The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115
Rasim, the leader of the Apsache, jolted awake from his slumber as a deafening explosion shattered the morning silence, and he rushed to the window in alarm.
What he saw horrified him.
“No, no… my kingdom….”
The Chongchae was burning.
The kingdom he had spent over a decade building was collapsing, consumed by crimson flames of devastation.
“…My subordinates….”
The crew members were either dead or crippled, crawling across the docks, and the Captives—the Apsache’s greatest military force—were….
“Dead?”
All five Captives stationed at the Chongchae lay motionless, drenched in blood.
Rasim could not comprehend what was happening.
Those who had consumed the elixir could even wield Aura. They were warriors capable of taking on a hundred alone—so how had they been crushed so effortlessly?
‘…Could the Royal Court have dispatched an army?’
With that thought, Rasim examined the situation carefully. Yet standing in the center of the Chongchae’s courtyard were merely three strangers.
A muscular man with bronzed, bare chest.
A gray-haired man dressed in a black military uniform.
And finally, a refined woman with cascading golden hair and amethyst eyes.
These mere youths, barely past twenty, were the primary perpetrators of this assault on the Chongchae.
“…Ugh.”
Rasim shook his head violently.
This was no time for idle thoughts.
With all the Captives fallen, it was obvious these youths would next target him, the leader.
Rasim bolted from his room and descended to the makeshift Workshop hidden in a corner of the lower level.
“M-Mage! We have a crisis!”
The Mage.
Her name was unknown. She always wore a mask, so her face remained a mystery. Yet within the Apsache, she was simply known as the Mage.
“You’re only just waking up? You sleep like the dead. Could you please keep your voice down? It’s quite loud.”
The Mage in the fox mask, who was actually in the Workshop, frowned with displeasure at Rasim’s panic.
“It’s a crisis! We’re under attack! All the Captives have been taken down!”
“An attack… you say?”
“Yes! Three outsiders are tearing the place apart out there!”
Yet despite Rasim’s frantic pleas, the Mage merely shrugged.
“…I see. I didn’t expect them to catch on so quickly.”
“Catch on?”
“Never mind.”
The Mage deflected vaguely, then suddenly turned to Rasim and said bluntly:
“If you stay here, you’ll die, you know?”
“I-I know that much! I’m asking if there’s any way out! Ah, yes! What about escaping? There’s a boat at the rear dock, isn’t there? If we take that….”
“How?”
At the Mage’s question, Rasim blinked.
“Think about it. Do you really think those kids will just let you be while you’re heading to the docks?”
“….”
That point was valid.
Rasim broke into a cold sweat, pouring down like rain.
These were monsters who had slaughtered five Auror Experts. In other words, there was no way they’d let him live until he boarded a ship and escaped.
Terror crawled up my spine.
The Mage, who had been silently observing this, shrugged and rose from her chair.
“…What about another option?”
“A, another option?”
“Yes. You defeat all those brats.”
The Mage retrieved a small wooden box from one corner of the Workshop.
“Here, want to try this? You should at least put up a struggle.”
The Mage opened the box.
What lay inside was….
“An Elixir!”
Color returned to Rasim’s face.
This very elixir was the reason the Apsache had grown into a dominant force in the Southern Waterway in such a short time.
A miraculous tonic that granted the ability to use Aura simply by consuming it.
“Just so you know, this elixir is completely different from what we gave you before….”
Before the Mage could finish speaking, Rasim snatched the elixir and swallowed it whole.
The Mage, witnessing this, laughed with amusement.
“Oh my…. It would’ve been better to listen to what I had to say first.”
The moment those words ended.
Rasim felt his stomach twist violently.
No—it wasn’t merely twisting. His bones and muscles throughout his entire body snapped and reformed, while his organs seemed to melt, unleashing an overwhelming agony that transcended human endurance.
“Ggghhh….”
Rasim rolled across the floor with his eyes rolled back, screaming in torment.
A horrific pain that far exceeded the limits of human suffering. Something was bursting grotesquely through his skin.
Yet the Mage in the fox mask remained composed, simply gathering her belongings as she watched the gruesome spectacle.
