The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130
“Rashek, do you truly mean what you just said?”
“I do. I will not return to Maelrn.”
Kashar pressed the question again, and Rashek answered without wavering. Upon hearing those words, Kashar fixed him with a piercing gaze that seemed to bore right through him.
A chill ran down my spine. Yet Rashek remained standing, enduring his father’s sharp scrutiny without flinching.
‘I’ve said it.’
There was no taking it back now.
This was the first time Rashek had ever defied his father. So what would his reaction be?
“How presumptuous. Are you trying to assert yourself before your father, who towers above you like the heavens?”
Kashar’s brow furrowed as he turned his body, then stepped directly toward Rashek.
“Do you truly believe a mere child taking his first steps can survive without a family?”
“As you say, I may be taking my first steps, but I am also of age. And… I wish to determine the course of my own life.”
“Those words sound to me like you’re admitting you haven’t lived your life as you wished until now.”
“…”
“Rashek, you are now challenging the authority of Maelrn itself. A successor must wear the garments befitting such a station.”
Kashar’s words were brutally pragmatic.
Yet Rashek remembered what he had witnessed during this journey.
He had seen the hidden face of Maelrn, which he had always believed to be just.
“…Father, are Aconia still vermin?”
“Of course. If I had my way, I would exterminate them all.”
“Is that reason… simply because Aconia pollutes the Southern Forest?”
“Precisely. What master would tolerate a viper coiled in his own house?”
“…”
Rashek clenched his fists.
“…I believe that is wrong.”
“What did you say?”
“I was raised seeing only one side. But as a coin has two faces, as light casts shadow, I have now witnessed the darkness of Maelrn.”
“…”
“Maelrn is not the just family I learned of within our house. We drove the powerless into the corners of the forest and imposed only our way. It is natural that the oppressed harbor poison. Aconia’s rage, their hatred… Maelrn must bear the weight of it.”
“Rashek, it would be wise to hold your tongue.”
Kashar issued a warning, but Rashek shook his head and continued.
“You knew full well that the Chimera Sorcerers were devouring the wild spirits, yet you allowed it. All for the single purpose of annihilating Aconia.”
“…”
“That is… wrong. It is not just.”
As Rashek barely finished speaking, silence settled over the room.
Kashar exhaled softly, his gaze fixed upon Rashek with displeasure.
Having already steeled himself, Rashek no longer trembled. When he lifted his head to meet his father’s eyes directly, Kashar’s face twisted with clear displeasure.
“Rashek, if you continue this stubborn defiance, I will have no choice but to take you by force.”
“Then I too shall resist with every ounce of my resolve.”
“…Are you now defying your own father?”
“That’s correct.”
At Rashek’s response, Kashar let out a hollow laugh. Even the Bokryeongdae mages looked taken aback, their eyes fixed on Rashek.
To be honest, Rashek himself was quite surprised by his own words.
Had I been influenced by Reagan? Or was this my true nature all along?
I couldn’t say.
I couldn’t say, but….
“I will walk the path I have chosen for myself. Father, please… do not interfere.”
Rashek felt that the exhilaration coursing through him now stemmed from far more than mere rebellious impulse.
It was as though I had shattered the rigid shell that had encased me—a surge of liberation so overwhelming it nearly took my breath away.
Whoooosh—.
Without warning, a tempest erupted. It was the aftermath of the Bokryeong magic Kashar had unleashed.
When he’d used it against Reagan moments before, he’d held back to suppress momentum; this time was different. Kashar showed no mercy, and a gale so violent it seemed ready to sweep Rashek away crashed down upon him. Yet Rashek braced his legs firmly and held his ground.
“…So you want to try your hand against your own father.”
“Yes. I will not return to Maelrn. I will see more, learn more. And when I am satisfied… only then will I return.”
“As Maelrn’s heir, you have no choice in the matter.”
“Before I am Maelrn’s heir, I am a mage named Rashek.”
Kashar extended his hand. A torrent of mana compressed into a single point, gathering at his fingertips. Rashek drew a deep breath and raised both fists.
