The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

I obtained a clue about the 4th Circle from Valen.

Then I’ll use this as a milestone and advance without hesitation.

After Valen’s training that made me want to cry ended, I immediately entered the Main House’s workshop.

“You’re here? Get ready. I’m definitely going to beat you today.”

Arno raised both hands triumphantly. Every time I came to the workshop, I would spar with Arno as a warm-up, but since I was already sick of warming up from Valen’s training, I didn’t really want to humor him.

“Not today. Let’s skip it.”

“What! Are you planning to run away!”

“No, I’m not running away. I’m about to enter secluded training from now on.”

“Secluded training?”

Arno frowned deeply and grumbled.

“What secluded training? What wind suddenly blew? Did you eat something wrong?”

“I made a bet. I need to reach the 4th Circle within a week from now.”

“…What.”

Arno’s reaction wasn’t much different from Valen’s. After looking dumbfounded for a moment, Arno snorted.

“Hey, are you really crazy? Do you think the 4th Circle is some neighbor’s dog’s name?”

“…”

“The 4th Circle isn’t a realm you can reach so easily. There are mages who can’t reach it even after practicing magic their entire lives. But what? A week? Are you joking?”

“Right. Valen said the same thing.”

At my response, Arno clicked his tongue and pointed to the mountain of magic books piled on his desk.

Renia had said that Arno was receiving personal tutoring from Magic Tower researchers, and this seemed to be the result of that.

“You might be getting cocky because you could easily rise up to the 3rd Circle just by accumulating mana, but from the 4th Circle onward, you need a lot of accumulated experience. Someone like you who started late will take ages.”

There was subtle pride underlying Arno’s words.

Well, this guy would have received expensive elixirs and systematic education from childhood as the heir of a Great Magic Family.

“You and I are different from the starting line. The difference between those who have been familiar with mana since childhood and developed their senses versus those who haven’t is starkly divided. Wake up from your dream.”

“Hmm…”

Well, it’s not wrong. Certainly from the perspective of an orthodox mage, I would be no different from a child who just learned to read.

It’s been less than half a year since I started with mana, so there would be a huge difference compared to Arno who has handled mana since childhood.

However, there’s one thing Arno is overlooking…

“Do you want to make a bet too while we’re at it?”

“A bet? What bet.”

“If I reach the 4th Circle within a week, you’ll call me big brother for life.”

I’m a regressor. I have a previous life where I’ve handled mana to the point of being sick of it. Although there’s a difference between magic and swordsmanship, ultimately handling mana is the same.

“…What?”

At my provocation, Arno’s eyebrows twitched. Touching the proud young master’s pride was a piece of cake.

“What, are you backing down?”

“…Who said I’m backing down? Fine! Let’s bet! The 4th Circle within a week?! There should be a limit to nonsense!”

Arno laughed triumphantly as if he had caught a good opportunity.

“Ha! Good! Let’s see how long that confidence lasts! But if I win, you’ll serve me as big brother for life!”

Well, being called big brother by my brother-in-law wouldn’t be too bad either.

“Sure. Get ready, little brother.”

“Who’s your little brother!”

I left outside, leaving behind Arno who was jumping around in rage.

I don’t know much about magic, but after seeing Valen’s demonstration, I roughly got a sense of what I needed to do.

For that, there was one thing I needed.

“Sheril, do you have a moment?”

I called the maid Sheril who happened to be cleaning my room.

“What is it, Lord Reagan? If it’s about lunch, I’ve already conveyed it to the head chef.”

“It’s not that, I was hoping to get some help.”

“Help? What kind of help do you mean?”

“Sheril, you’re a Covert Mage, right?”

At my casually thrown question, Sheril’s expression hardened. Immediately after, she lowered her posture and glanced sideways to see if anyone else was in the corridor.

It seemed that the fact that Sheril was a Covert Mage disguised as a maid was a secret known only to the family’s key figures.

Soon Sheril opened her mouth, lowering her voice considerably.

“How… did you know? Did the family head perhaps give you a hint?”

I decided to spare her the explanation that I had seen through it from the first time I saw her.

“Just intuitively. After reaching the 3rd Circle, the aura I feel from you has been a bit different.”

