The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 127

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Chapter 127
“Reagan, didn’t you promise to see me instead of that young lady?”
“….”
Renia pressed the matter with that familiar smile of hers.
“Renia, that’s….”
I was about to apologize, claiming I’d merely gotten lost in nostalgia and misspoken, promising it wouldn’t happen again.
“Is it possible that this young lady you were close to in the past is connected to some secret Reagan is hiding?”
Renia’s sudden remark left me speechless.
“…It seems I’m right.”
“….”
“Then this secret of yours—you still can’t tell me about it now?”
A secret.
Approximately one month ago from now.
On the evening of the day Renia and I held our formal wedding ceremony, beneath a night sky overflowing with stars.
– Reagan, you’re hiding something from me.
Renia was perceptive. She had discerned that I was concealing something, and I reluctantly admitted it.
Yet Renia made no effort to pry into my secret.
She simply said this:
– Is this secret something you absolutely cannot tell me?
– Yes. If it’s difficult for you to speak of it, you don’t have to.
– But later, when you’re ready, you must tell me.
Then, am I ready now?
Am I prepared to reveal that I am a returnee, to share the connection I built with Renia in my previous life, and to bridge the chasm between severed time and fractured memories, to endure that disparity?
‘…No.’
I am not.
Three years have passed since my return, yet I still lacked the courage to bare the truth to Renia.
It may be selfish. However, to reveal the fact of my regression, I would inevitably have to explain the ‘end’ that Renia and I had faced.
Sharing this with the Renia standing before me now would mean transferring the burden that Renia and I carried in our previous life directly onto her shoulders.
I remember the gleam in Renia’s eyes from the previous life, burning with vengeance.
It is different from the innocent gaze of the Renia smiling before me now.
And so….
“I’m sorry.”
This is a burden I alone must bear.
Did we not make such a promise on that final night of the previous life?
Rather than avert my gaze, I met Renia’s violet eyes directly.
“Renia. The reason I don’t speak is not because I don’t trust you.”
“…Then why?”
“Because your smile is more precious to me than the regrets of the past.”
Renia’s eyes widened in surprise.
After a moment, Renia’s lips curved into an arc.
“So… Reagan not telling me the secret… is for my sake, right?”
“…I suppose you could say that.”
“In other words, I’m incredibly precious to Reagan?”
“Without question, far more than you could possibly imagine.”
“….”
At my blunt admission, Renia’s lips parted slightly. Her face flushed crimson like an apple, and she shook her head vigorously before speaking.
“R-Reagan… that’s playing dirty.”
“Playing dirty?”
“…It’s unfair. When you say things like that… I can’t even stay angry.”
It was the precise moment when Renia, her face burning red, reached out hesitantly to grasp my sleeve.
“Oh! There you are! Reagan, Miss Renia! Are you both alright!”
A booming voice echoed through the corridor as Rashek emerged from the passageway within.
The timing was so perfectly terrible it seemed almost orchestrated.
We both turned our attention to Rashek, and immediately doubted our eyes.
“Hey, Rashek.”
“What is it!”
“Are you… actually okay?”
Was Rashek’s hair originally that shade of red?
No. He was a mage of Maelrn, not Rucen.
Which meant that crimson hue was entirely….
“Blood?”
“I lost a little, that’s all!”
It was far more than “a little.” Rashek was drenched in blood from head to toe.
Particularly from the wound at his shoulder, blood had completely soaked his upper body, and the dark-red scabs clinging to his bronze skin were far more striking than the flesh beneath.
“…Rashek, how are you even alive?”
It reminded me of my own condition around the time I’d finished my battle with Markel.
Rashek himself, now painted in blood, thumped his chest heartily and spoke with unbridled confidence.
“I’ve always been sturdy. This much won’t kill me.”
“…No, you look like you’re about to die. Lie down first. Let’s get you emergency treatment.”
“It’s fine. Really, it’s fine. A little saliva and it’ll heal.”
“Rashek.”
Renia, who had been silently listening to our exchange, called out his name quietly.
“U-um?”
Rashek flinched as if sensing a chill in the air, and Renia looked up at him with a scowl.
“If you say you’re fine one more time, I won’t let it slide.”
“…Understood.”
At Renia’s stern command, Rashek quietly averted his gaze.
“…Reagan, your companion is quite a frightening person, isn’t she.”
I couldn’t help but agree wholeheartedly.
“Anyway, what on earth happened to you to end up like this?”
“I initially planned to take a detour and rescue the mages of Aconia. During that operation, a 6th Rank Black Mage suddenly appeared, and I found myself in quite the predicament.”
“A 6th Rank Black Mage? You fought that thing and won?”
“I didn’t win alone. Truth be told, I nearly died. Fortunately, Saya helped me, and we barely managed to bring it down.”
“Then where is Saya now?”
“She’s currently melting the locks to free the mages of Aconia. I came out to search for keys just in case, but….”
