The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 129

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Chapter 129
“You dare call me a Chimera Sorcerer?”
“Was I mistaken in my assessment?”
I met Kashar’s gaze directly and spoke.
“While the Chimera Sorcerers ravaged the forest, you and your people stood idle—making you no different from them, are you not?”
“….”
Whoooosh—
Before my words had fully settled, a violent gust erupted. The forest trees thrashed wildly, and blackened leaves scattered down like rain.
It was no natural phenomenon. Kashar El Maelern, the head of Maelern, had unleashed mana from his fingertips.
The wind Kashar conjured resembled yet differed from the wind summoned by Crowd, Rashek’s wind spirit. True to a master of spirit magic, Kashar wielded the spirit’s power entirely as his own.
“…You truly don’t fear death, do you?”
The fact that Kashar had cast magic meant he was consumed with fury.
Even the Bokryeongdae mages grew visibly flustered, watching Kashar’s expression carefully.
I assessed the situation with cold clarity.
‘If we fought… I’d have almost no chance of winning.’
Kashar El Maelern stood at the same level as Arania Sheydi, the Shadow Tower Lord. Yet unlike Arania, who had fought with a body on the brink of collapse, Kashar was in perfect condition.
Moreover, there were no Archmages here to aid me.
Having hurled such insults at Kashar under these circumstances would appear nothing short of suicide.
And yet….
“And you—are you not the one who should fear for your life?”
I had my reasons for confidence.
A certainty that Kashar would not harm us carelessly.
“Isn’t it you who trembles with fear, not I?”
“What do you mean?”
“You hide behind the Bokryeongdae and wag your tongue from safety.”
Kashar currently lurked behind the shoulders of the Bokryeongdae mages, watching us. A Grand Mage would never be intimidated by a mere 6th Rank like myself.
If he refused to step forward, it must be for another reason—one I could hazard a guess about.
“Severance Venom.”
“….”
“You fear Aconia’s secret poison, so you dare not advance.”
Saya currently wore the robes that symbolized the head of Aconia’s house. Unless Kashar was as foolish as his son, he could not fail to recognize this.
In other words, Kashar was wary of a lethal toxin that could kill him in a single strike.
Of course, Severance Venom had been largely depleted in our battle with the Beast Face Society, but Kashar did not know this.
Then I had no choice but to maximize our informational advantage.
“How pathetic—a head of house cowering before mere poison, using his own family mages as shields. The Great Magic Families’ honor must weep.”
“Silence that mouth of yours.”
“Then silence it yourself. Stop hiding. Step forward before me.”
“….”
Kashar remained unmoved by my words.
Confirming my suspicion, I let out a quiet laugh.
“If you won’t come, then I’ll go myself.”
I approached the Bokryeongdae slowly. Their mages took defensive stances.
“What are you doing, Duke Reagan! Come back at once!”
Saya shrieked in a sharp voice, but I paid her no mind.
“Damn it! Suppress him! Don’t kill him! The opponent is from Benheim!”
Finally, as I closed to within five paces of Maelrn’s mages, Sharkan, the commander of the Bokryeongdae, issued his orders.
Spirit power lashed toward me, but I remained unmoved.
I didn’t even dodge.
Whoosh!
The spirit’s attack simply passed by me as if by design.
“…Huh?”
One of the Bokryeongdae members let out a vacant sound.
The barrage of spirit attacks that followed likewise avoided my body as if bound by some pact.
Behind me, Rashek, witnessing this spectacle, opened his mouth hesitantly.
“Reagan… surely you don’t mean…”
“That’s right. Rashek, you were correct.”
I had already confirmed it aboard the merchant vessel heading toward the Southern Forest. Rashek’s spirits feared me.
It was unfortunate that I couldn’t learn spirit magic because of that, but…
– Reagan, you are… the natural nemesis of spirit sorcerers.
Just as Rashek had said, I held an absolute advantage over those who wielded spirits. This was even more pronounced for Maelrn’s mages, who lacked high spirit affinity and thus relied on Beast Face magic.
“…It will be futile.”
In the end, I reached Sharkan, the commander of the Bokryeongdae, without receiving a single attack, and tapped his shoulder lightly.
“You may have heard the rumors, but I am both a mage and a swordmaster. And when a swordmaster stands close enough to touch your nose… you understand what that means, don’t you?”
Sharkan swallowed hard. Behind him, I then saw Kashar glaring at me from over the commander’s shoulder.
“…The same applies to you. Whether you’re a 7th Rank mage or whatever, as long as Beast Face magic relies on spirits, it won’t work against me.”
Of course, Kashar’s arsenal wasn’t limited to Beast Face magic alone. He would have other common magics available, and as a 7th Rank mage, he could certainly employ Embodiment.
However, for a Grand Mage, Embodiment is a last resort. Using Embodiment against a junior mage is tantamount to casting aside one’s dignity. It wasn’t for nothing that the Archmages criticized Arania for employing Embodiment.
“…You’ve got some nerve, haven’t you?”
Kashar spoke through gritted teeth. He was suppressing his rage as much as possible, but his voice trembled thinly.
“Killing and burying someone like you without anyone knowing would be child’s play. And this is Maelrn’s Domain. Do you truly believe you’ll walk away unscathed after such an act? Do you think the Benheim name will shield your worthless life forever?”
“Of course it will.”
I affirmed immediately. Then, meeting Kashar’s blue eyes directly, I continued.
“In fact, before coming here, I had someone send word to the Great Mage Alliance in advance.”
I wasn’t certain how swiftly the storyteller Cobin had moved, but by now, he would have had more than enough time to reach the Great Mage Alliance Branch.