“Well, just buy me some time. I need to escape in the meantime. It would be troublesome if the Great Magic Families caught me.”
That was Rasim’s last memory.
* * *
From the moment I and Renia joined the fray, the tide of battle shifted entirely in our favor.
While Rashek el Maelern and I pressured the Captives and mercenaries from the front, Renia unleashed Rune magic from behind.
The entire sequence unfolded with almost anticlimactic ease.
“Gaaahhh!”
The mercenaries scattered with screams, and even the remaining three Captives, unable to mount a single proper counterattack, became lifeless corpses rolling across the ground.
“…Huh.”
Rashek el Maelern shook his head, staring at the Captive who had been struck directly by Renia’s Rune magic and died spurting blood.
He seemed unable to comprehend how five Auror Experts could fall so easily.
“Are you alright? I noticed a wound on your side.”
I asked while wiping the blood from my sword.
“….”
However, instead of answering, Rashek el Maelern gestured frantically, attempting to explain something through hand movements.
Only after witnessing his pathetic display—mouth clamped shut while exhaling through his nose—did I realize why Rashek el Maelern had fallen silent.
“…Don’t tell me… you’re doing this because I told you to stay quiet earlier?”
He nodded vigorously.
I wasn’t sure whether to call this foolish or admirable.
I sighed and spoke.
“…You can speak now.”
“Hahaha! For a captive, you’re remarkably strong! To possess such martial prowess at such a young age—truly impressive! And the golden-haired lady as well! I thought her merely a delicate maiden, yet around that slender frame emanates an unmistakable aura of power!”
I considered telling him to shut up again.
I was seriously contemplating this when—
Renia approached me with quick, hurried steps.
“Reagan, the outside seems to be mostly cleared.”
“Right. Now let’s search inside for that Mage or whatever.”
“Hmm?”
Rashek el Maelern tilted his head in confusion.
“You came here to find someone?”
“And what are you doing here?”
“I came to punish the bandits of the Apsache, who have been extorting commoners. It is the duty of the strong, after all.”
He knew nothing of our true purpose.
I sighed and waved my hand dismissively.
“Never mind. Just stay there. If you follow us, you’ll only complicate matters.”
“…Understood.”
Rashek el Maelern’s expression visibly drooped, and Renia’s shoulders trembled as she struggled to suppress her laughter.
In any case, the Mage had to be here somewhere.
Just as I was about to move toward the largest building in Chongchae—
A deep rumble echoed through the ground.
The roof of the main hall collapsed, and a colossal form burst forth from the debris.
What rose from the rubble was a massive creature several meters tall. The grotesque being, struggling to support its bloated frame, lurched toward us with writhing movements.
“…A… Beast?”
Renia murmured.
Its appearance was strikingly similar to the wolf-form Beast I had encountered at the Hunting Festival.
However….
“It’s not a Beast.”
A product of black magic—a human transformed into a Vessel and twisted into something resembling a Beast.
More akin to Calus’s corpse golem that I had faced in the Archmage Domain.
‘Among black mages, this is the most vicious type.’
Black magic, like ordinary magic, branches into multiple classifications.
There are blood mages like Markel who manipulate blood, and curse casters who spread the black plague across Iridia.
And….
“Chimera mage.”
A chimera mage.
Among the Black Mages, they were the most abhorrent and vicious breed. They used living humans as vessels.
‘As I suspected, that mage was a chimera mage after all.’
I’d anticipated it somewhat after hearing rumors of them manufacturing suspicious elixirs, but confirming the results before my eyes stirred up an undeniable revulsion.
In my past life, this chimera had given us as much trouble as Victor Otto’s golems—perhaps even more so when considering psychological attacks.
Originally, the true purpose of this journey was to find the Mage Clan of the Southern Jungle and obtain the deadly poison….
“I can’t just ignore this.”
I wasn’t the type to overlook a chimera mage running rampant like this.
“…Let’s find that creature and kill it.”
With my resolve hardened, I placed a hand on Renia’s shoulder. She snapped back to awareness and turned to face me.