“Aura?”

“Yeah. It’s similar to Black Mages, but I’d say it stinks less than theirs.”

“Do I smell?”

At those words, Sheril’s gaze became somewhat subtle, but I shrugged.

“It’s a metaphor. Anyway, I need your help, Sheril. You’re my personal maid, so you have an obligation to fulfill my requests, right?”

When I made the demand confidently, Sheril frowned as if incredulous and asked back.

“What kind of help?”

“Help me with magic training.”

“Magic… training?”

* * *

There’s another workshop in the Main Mansion basement.

Although the facilities weren’t as excellent compared to the space where Arno and I practiced magic, I was satisfied with the fact that there were no watching eyes.

“Lord Reagan, I’m not sure what you’re planning to do, but… there are many educators in this Main House who are more excellent than me.”

Sheril, who had reluctantly followed me to the workshop, spoke carefully.

“Moreover, I’m a Covert Mage. I don’t follow conventional magic systems.”

“I know. And I’m not particularly seeking to learn from you, Sheril.”

“…Then what do you need?”

“I’m planning to reach the 4th Circle from now on.”

“…The 4th Circle, you say?”

Sheril’s eyebrow angle became somewhat steep.

“Lord Reagan, having high confidence is certainly a good thing. But to challenge the 4th Circle when it’s been less than three months since you reached the 3rd Circle. Your ambition is excessive.”

“Right. I am a bit too ambitious. That’s why I’m asking for help.”

Sheril sighed softly and relaxed her shoulders.

She seemed to think my words were just the typical bravado of an adolescent boy.

Perhaps deciding to humor this game, Sheril unfolded her neatly clasped hands.

“Then what should I do?”

“Attack me.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Try attacking me.”

Sheril looked as if she doubted whether she had heard wrong. Eventually, she let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.

“Lord Reagan… if you need a sparring partner, wouldn’t it be better to ask Young Master Arno?”

“I’m not asking for a spar. You attack me, and I’ll block it with rune magic.”

I stood in the middle of the workshop and stared directly at Sheril.

“There’s no teacher faster than real combat. Well, it’s not completely real combat.”

“…”

“You don’t need to show mercy. As long as my limbs don’t get cut off, I can quickly recover from something like cracked bones.”

Reading that my eyes weren’t joking, Sheril’s expression gradually hardened. Eventually, she asked back in a somewhat cold voice.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you specifically ask me?”

“Because I thought Sheril would grant even such an unreasonable request.”

I actually considered asking Arno, but I didn’t think I’d feel a sense of crisis from mere 3rd Circle magic.

More than anything, since I had experience fighting Covert Mages several times, there was no one more suitable than Sheril for reviving my past life’s senses.

“…Come on. Hit me like you’re trying to kill me. Just don’t cripple me.”

When I urged her on, Sheril let out a deep sigh and roughly tousled her hair.

“Haa…. Really. I can’t take responsibility if you get hurt.”

Eventually, Sheril reluctantly raised both hands and cast her magic.

A 5th-tier covert mage. As if to prove this, the workshop shook violently in an instant.

Soon, black shadows began to ripple from beneath Sheril’s feet. It wasn’t a simple shadow. It was sticky darkness imbued with mana.

‘Not bad.’

The flow of mana and the composition of the magic were also stabilized. Among the covert mages I’d seen in my previous life, this was a remarkable level.

Being a covert mage affiliated with a Great Magic Family wasn’t something just anyone could do.

“If you want to stop at any time, please tell me. You must.”

As soon as Sheril finished speaking, the shadow surged forward and wrapped around my left arm.

She must have controlled her strength, as my arm wasn’t severed just from allowing the attack, but I felt excruciating pain as the shadow burrowed into my skin and scraped against my bones like a blade.

“…Good.”

Let me try breaking through this.

‘4th-tier… forms sentences with runic characters.’

Each runic character has multiple meanings.

And to form sentences with runic characters, you must take only some of the meanings from each character and connect them. This requires a thorough process of calculation.

It’s different from simple multiple chanting in that you simultaneously recognize and construct multiple runic characters.

It means you must unfold completely separate magics that can never be mixed onto a single spell formula.