“So the Head of Benheim, and everyone in the Great Mage Alliance, are well aware that I’m here.”
“….”
“And if anything happens to me or Renia, the Head of Benheim will be furious. He’ll come running immediately and overturn Maelrn itself.”
Of course, if he saw this scene now, he’d overturn me first.
But right now, I needed to play every card I had.
I had learned through bitter experience over these past years just how useful the name of Benheim could be.
It was the same even now.
Even Maelern’s Head himself visibly faltered the moment Steren’s name was mentioned.
Yet Kashar did not back down. His eyes still burned with intensity as he glared at me, while the Bokryeongdae mages stood bewildered, their gazes darting between us.
“To be frank, I fail to understand your position. I cannot fathom why Aconia harbors such resentment, but how can a mere few dozen poison sorcerers pose such a grave threat to a Great House like Maelern?”
“Those wretched creatures dare to spread their vile toxins across sacred Maelern soil, tainting it. They are vermin. To tolerate such insects within my own domain is a profound disgrace.”
Hearing Kashar’s words, I smiled wickedly and spoke.
“Then, if Aconia were to vanish from Maelern Territory… you would have no further reason to persecute them, would you? Is that correct?”
“….”
My words struck home. Kashar fell silent.
If that were the case, there was a clear solution.
“Would you permit me to make a proposal?”
“…Speak, boy.”
“I shall eliminate Aconia from this forest in Maelern’s stead.”
“…What?”
Kashar’s mouth slowly fell open.
* * *
Reagan was currently in negotiations with Kashar, Rashek’s father and Maelern’s Head.
Standing at a distance, Saya could not hear the contents of their conversation.
However, with the aid of the wind spirit Crowd, Rashek heard every word they exchanged.
“I shall eliminate Aconia from this forest in Maelern’s stead.”
Reagan had spoken these words clearly.
‘…Eliminate Aconia?’
For a moment, Rashek doubted his own ears. Just moments ago, Reagan had been aiding Saya, yet suddenly his stance had shifted.
Could it be that, overwhelmed by Maelern’s might, he was now betraying Aconia?
Deep within his chest, a fierce anger surged alongside the sting of betrayal.
Yet that sensation was fleeting.
The moment Rashek heard Reagan’s follow-up words, his astonishment only deepened.
“In exchange, allow Aconia’s mages to safely depart this forest.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“Precisely as I say. I mean to grant them land where Aconia’s mages may resettle, away from the Southern Forest.”
“Surely….”
Kashar’s eyes narrowed, and Reagan smiled wickedly, nodding in confirmation.
“Yes. The Benheim Estate possesses a vast forest, does it not? One grand enough to host an annual Beast Hunt Festival.”
“You dare suggest releasing poison sorcerers into Benheim’s domain? Do you truly believe Steren would permit such a thing?”
“If my father-in-law is the man I know him to be, he will. Unlike Maelern, the Head of Benheim regards Aconia’s mages as human beings, not beasts.”
Rashek nearly gasped aloud without meaning to.
To relocate Aconia in its entirety to Benheim Territory.
It was indeed a simple yet perfect solution.
Of course, for Aconia, it meant abandoning the homeland they had inhabited for centuries—a painful sacrifice. Yet at the very least, they would escape Maelern’s relentless persecution.
Moreover, Saya now stood as their Head. She would likely accept this proposal without hesitation.
“….”
And so, Kashar and Reagan exchanged glances.
A silence stretched on, eternal as the ages themselves….
“…One week.”
It was Kashar El Maelern who broke the deadlock first.
“I’ll give you exactly one week. If I catch even a whisper of an Aconia poison sorcerer in this Southern Forest after that, I’ll slaughter them without hesitation.”
“…We won’t need a full week. Five days will suffice.”
Reagan nodded, and Kashar fixed him with a piercing stare before continuing.
“You—your name is Reagan of Benheim, correct?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll remember that name.”
With those words, Kashar turned to leave.
It was a moment of dramatic compromise.
“Everyone, we’re departing.”
“Yes, yes sir!”
As Kashar rose to go, the Bokryeongdae mages scrambled to follow in his wake. He then glanced back at Rashek, who lingered behind.
“Rashek, what are you doing?”
“Yes…?”
“Stop gawking and come along at once. We must return to the family, mustn’t we?”
Rashek suddenly grasped the gravity of his situation.
He had slipped away from the family without his father’s knowledge, torn through the Southern Forest, and worse—aided Aconia, the family’s sworn enemy. Returning home now would inevitably bring his father’s wrath down upon him like thunder.
The mere thought made his breath quicken.
To Rashek, his father Kashar was nothing short of terror incarnate.
“…Rashek.”
Just as Rashek reluctantly moved to follow his father, Reagan called out to him. Then, with deliberate ease, Reagan winked at him.
In that casual gesture, Rashek found courage.
“….”
During this entire journey, Rashek had witnessed Reagan’s deeds.
He had stood unflinching against hordes of beasts, slaughtered Chimeras with his own hands, and protected Aconia without yielding an inch even before his father, a Grand Mage.
Through this expedition, Rashek had gained invaluable experience. He had come to understand that he was nothing but a frog in a well. The world he had known until now was impossibly narrow.
And once enlightenment is gained, one must act upon it—that is the rightful path a person must walk.
“…Hah.”
And so Rashek…
drew a deep breath to steady his trembling heart.
And opened his mouth to his father.
“Father, I will not be going back.”
The atmosphere froze instantly.
Kashar’s footsteps halted. He turned to look at Rashek, tilting his head slightly.
“Rashek, what in the world are you saying?”
“Exactly as you heard. I, Rashek el Maelern, will not be returning to the family.”
Rashek had chosen his own path of his own volition.

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