“Renia, provide support from behind. Don’t worry. Despite its appearance, its power shouldn’t differ much from that corpse golem we encountered before.”
“…Okay.”
After confirming Renia retreating, I turned my gaze toward Rashek el Maelern.
“And… well. You there.”
“Me? Excellent! What should I do!”
Rashek el Maelern snorted and clenched his fists.
“…Just… stay still.”
“….”
Rashek el Maelern’s expression darkened noticeably.
* * *
Rashek el Maelern, as the heir to a Great Magic Family, had grown up receiving unwavering support and the finest education since childhood.
Perhaps because of this, everyone around him praised Rashek el Maelern.
Even considering the entire Imperial Magic Order, he was lauded alongside Arno of Benheim as the foremost talent, and the Great Mage Alliance constantly sang his praises.
Thus, Rashek el Maelern was always brimming with confidence—an arrogance bordering on certainty that he was the strongest among mages his age.
However….
Today, Rashek el Maelern was painfully aware of how presumptuous that belief had been.
Boom!
The monster’s massive fist crashed down toward the Gray-Haired Man’s head. Yet the man leaped lightly as a feather, evading the trajectory of the blow, and instead nimbly climbed atop the monster’s embedded arm.
The man then sprinted up the creature’s thick forearm, reversed his grip on the sword in his hand, and severed the thick tendon at the elbow in a single stroke.
Thud—.
The monster’s massive, bloated arm fell lifelessly to the ground.
[Grraaagh]
The creature then unleashed an enraged roar and swung its other hand to strike the man down.
But as if anticipating this, the blonde woman standing behind flicked her fingertips.
Snap snap snap!
Dozens of sharp mana blades surged forward.
The monster’s fist, mercilessly shredded, halted for a mere instant.
The man didn’t miss that fleeting opening, drawing a staff from his left hand.
Boom!
Light flashed with a deafening roar. While the beast thrashed about, blinded, the man had already penetrated deep into its embrace.
‘…Extraordinary.’
Rashek el Maelern lost himself watching the coordination and skill of the two fighters.
Magnificent.
Not crude brute force crushing everything beneath them, but movements thoroughly calculated and refined.
Slice!
What truly captivated Rashek el Maelern’s attention was the Gray-Haired Man’s style of combat.
There was no wasted motion.
His blade moved faster than the eye could follow, yet his precision was terrifyingly absolute. And that wasn’t all—with his empty left hand, he deployed magic at precisely the right moments to support his offense.
Movements flowing like water.
Breathtakingly efficient, and devastatingly effective.
“Ah.”
Thus Rashek el Maelern instinctively understood.
That this man’s current level was the correct exemplar of the path he himself must walk.
One of the forms he must reach when he grew upright and true.
Whoosh!
The man’s blade carved a long gash across the beast’s chest. Revealed within was a grotesquely twisted human form.
The man quickly placed his left hand upon the human shape. Strange characters seemed to shimmer at his fingertips….
Boom-crack!
An explosion erupted at close range. A massive hole tore through the beast’s chest, and its death cry—the shriek of a dying animal—echoed across Chongchae.
The massive body slowly toppled backward. Stone pillars and ancient structures crumbled entirely, and the beast lay crushed beneath the rubble, dead.
Rashek el Maelern couldn’t believe it.
That colossal monster, defeated in merely three exchanges.
Had he faced that beast himself….
‘I would have needed to be prepared to sacrifice at least one arm, if not two.’
Gulp.
Rashek el Maelern swallowed hard.
Meanwhile, the man turned toward the collapsed structure, examining the Workshop within.
“Seems like… they got away.”
While the man clicked his tongue and exchanged words with the Woman.
Rashek el Maelern rose as if possessed, approaching the man.
“…Why are you moving? I told you to stay put.”
The man shot him an annoyed glance, but Rashek el Maelern clenched both fists and shouted loudly.
“I, Rashek el Maelern, have been greatly impressed by your martial prowess! Please, grant me the honor of crossing fists with you!”
When one encountered a true master.
Shouldn’t one naturally seek instruction from them?
At least, that was Rashek el Maelern’s philosophy.

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