The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 121

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Chapter 121
Whoosh!
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A violet awl shot from the Woman’s sleeve, elongating before curving like a whip to strike at me.
I rolled my body to evade the attack, but the Woman unleashed a barrage of whip strikes in succession.
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“I won’t go down so easily! Die!”
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This Aconia mage had concluded that we were Black Mages sent to capture her.
I wanted to explain, but her magic was faster than my words.
Under normal circumstances, I would have deflected her attacks while attempting dialogue, but here the Woman’s magic presented a problem.
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‘Troublesome.’
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The Woman’s magic was laced with deadly poison.
Even a glancing touch would cause intoxication.
I could not simply deflect and attempt conversation.
The whip’s trajectory left a pale violet miasma of toxin hanging thick in the air around us.
Regardless of how lethal that poison was, I had to avoid inhaling the toxic fumes at all costs.
I was left unable to even open my mouth for dialogue.
Yet drawing my sword to subdue her outright was equally difficult.
I had not come to Aconia merely to fight; I had to consider what would follow after the battle ended.
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Swish!
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The violet whip emerging from her sleeve bent at an unnatural angle and surged forward. I arched my back to deflect it.
To be honest, it was a conventional spell. But when poison was woven into it, everything changed.
Where Thorn Tower’s Archmage Rosaline Blair’s magic was rooted in plant growth with poison merely as a supplementary tool, this Aconia mage wielded deadly toxin itself as her primary weapon.
Even the Woman’s Mana Core, visible to my eyes, reflected this.
Her entire mana circuits were twisted and coiled to contain the poison’s leakage—not an efficient configuration, but a rational one for handling lethal toxins.
Based on the accumulated mana within her body, I estimated her rank at merely the 4th tier, yet her actual combat prowess exceeded the 5th tier.
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‘No choice then.’
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Instead of drawing my sword, I raised both hands.
Thanks to my recent sparring with Rashek, I had grown confident in my martial arts.
I clenched my fists and swung them toward the incoming violet whip.
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Crack!
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The whip never reached my fist.
The Rune Laguz (ᛚ).
The power of the Rune governing flow wrapped around my fist and refracted the trajectory of the violet whip, deflecting it away.
But I didn’t stop there. I immediately stepped into the true angle. I couldn’t command spirits directly like Rashek, but I could mimic it similarly with Rune magic.
The Rune Ansuz (ᚨ).
True to its meaning—the breath of divinity—a fierce wind erupted from beneath my feet.
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Whoosh!
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“…What?!”
The moment I drove the poison embedded in the whip away through the true angle, the woman faltered in surprise.
I seized that opening and closed the distance.
The whips that came in succession, I batted away with my fists. Then I hooked my leg around the woman’s retreating leg.
Unlike Rashek’s fist-focused martial art, I utilized my legs to the fullest. Since I was already accustomed to Benheim’s sword techniques, actively engaging my lower body felt more natural to me.
If I had to give this martial art a name… well, since I’d layered it with Rune magic, I could call it Benheim-style leg combat.
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Swish!
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I hooked her leg and spun my body in a semicircle.
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“Ugh!”
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In an instant, the woman’s body lifted into the air. Clearly, she hadn’t expected a mage like me to engage in close combat, and bewilderment flashed across her face.
Perhaps because of that. The intensity of the poison erupting from her weakened considerably.
This was my chance.
I seized both her arms and twisted them so she couldn’t unleash any more magic, then rolled us both through the mud.
It was literally a mud-wrestling match, but there was no help for it. My opponent was a poison master. And judging by the magic she’d used so far, she could only shoot poison from inside her sleeves. So I had to stay as close as possible and block her attacks at the source.
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“Ugh! Let go of me!”
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The woman thrashed and screamed, but I wedged one of my legs between hers and locked them firmly. Then I pinned her flat against the ground and mounted her, intent on breaking her will to fight.
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“…What are you doing?”
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At that moment, a chilling voice cut through the air.
Renia had appeared before I knew it, her eyes trembling with barely suppressed fury as she stared at me.
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“Renia, don’t just stand there—help me out…”
“…Reagan, what are you rolling around with a woman for?”
“…”
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At those words, I reflexively grasped the situation.
I hadn’t noticed it while subduing the woman, but from Renia’s perspective, I was currently pinning a delicate woman beneath my full body weight against the ground. To any third party observing, it would have been easy to misunderstand. I hurried to explain myself.
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“Renia, it’s not like that—you know it isn’t. This woman attacked me out of nowhere….”
“So, how much longer are you planning to keep her pinned down?”
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I quietly released the woman’s body, and she, already exhausted from our struggle, lay sprawled in the mud, breathing heavily.
Renia, listening silently to her labored breathing, stared directly at me and spoke softly.
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“…Reagan, we need to talk.”
“….”
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To dispel one misunderstanding, I found myself compelled to create another.
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Fortunately, by the time Renia intervened, the woman’s misunderstanding had been cleared.
It was thanks to Renia’s appearance.
Golden hair, violet eyes.