‘It’s similar to my mana core.’

That was no different from the way I mixed aura and magic.

In other words, if I utilized the mana core Renia made for me to its fullest, even if it wasn’t as natural a fusion as Valen had shown, I could implement something roughly similar.

‘If they can’t be mixed, I’ll just run them separately.’

Two cores within the mana core.

Separate furnaces divided by a single barrier.

I embed different runic characters into each of them.

It wouldn’t be difficult.

Using aura and magic simultaneously was something I’d repeatedly practiced over the past few months and had already grown accustomed to.

Flash.

Kenaz in my right hand, Isa in my left.

Isa is usually a runic character that shoots ice, but beneath that lies the nature of ‘condensation’ that stops and fixes all things.

I take only that part and inscribe it onto Kenaz.

So Isa becomes the conceptual word, and Kenaz becomes the attribute word.

Condensed flame.

In other words, explosive power that bursts forth instantly.

“Let there be light.”

And there was light.

* * *

When Reagan first asked Sheril to help with magic training, she thought it was just the play of a childish boy.

‘Still only a mid-tier 3rd rank, yet wanting to challenge the 4th tier?’

Honestly speaking, it was laughable.

She knew from experience that Reagan possessed genius-level talent, but the path of magic was proportional to the time one had accumulated.

‘And asking me to attack him, no less.’

No matter how seasoned he was, a child was still a child.

She figured he just wanted to try mimicking real combat with his young heart.

So she planned to just give him a good scare and end it there.

When she constricted his arm with dark magic, she intended to pretend to lose and help him up if he screamed and fell.

However….

Boom.

With an explosive sound, Sheril’s shadow magic was helplessly shattered to pieces.

It had been destroyed by Reagan’s magic.

“…Huh?”

Sheril doubted her eyes.

She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed.

Reagan had, if only briefly, layered runic characters and elevated them into a sentence. That was clearly the realm of the 4th tier. However, it should have been a realm impossible to achieve with Reagan’s mana manipulation, as he was still only 3rd tier.

‘How on earth… did he do that?’

A typical mage implements one magic on one magic circuit. So to create a sentence, they had to precisely weave two runic characters on that single circuit.

But Reagan didn’t do that. He forcibly collided and fused the runic characters obtained through multiple chanting—separate magics.

It was something impossible by common sense. Like forcibly joining two canvases to create one painting—a crude and utterly brutish method that excluded any refinement.

However….

“…Reagan, are you in your right mind? If you forcibly fuse runic characters like that, an explosion will occur. Not just this workshop, but the entire basement will become a wasteland. Do you want to die?”

Forcibly fusing two magics from one mana core into a single magic. That wasn’t the kind of reckless act a 3rd-tier mage should attempt.

It was beyond reckless—it was stupid.

It was an act that would leave no room for excuses even if mana backflowed and the core collapsed.

However, regardless of Sheril’s shock, Reagan just shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, I succeeded in the end, didn’t I? The mana consumption was relatively low too. And the destructive power was outstanding.”

“That’s not the problem! Reagan, you could have lost your life just now!”

“But I didn’t lose it, did I? I’m perfectly fine and alive. So that’s what matters.”

At his action of spreading both arms as if to show off, Sheril’s eyes trembled.

“More importantly, if something went wrong, Sheril would have intervened. Even if not Sheril, someone from Benheim would have saved me. The Empire’s greatest Great Magic Family couldn’t fail to handle something like that.”

Seeing Reagan’s cheeky smile, Sheril realized.

Why Reagan had specifically chosen her, and this Main Mansion basement workshop as his training location.

It was because he had faith that even if he failed, Sheril or Benheim’s mages would save him.

Bold, and also mischievous.

Sheril let out a deep sigh.

“No matter how much you trust Benheim, this is too dangerous a gamble.”

“You have to take some risk to increase the stakes.”

Reagan’s eyes gleamed. It wasn’t the look of someone who would listen to being dissuaded.

“Oh, Sheril. From now on, come to the workshop at this time every day.”

“What?”

“Please take care of me for the next week.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to continue this insane act?”

“Well, is there another way?”

Sheril pressed her forehead with a disgusted expression.

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