The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 109

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Chapter 109

When spring is in full bloom, the Iridia estate bursts with flowers of every color.

Befitting a family that passes down unique magical formulas for handling colors, Airit had always devoted great care to cultivating the flowers in their garden.

The scenery of the Airit garden created this way was truly worthy of being called spectacular, and normally the family head Oswald Irid might have enjoyed leisurely flower viewing with his daughter, but.

“Yusefin, are you all ready?”

“Yeah… I can leave right away.”

This spring, there was one matter more important than flower viewing.

So Oswald reluctantly gave up flower viewing despite his regret.

“Then let’s go. I’ve prepared a carriage outside the estate. We should be able to arrive in half a day.”

“Okay.”

Yusefin ran over and stepped into the carriage.

Before getting into the carriage last, Oswald carefully took in the sight of his estate.

‘…It’s definitely better.’

The black plague still hadn’t ended. As such, the atmosphere throughout the estate was somewhat bleak.

However, it wasn’t as hopeless as before.

That change stemmed from none other than his precious daughter.

After the Council, Yusephine Airid’s black plague was completely cured. Thanks to the researchers at Irid Tower who worked day and night after hearing about that radical yet groundbreaking treatment method of purifying all mana in the body, they had developed a suppressant that could halt the symptoms of the black plague.

It was a stopgap measure, but it was an unprecedented breakthrough treatment.

Naturally, contact with the black mages was cut off. Oswald wanted to immediately expel the black mages lurking within his territory, but that would have to wait until after the formation of the joint subjugation force at the end of the year.

If they started moving too early, those bastards might hide their tails.

More importantly, there was one urgent matter at hand.

“Benheim, huh. It’s been a while since I’ve visited.”

Oswald settled into his seat in the carriage and took in the spring scenery outside the window.

Oswald and Yusefin’s destination was none other than the Benheim estate. They had heard news that a celebration would be held there this month.

Originally, given Airit’s nature, not visiting other families’ major or minor events was more or less a principle… but this case was somewhat different.

“Who would have thought that bastard Steren would truly take a commoner as his son-in-law.”

It was news that Benheim’s precious daughter, Lyrnia Erahan von Benheim, would finally marry Reagan.

Since those two were also the benefactors who had saved Yusefin’s life, it was an invitation that Airit, as one of the great magic families that valued honor and dignity, could never refuse.

Whoooosh!

Soon the pegasus pulling the carriage neighed loudly and soared into the sky. About an hour passed like that. While watching the panoramic landscape passing by below, Oswald carefully spoke up.

“Yusefin, please don’t take this the wrong way.”

“Huh? What?”

Yusefin looked at Oswald. Her gray hair, which had lost its color, had regained its brilliant silver luster over the past year.

Oswald continued with a bitter smile.

“Actually, I… there was a time when I thought about how it would be if that brat Reagan… became your companion.”

“…Companion?”

“Yes. A husband, I mean. I considered bringing him in as Airit’s son-in-law… and even giving him the position of family head.”

Understanding Oswald’s words, Yusefin’s eyes widened.

It was shocking news for Yusefin too. It wasn’t the kind of thing she’d expect to hear from her father, who valued the family bloodline so much.

However, Yusefin couldn’t say she didn’t understand Oswald’s feelings. Yusefin herself felt considerable fondness for both Reagan and Renia. So she said this.

“…Well, I think it wouldn’t have been bad if Reagan had been my companion. He’s the benefactor who saved my life. Plus, his face is decent enough.”

“Ahem, ahem…”

Oswald cleared his throat. Yusefin felt like teasing her father a bit more, but soon abandoned the thought and spoke calmly.

“But it’s impossible.”

“…Impossible? What do you mean by that?”

“Reagan would never like me.”

Yusefin continued while looking out at the sky through the window indifferently.

“That guy Reagan has never once looked at me.”

“…What do you mean by that?”

“I know. I know how different his eyes are when he looks at me versus when he only looks at Renia Benheim. It’s not my problem. Reagan is completely smitten. He probably hasn’t given a single glance to any other woman since then, right?”

“…”

“Hmm… It’s a woman’s intuition.”

Oswald was at a loss for words.

His young daughter had already passed into adulthood.

So… it wouldn’t be strange at all for her to use words like “woman’s intuition.”

“Yusefin, even though you’re an adult, you’re still young. So…”

For Oswald, it was just a matter of maintaining his meager pride as a father.

But that was only momentary.

“Ah, I can see it.”

As Yusefin said, the Benheim estate came into view.

Perhaps because they were preparing for both a coming-of-age ceremony and a wedding simultaneously, the Benheim estate viewed from the sky was already packed with an enormous crowd with no room to step.

“My.”

When the carriage finally lowered its altitude, Oswald inwardly clicked his tongue.

The faces visible throughout the estate were unimaginably splendid.

“…Anyone looking would think the Council was being held again.”

Indeed, all the lords of the Seven Great Towers except for the Imperial Mage Tower had attended this coming-of-age ceremony.

Thorn Tower Lord Rosaline Blair, Azure Flame Tower Lord Alexei Petrov, the new lord of Shadow Tower, and finally himself from Airit.

That wasn’t all.

‘Even Arcamen came. Well, this is…’

Even Iline from the great magic family Arcamen, located on the opposite side of the continent, had attended.

Considering that this wedding wasn’t even for a successor who would inherit the family, and that it was a ceremony to welcome a commoner son-in-law, these were wedding guests that were not just excessive but revolutionary.

‘…Reagan von Benheim, you’ve certainly stirred up quite a lot of places.’

While having such trivial thoughts, the carriage gently landed in the garden.

Yusefin grabbed the carriage door and looked at Oswald. Her silver eyes sparkled.

