Sword Masters across the continent, he would be among the faster ones, so he couldn’t have worked any harder than this.

Of course, Lumian had reached the realm of Sword Master much earlier than that. At thirty-two years old.

Morghen knew this fact as well.

However, despite that, Lumian’s current achievements felt absurd.

His current growth rate… it didn’t make sense by common standards.

“No, you became an Expert in less than half a year since awakening… what the hell did you do?”

“Hahaha.”

“No, doesn’t that make no sense? And it’s not even beginner Expert level, but enough to steamroll decent S-rank mercenaries or veteran knights… did you take some elixir?”

“I ate one Power Ball.”

“What could one Power Ball do… Hah. Don’t tell me you’re getting stronger than before?”

Receiving Morghen’s question, Lumian nodded as if it were obvious.

“Probably so. I had a small enlightenment recently too… I think I could recover my previous realm by around age 20?”

“…”

“Maybe by around 30, I might reach the realm of Sword Master, or even beyond.”

“…Words that should be a joke don’t sound like a joke at all.”

Morghen said with a dejected expression.

He had always been a monster. The tremendous exploits that his previous life had shown flashed through his mind one after another.

Thinking that such a realm would unfold from the body of a 20-year-old kid, the chills wouldn’t stop.

‘Even if the Demon King invaded once more, it wouldn’t be a problem.’

This too didn’t feel like a joke at all.

Because it would probably be true.

He gave up trying to judge his big brother in terms of martial prowess.

‘He’s already someone beyond my common sense.’

Instead, he watched Lumian’s expression to change the topic to something else.

And he also glanced briefly at his crotch area. Very briefly.

But Lumian didn’t miss that brief moment.

He chuckled and opened his mouth.

“What? What are you curious about?”

“…Haha. It seems like you already know.”

“Well. Should I show you? Like how you showed me your aura sword?”

Suddenly Lumian jumped up from his seat.

Grabbing his waistband as if he was about to pull down his pants right away, he said boldly.

“Don’t be surprised. Mine’s big. It might be bigger than the aura sword you showed me.”

“No, it’s fine! You don’t need to show me! I believe you, I believe you! Geez, you never used to be like this before, your personality has gotten much lighter. Is it because you became younger?”

Morghen stopped Lumian in alarm.

Actually, he had somewhat guessed.

The firmly built muscles unlike his previous life, and the deeper voice too.

The fact that his big brother in this life was a ‘real man.’

‘You always talked so much about wanting to be reborn well-endowed… your wish came true.’

It was a secret between just him and his big brother that the Jenas nobles didn’t know.

In any case, hearing that his wish had come true made him feel very good.

Morghen truly respected and cherished his big brother.

His big brother’s contribution was more than half the reason he had become the best mercenary. Even aside from that, he had received countless help and owed him debts.

That’s why this moment when he could finally repay that debt was very moving.

He said with a gentle smile.

“But, big brother.”

“Yeah?”

“Now that you’ve got a big thing… have you met many women in the meantime?”

“…”

‘As expected.’

Seeing Lumian unable to answer, Morghen nodded with an ‘of course’ expression.

At this, Lumian got indignant.

“What’s with that ‘of course’ expression? Am I funny to you?”

“No, it’s not that you’re funny… but I thought it would be like that.”

“What, you bastard?”

“After all, big brother, you haven’t had experience with women for 60 years. Naturally you wouldn’t know how to approach them or how to treat them… I thought it would be difficult given your personality.”

“…”

“Plus, your standards are secretly high, aren’t they?”

“How did you know that too?”

Lumian muttered as if complaining.

Unfortunately, everything Morghen said was true.

He had made various efforts during the past semester, but the results were a complete failure.

Of course, he had escaped from his bad image, so you could say he had built a foundation to be active, but anyone could make that kind of excuse.

‘Ah, what’s the point of saving face in front of my closest younger brother.’

Lumian abandoned the thought of maintaining his pride.

After all, one of the reasons he had approached him was to get dating advice.

He asked honestly with an expression that had given up everything. How could he successfully pick up women.

Hearing those words, Morghen made a confident expression.

“There’s a really easy method.”

“Really?”

“100 percent success rate. I guarantee it.”

“Ooh…”

Lumian made an interested expression and moved closer to Morghen.

This sworn brother had fooled around with countless women despite his not-so-outstanding face.

Since he was making such bold claims, he was incredibly curious.

He sent him an urging look.

Clearing his throat, Morghen began his explanation.

“The way to get a girlfriend is really simple. First, go out on the street and find someone you like.”

“Yeah.”

“Then confess and ask them to date you.”

“…?”

What kind of bullshit is this all of a sudden.

Though he had this thought, Lumian stayed quiet for now. He didn’t know what he might say next.

But it got more ridiculous as it went on.

“If they say yes, then you can date happily.”

“What if they say no?”

“Say ‘Just kidding, you bitch’ and find someone else.”

“…?”

“If you keep repeating that until it works, you’ll eventually be able to date someone.”

“…”

“That’s it.”

Morghen looked at Lumian Calard with an expression asking what the problem was.

An extremely confident attitude.

It didn’t feel like a joke at all.

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