‘…I’m mad.’
I myself thought I was insane.
A mere 5th Rank mage, taking a defensive stance against a 7th Rank Archmage versed in the same school of magic.
“…Lord Head! No matter what, this is….”
“Silence. Raising a child is a parent’s duty. You stay out of it.”
Sharkan, captain of the Bokryeongdae, tried to dissuade Kashar, but he paid no heed.
The situation hung on a knife’s edge.
“…Rashek.”
Someone called out to me. It was Reagan von Benheim, leaning against a nearby tree. He gestured toward Kashar with a tilt of his chin and continued.
“If you need it, I could lend you a hand.”
“…No.”
Rashek refused outright.
I didn’t want to burden Reagan further, and this was ultimately a burden I alone had to bear.
“I’ll manage somehow.”
“…If that’s your will.”
Reagan shrugged and dragged Saya back with him.
Thus, the obstacle between Kashar and Rashek vanished.
———Crash.
Immediately after, Kashar’s magic swept over Rashek’s body with tremendous force. A blade of wind laced with 7th Rank mana—pain that felt like it was flaying flesh spread across my entire being. Yet Rashek clenched his teeth and drove both feet firmly into the ground, anchoring himself. It was thanks to the earth elemental Gurgo.
But merely enduring was not enough. To shake off that elemental’s power, Rashek too had to draw upon an elemental’s strength.
“…Ugh.”
A groan escaped from between clenched teeth. The pain was unbearable.
A moan escaped from my gaping mouth. It hurt like I was dying.
But I had already crossed the line of death once before.
Recalling the sensation from my battle with Spider, Rashek moved with the stepping technique.
A sharp sound.
I advanced—only slightly, but forward nonetheless. Kashar’s eyes widened. Yet Rashek did not settle for this, stepping forward again.
The ground trembled violently. But Rashek moved with practiced grace through the stepping technique, a skill honed from countless sparring sessions with Reagan von Benheim. Unsatisfied with mere footwork, Rashek extended both fists, striking at the pressure points of the wind technique—another art Reagan had demonstrated.
Thus Rashek walked the path Reagan had shown him. But that alone was insufficient. He had to forge his own way. Though the road ahead bristled with thorns of agony, Rashek was resolved to walk it.
A heavy footfall.
Having closed the distance by more than five paces, Rashek raised his fist. My vision remained completely obscured, seeing nothing. Blood rushed to my head, and the world before my eyes burned crimson.
Yet Rashek knew what had to be done.
Within that scarlet haze, I found the path forward.
I drew mana from my Mana Core, channeling it into my fist. The wind spirit Crowd responded, coiling around my knuckles. Then Rashek unleashed his punch.
It was crude, yet audacious—a desperate gambit….
A thunderous boom!
For just an instant, the torrent of mana Kashar had unleashed parted, and my vision cleared.
Kashar, hand extended, stared at Rashek with an expression of astonishment.
“…Rashek, you….”
A 5th Rank mage had, for but a moment, dispersed 7th Rank magic.
As an Archmage, Kashar was the first to perceive the transformation occurring within Rashek’s body.
“You’ve reached… 6th Rank.”
At those words, Sharkan, captain of the Bokryeongdae, gazed at Rashek with eyes wide in shock. Rashek, who had been merely mid-5th Rank before leaving his family, had ascended to 6th Rank.
An impossible rate of growth.
Sharkan was not alone in his astonishment.
“…Hmm.”
Kashar lowered his hand. The wind pressure of mana subsided in turn.
“I see.”
What Kashar understood, how, and why remained a mystery.
Yet he turned away from Rashek. The gesture’s meaning was unmistakable.
“I find the sight of you distasteful. Begone.”
Though his words were harsh, they amounted to an acknowledgment of Rashek’s worth.
“Shatter yourself completely. And regret it deeply.”
Perhaps it was merely my imagination.
But Kashar El Maelern’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles.
* * *
With Maelern’s mages departed, the forest resembled the aftermath of a tempest.