Rashek’s words trailed off as he swayed heavily and fell backward onto his rear. His sense of balance had completely abandoned him.
“No. Rashek, you need to rest.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine, you stubborn fool.”
His arms hung limply at his sides, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and his pupils were half-dilated—it was abundantly clear that Rashek’s body had reached its absolute limit.
“Renia, look after this one.”
“What about Reagan?”
“I’m going to check what’s happening deeper inside.”
With that, I entrusted Rashek to Renia and ventured further into the Corridor.
As I traversed the lengthy Passageway, I discovered a vast chamber with several thick stone pillars rising from its floor, where Saya and the mages of Aconia were gathered.
“I heard the gist of things from Rashek. Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. More importantly… we need to destroy these shackles….”
Saya was completely absorbed in breaking the shackles binding the mages of Aconia.
I considered drawing my blade to cut through the chains, but the wariness in the eyes of Aconia’s mages gave me pause. Drawing a weapon now would likely backfire, so I abandoned the idea.
Besides, Saya would handle it herself.
I passed them by and made my way toward the innermost chamber of the Cave.
The entrance was layered with multiple alarm enchantments. I drew Barissada and severed the magic, then forced open the tightly sealed stone door.
“….”
The moment the door opened, a nauseating stench washed over me, and I couldn’t help but grimace.
As expected, this was the Workshop of the Beast Face Society.
A Chimera Sorcerer’s Workshop was, by definition, a place for synthesizing Chimeras.
“…Bastards.”
Human Vessels were dismembered and scattered across the floor in pieces, and the mingled reek of blood, rotting corpses, and pungent medicinal herbs assaulted my senses.
I had witnessed Chimera Sorcerer Workshops multiple times before, yet I never grew accustomed to them. The scene was indescribably horrific—a veritable hell itself.
Part of me wanted to set the entire place ablaze and reduce it to ash on the spot, but I had to gather what I could.
“Found it.”
While searching the interior of the Workshop while avoiding bloodstains, I discovered an elegant wooden box tucked away on a shelf.
Upon opening it, I found dozens of small pills, each no larger than a fingertip.
These were undoubtedly the very pills the Beast Face Society had distributed to the operatives of the Red Pirate Guild.
Since the very people who created this drug had all perished outside, I couldn’t interrogate them about its origins. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to keep these for further study and analysis.
I swept up the miscellaneous magical artifacts, potions, and treasures the Beast Face Society had accumulated into Andvari’s Cube.
I hoped to find some letter or clue that might prove a connection to the Archmage King, but unfortunately, I discovered no such evidence.
‘Well, finding these pills alone is a considerable haul.’
With that, I took the box and left the Workshop.
Upon returning to the Corridor, I found Saya and the mages of Aconia gathered together in a cluster.
“Mage of Benheim.”
As I appeared, all eyes turned toward me, and Saya approached immediately, bowing deeply.
“Truly… I am indebted to you greatly. As the Head of Aconia, I shall repay this debt without fail. Should you require any assistance, speak freely. Whatever the matter, I will aid you.”
I was about to brush past her words when I caught an odd term in what she said.
“Head? I thought you were the successor?”
“Until moments ago, I was the successor. Now I am the Head.”
“You became Head in that span of time?”
“Yes. To kill Spider Mask, I had no choice but to use the secret technique. For that, I had to become the Head.”
“Secret technique… you mean Aconia’s deadly venom?”
“Indeed. It is called ‘Extinction Severance.'”
Saya then explained Extinction Severance to me.
A single-lineage transmission. A deadly venom that had been strengthened to the extreme, using the Mana Core of successive Heads of Aconia as its medium.
“That is Extinction Severance.”
“So… that venom can only be used by the Head of Aconia?”
“Unless it is extracted separately, that is correct.”
True to Saya’s words, I could see with my own eyes the black aura nestled within Saya’s dantian, her Mana Core.
‘Is that Extinction Severance?’
It was undoubtedly the very venom I had sought. Yet that poison now resided entirely within Saya’s body as the current Head.
“Is there any way I could obtain even a small amount of Extinction Severance? Could you extract it somehow from the Mana Core…?”
“Reagan, treating people like venomous insects is not good.”
Renia pursued the matter with narrowed eyes, but Saya shrugged as though unbothered.
“You are Aconia’s benefactor. In my heart, I wish to share it with you by any means….”
“Wish to?”
“In the battle just now, I expended nearly all of the Extinction Severance accumulated over a hundred years. Even if I gathered what remains, not a single drop would emerge. Such a pittance would struggle to produce the effect you desire.”
“…I see.”
I exhaled deeply.
In the end, I had journeyed to the Southern Forest only to fail in obtaining the deadly venom that was my true objective.
‘Well, it matters not.’
From what I had learned, Extinction Severance was a unique venom passed down solely to the Head of Aconia. And Saya had expended nearly all of that lethal poison moments ago in slaying the Black Mage.