“Can I go give Renia her gift first?”

“A gift?”

“Yeah. I searched all over the garden since yesterday morning to give her this.”

Yusefin smiled brightly and pulled out a flower pot from her arms.

“…This is… a gift?”

“Yeah.”

While the sentiment was there, it wasn’t really a suitable gift for the successor of a great magic family to give to the daughter of another great magic family.

“Dad doesn’t understand. I received one as a gift before, so I’m returning the favor with this opportunity.”

Hearing Yusefin’s words, Oswald remembered.

Come to think of it, when Yusefin returned from the Council, she had kept a flower pot in her room and cherished it.

Surely… that flower was a marigold.

In contrast, the flower blooming in Yusefin’s pot now was a freesia.

The meaning of that flower was…

‘Friendship and… trust.’

Oswald chuckled.

It seemed Yusefin had made a close friend.

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“…Well, look at that, Reagan. Quite a crowd has gathered.”

In the waiting room prepared behind the platform.

Valen, who had peeked outside, grinned at me.

As Valen said, Benheim’s garden was truly a sea of people. I sighed with a grim expression while looking at the guests gathered in the garden.

“Why did so many people come?”

“Well, that’s because the family head sent invitations to each family and mage tower. Where in this world would you find anyone who could refuse an invitation from the great magic family Benheim?”

“…”

Honestly speaking, I hadn’t thought this wedding would be so grand.

Since Arno and I also had relatively modest coming-of-age ceremonies.

While it made sense for me, being an orphan with no relatives to invite, even Arno, the heir, had the same kind of ceremony.

I thought Renia’s wedding would just be a simple affair with one table set up and family members celebrating modestly before calling it a day.

However, contrary to my expectations, Steren approached this wedding with more enthusiasm than ever before.

He sent out invitations to various families and magic towers, and had Benheim’s attendants work tirelessly to create a luxurious chapel and banquet hall in the garden.

I wasn’t sure whether I should be happy about gaining my father-in-law’s approval, or troubled by how big this affair had become.

I honestly didn’t know.

“For about a year… the name Reagan von Benheim will probably be the hot topic of the Imperial Magic Order.”

“Please don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m saying this because it’s truly impressive.”

Valen, who was saying this, had a mischievous smile spread across his face.

“So, are you nervous?”

“Not particularly.”

I was somewhat surprised, but not nervous.

This was thanks to having seen several weddings in my previous life.

‘Though none were this grand.’

How impressive could weddings on dirt floors have been? I had never seen marriages between mercenaries since they were practically taboo, considered bad luck, but even within the resistance army, those who found each other would form matrimonial bonds.

Being wartime, there were no grand officiants or ceremonial robes—just a bowl of water placed down while the couple prayed for each other’s well-being.

“…Ahem… Reagan, since you’re taking my little sister… you’ll die by my hand if you do anything wrong.”

Arno, who was serving as my groomsman, seemed even more nervous than I was.

“Please take this.”

Meanwhile, Captain Allet approached. He held out a small box containing the marriage contract and rings.

“Go before the priest and hand it to Miss Renia.”

“I’ve heard it so many times my ears are calloused.”

“I have to emphasize it until my mouth goes dry. Please don’t make any mistakes this time. If not for yourself, then for Miss Renia’s sake.”

Captain Allet seemed deeply worried that my carefree personality would surely cause some problem during the wedding.

Somehow both Arno and Allet were like this.

It was quite amusing that they were more nervous than the actual parties involved.

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of messing this up.”

“…Please, at least try to be a little nervous.”

“Well.”

There was no reason to be nervous.

Hadn’t we made a promise in our previous life?

– Take me with you.

Since she had urged me like that, I was simply gladly following through.

“…It’s about time to make your entrance. Just go out and follow the carpet to the front of the small chapel.”

Valen checked outside the tent and winked. His cheeky attitude was quite annoying, but I didn’t have the leisure to respond right now.

“Well then, I’ll just play it by ear.”

I took the marriage contract and rings from Allet and handed them to Arno, my groomsman. Then I stepped out of the tent.

– So please cherish ‘me.’ Not ‘me,’ but ‘me.’

It seemed like I could hear Renia’s voice echoing in my ears.

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And so the wedding ceremony began.

When Lyrnia Erahan von Benheim emerged from the tent prepared in Benheim Estate Garden wearing a pure white dress, the gathered guests watched her appearance in stunned amazement.

For a wedding dress, the hem was short and decorations minimal, making it look overly practical, but this seemed to perfectly reflect Renia’s personality of disliking constraints, making it suit her remarkably well.

Following her, Reagan von Benheim emerged from the opposite tent, impeccably dressed in a black formal uniform.

Since he was a mage of non-noble origin, there were some concerned glances about whether he could pull off aristocratic formal wear, but his neatly combed ashen hair and upright posture exuded more refinement than most noble young men.

The reaction was quite enthusiastic. Particularly, Iline, Archmage Lord of Arcamen, forgot all decorum and whistled while shouting loudly, to the point where she had to be restrained by an elder beside her.

After that, everything proceeded smoothly.

The two stood side by side before the altar of the chapel hastily constructed in the middle of Benheim Garden.

A priest dispatched from the Imperial Palace officiated the ceremony with a reverent voice.

The two exchanged vows, promising devotion to each other.

After a brief mass, the wedding ceremony concluded.

Steren and all the guests showered the two people who would lead the next generation of Benheim—no, of the magic world—with generous applause and blessings.

But the celebration was short-lived.

“My lord, we have a problem.”

“…What is it now?”

“…The two of them are nowhere to be found.”

Not long after, the guests were shocked to discover that Reagan and Renia, who should have been the stars of the reception, had vanished without a trace.

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