In truth, a tempest had indeed swept through. The wind spirit’s gale unleashed by Kashar had left the trees grotesquely twisted and snapped.
Yet there stood Rashek, silent and motionless, his gaze fixed upon the direction Kashar had vanished.
I paused briefly in thought before approaching Rashek and tapping his shoulder.
“How do you feel?”
Rashek gazed wordlessly at his own fist.
The mana dwelling within it had grown far more solid than before.
‘Surely Rashek didn’t reach 6th Rank in that time.’
I’d considered intervening if things looked dangerous, but my concerns proved unfounded.
Rashek had indeed ascended to 6th Rank. I’d heard he was a prodigy who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Arno among the late-stage mages, and he certainly lived up to that reputation.
Maelrn’s Head Kashar’s quiet withdrawal must have been aided by his son’s remarkable growth.
“…Reagan.”
Rashek, who had been silently staring at his fist, finally spoke.
“…For the first time, I defied my father. What do you think?”
“Why ask me? It was your choice, so what you feel is closest to the truth.”
“I see.”
Rashek clenched his fist tightly, then lifted his head.
“Reagan.”
A bright smile bloomed across Rashek’s honest face.
“Right now, I feel incredibly liberated.”
“It shows.”
* * *
Captain Allet of Benheim had been living days so busy he could barely catch his breath.
Mountains of documents awaited coordination with other families regarding the formation of the Great Mage Alliance Subjugation Force, decided under Benheim’s leadership, and the aftermath of the Shadow Tower remained far from fully resolved.
In particular, Sheril, the new Archmage of the Shadow Tower, continued to make bold moves.
– The Dark Mage Guild? That’s no longer under the Tower’s jurisdiction.
She had cleanly severed the Dark Mage Guild, which spread across the Continent like a network of cells.
The new Shadow Queen’s brazen and audacious declaration left the Dark Mage Guild in the position of children who had lost their parents overnight.
And managing the resulting riots and protests from the Dark Mage Guild became the Great Mage Alliance’s burden.
As if that weren’t enough, troubling news arrived just days ago.
“…It seems our children caused quite an incident in the Southern Forest.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m referring to Reagan and Renia.”
Allet’s eyes widened at those words.
Reagan and Renia.
The two had formally held their wedding ceremony not long ago. And the very next day, they vanished without a trace.
Rumors swirled both inside and outside the family. All Allet knew was that the two had gone on a honeymoon to an unconventional destination.
“Are you saying those two caused some kind of incident?”
“Word came from the Great Mage Alliance Branch that they’ve completely destroyed a water fortress in the south and are pursuing Chimera Sorcerers.”
Steren von Benheim, the Head of Benheim, explained with a troubled expression.
“It seems Renia and Reagan are thoroughly stirring up the Southern region.”
“Has Maelrn lodged any protests?”
“No official correspondence has arrived yet… but it’s only a matter of time.”
As Steren spoke, he sighed, looking as though he’d aged years in mere moments.
They say fathers age decades from the moment they marry off their daughters. The saying certainly fit.
“Should we dispatch someone?”
“No, there’s no need for that. One incident is enough. Those two will tire out soon and return.”
“Indeed… is that so?”
“Allet.”
“Yes.”
“For now, just nod along.”
In the end, Allet did exactly as Steren instructed.
Another two weeks passed after that.
No letter arrived from Maelern, so I was just beginning to hope the matter might blow over.
“…Um, Head of House?”
“What is it now?”
“Miss Renia has returned.”
“Reagan came with her, I presume?”
“Yes… but… that’s not all.”
At Allet’s words, Steren rose in alarm and swept open the Manor’s curtains.
“Allet.”
“Yes.”
“Am I seeing this correctly?”
“No, sir. You’re seeing it perfectly clearly.”
At the entrance to the Estate stood not just Renia and Reagan, but nearly dozens of people gathered together.
They were Rashek, the heir of Maelern, and the mages of Aconia who had emigrated from the Southern Forest.
“…Head of House, didn’t you say one incident was enough?”
“Allet.”
“Yes.”
“Be quiet.”
Allet complied.

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