Conversely, this meant the Archmage King could not obtain Extinction Severance either.
If I could not possess it, then it was better for it to vanish from this world entirely. The mere fact that the vicious venom which had killed Steren in my past life was gone sufficed as a satisfactory outcome.
Uprooting the abominable Chimera Sorcerers, the Beast Face Society, was also a significant achievement.
Inwardly satisfied, I nodded.
“Fine. The situation is largely resolved, so let us depart. We should properly treat that fool who collapsed over there.”
Rashek at the end of my gaze lay sprawled on his back, snoring loudly—apparently unable to overcome his drowsiness.
Seeing this, Saya offered a wry smile and nodded.
“Understood. Let us return to the Camp.”
* * *
By the time we arrived at Aconia Encampment, evening had already fallen.
Exhausted from two nights without sleep, Renia and I rested our eyes in the Tent.
I woke around midnight and stepped outside to find the camp alive with festive energy despite the late hour.
“Renia, what in the world is going on here?”
I asked Renia, who was sitting by the campfire warming herself, and she smiled brightly in response.
“Saya has become the head of Aconia, so it seems they’re holding a formal succession ceremony and celebration party.”
“…Not even a day has passed since her rescue, and they’re already so carefree.”
“Well, what’s wrong with that? This atmosphere is nice, isn’t it? People need time to settle their hearts.”
Renia appeared thoroughly intoxicated by the festive mood.
Actually, looking more closely, the cup in Renia’s hand didn’t contain water—it was alcohol.
“…Renia, surely you’re not drinking right now?”
“Huh? Yeah. It’s a liquor that only comes from the Southern Forest. What was it called again? They said it’s made from berries that snakes love? It tastes amazing. Reagan, want a glass too?”
The way she drew out her words suggested she was quite drunk.
Well, Renia is an adult now, so drinking itself isn’t a major issue.
‘Or is it?’
– Come on, Reagan, have a drink with me. Hehehehe.
In my previous life, Renia enjoyed drinking as well. Each time, she would cling to me and pester me, and this life was no different.
“Come on, Reagan, let’s have a drink.”
Before I knew it, Renia had pressed herself against my side and was nuzzling against me. Her warm breath tickled my cheek.
“Surely you won’t refuse your beloved wife’s invitation?”
“….”
My face grew inexplicably hot, so I changed the subject.
“Anyway, Renia. Where is Rashek?”
“…Huh? Isn’t he resting? Wasn’t he in that tent over there?”
“He wasn’t there when I woke up.”
I frowned and looked around, but Rashek was nowhere to be seen anywhere in the bustling camp.
“I’ll go check on him.”
“Oh no, he’s running away.”
I eventually coaxed and soothed Renia, who was leaning on my shoulder, until I could peel her away, then stepped outside the camp.
Soon I spotted Rashek perched on a high tree branch in the darkness, watching the festivities below.
“What are you doing up there again?”
“…Just getting some air.”
“You could enjoy yourself inside, tearing into some meat. There’s alcohol too.”
Rashek shook his head at my words.
“I appreciate the invitation, but… I’ll just take the sentiment for now.”
“Is it because you’re worried about what Aconia thinks?”
Rashek didn’t answer. But sometimes silence is its own affirmation.
“Rashek, you’re Aconia’s benefactor. There’s no need to worry about their opinions.”
“I know. But… the way they look at me isn’t exactly kind. I think it’s better for both them and me if I stay here.”
I pressed my forehead and sighed.
What a foolishly kind-hearted fellow. Here he was, worrying about the opinions of people he’d bled to save.
Noticing my look of exasperation, Rashek offered a bitter smile and spoke.
“It’s fine. Time will resolve this matter anyway.”
“Time?”
“Yes. For now, they won’t abandon their hatred toward Maelern. I understand perfectly. There’s accumulated resentment built up over the years. Especially former Head Baren—didn’t he lose his wife to a Maelern mage? But… things will be different once time passes.”
“What do you mean?”
“Currently, the Head of Aconia is Lady Saya. And I myself will become the Head of Maelern in at least ten years.”
“That’s true.”
“Lady Saya doesn’t seem to harbor such intense hatred toward Maelern. Neither do I. So when I ascend to Head, I’ll be able to wash away all the accumulated bitterness between our two families.”
I thought his spirit had been broken, but it seemed that wasn’t entirely the case.
Rashek el Maelern was already envisioning a future beyond his ascension to Head.
“…You’re surprisingly intelligent.”
“Didn’t you know, Reagan? I’ve always had a sharp mind.”
Rashek el Maelern tapped his temple with a smug expression.
“Believe me, Reagan. Everything will resolve smoothly from here on.”
“Is that your wishful thinking?”
“No. This is… more like an instinct. And my animal instincts have never been wrong, or so they say.”
Rashek el Maelern wore an expression of absolute conviction, and….
* * *
The next day, Maelern’s battle mages descended upon the Camp.

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