Even the insular mage families of the Southern Forest had heard tales of the great noble houses that dominated the Great Mage Alliance.
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“…Why is Benheim here?”
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The woman, her wariness somewhat diminished, asked the question, and we proceeded to explain everything from the beginning.
When she heard that we had been tracking a Chimera Sorcerer into the Southern Forest to eliminate them, her expression visibly darkened.
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“…I see. A Chimera Sorcerer. So those were… chimeras.”
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The woman muttered vacantly, and I waved my hand before her eyes. Only then did she snap back to attention and look directly at me.
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“Now it’s our turn to ask some questions.”
“….”
“Who are you? Based on the magic you were using, you seem to be a mage of the Aconia Family, but where are the others from your house?”
“…That is…”
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At my question, the woman clamped her mouth shut.
Soon her gaze fixed on a single point.
Following her line of sight, my eyes met Rashek’s.
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“…I see. Reagan, it seems that woman is wary of me because I carry Maelrn’s bloodline.”
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Black hair, blue eyes, bronzed skin—Rashek inherited Maelrn’s genetic traits without deviation.
A few days ago, I’d heard that Aconia and Maelrn were nearly enemies. She wouldn’t want to discuss her family’s intimate affairs before a mage from a hostile house.
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“There’s no need to worry. Rashek may be a Maelrn mage, but—”
“No, Reagan. Don’t trouble yourself on my account. I’ll step outside. Call for me when the conversation ends.”
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Rashek withdrew without protest, his earlier fury at the Chimera Sorcerer now subdued. The devastation wrought upon Aconia had clearly shaken him profoundly.
Only after Rashek left the camp did the woman finally speak.
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“My name is Saya Nafelus Aconia. I am… the heir to Aconia.”
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What followed from Saya Nafelus Aconia was a harrowing account.
Four days prior, several masked mages—their faces bearing animal visages—arrived unannounced at Aconia Territory and immediately demanded the family’s secret techniques.
The Aconia patriarch naturally refused.
In response, they unleashed monsters that reduced the camp to rubble, and when the techniques they sought failed to materialize, they captured every mage of the Aconia Family.
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“Wait—is the Aconia Family’s secret technique a unique spell formula?”
“Similar, yet different. Aconia’s technique is… the manufacture of poison.”
“What kind of poison?”
“Mana Corruption Toxin. It penetrates the Mana Core itself, twisting and disrupting the body’s mana circuits and vital channels—a lethal venom of the highest order.”
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Then the Beast Face Society had come to this Southern Forest to steal Aconia’s deadly poison.
Upon hearing this, a terrible realization crystallized in my mind.
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‘Markel.’
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Though I had only recently exposed Markel’s true identity and cast him out from the family, in my past life, he had been the greatest catalyst for Benheim’s downfall.
And Renia had spoken these words with absolute certainty:
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– Uncle Markel… he was a traitor. The moment the Archmage King began his invasion, he drove a dagger coated in lethal toxin into Father’s back.
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‘A dagger coated in lethal toxin.’
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A poison potent enough to kill even a seventh-rank mage of the highest caliber without resistance.
The pieces aligned perfectly.
Without question.
The poison Markel used to kill Steren was none other than Aconia’s secret technique that Saya had just described.
There aren’t many poisons potent enough to kill a seventh-rank Grand Mage with a single strike.
Which meant I couldn’t allow Aconia’s secrets to fall into the Archmage King’s grasp.
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“All right. You said your name was Saya, correct? Where did that Black Mage wearing the animal mask take the Aconia mages? Do you have any idea of the location? Even a direction or a clue would help. We’ll assist you.”
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But Saya shook her head and turned the question back on me.
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“…Before that, I have something I want to ask first. Why are you traveling with a Maelern mage?”
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I glanced at Rashek, who was lingering outside the camp, and shrugged.
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“If you’re asking about Rashek… he’s Maelern’s successor.”
“….”
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At my honest answer, Saya’s expression hardened.
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“But don’t worry. Despite appearances, he’s righteous and kind—nothing like what you’d expect from Maelern.”
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I deliberately refrained from calling him foolish.
Yet even my defense couldn’t lift the darkness from Saya’s face.
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“…Aconia does not forget the history of plunder we suffered at Maelern’s hands. So if you insist on traveling with that man, I can no longer cooperate with you.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly serious. They oppressed Aconia for nearly a century. They controlled the forest, imprisoned us within it, and treated us like animals. Do you have any idea how much suffering Maelern’s atrocities inflicted upon us?”
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Saya’s brow furrowed as she continued, her golden eyes burning with deep resentment and hatred.
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“The successor of Maelern is righteous? Don’t make me laugh. My mother was nearly burned alive simply for encountering Maelern by chance while gathering herbs in the forest. The scars from that spirit’s flames left burns across her back. In the end, those wounds became her undoing—she fell ill and passed away.”
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After her passionate outburst, Saya’s shoulders trembled as she spoke.
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“So I—Aconia—can never cooperate with Maelern.”

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