The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51

 

In the end, the first day’s council concluded without any progress.

 

The council would continue for a total of five days. During this time, each family would continue to move to coordinate their opinions.

 

Sure enough. After the meeting ended and before returning to their lodgings, the mages gathered in small groups to continue their unfinished conversations.

 

Renia headed toward where the Rucen mages were, seemingly worried about Petra whom she had met before, while Steren approached the Imperial Magic Academy President for an earnest discussion.

 

In such a chaotic situation, someone approached me.

 

“Are you Reagan of Benheim?”

 

An elderly man with white hair.

 

It was Count Oswald Airid, the head of Airidd.

 

“I came to express my gratitude. I was too flustered at the time to meet you face to face.”

 

Oswald placed his hand on the head of his daughter Yusefin, who was standing behind him.

 

Yusefin stared at my face intently, then silently bowed her head.

 

“I thank you for saving my daughter. Airidd will not forget the favor you have shown.”

 

I nodded while examining the physical condition of Oswald and Yusefin.

 

A 7th-tier and 3rd-tier mage respectively.

 

Oswald in particular was an archmage who had achieved such excellence that his level seemed comparable to Steren’s. Indeed, if one were to pick the two families with the strongest influence among the Great Magic Families, it would undoubtedly be Benheim and Airidd, so it was natural that Oswald, as the family head, would have an outstanding level.

 

However, regardless of his tier, Oswald’s complexion was not good.

 

His skin was pale, his hair had turned completely white, and the mana flowing from his body was also turbid.

 

Most of all, there was a sinister energy flowing through the magic circuits throughout his body.

 

My expression naturally hardened.

 

It was a familiar energy.

 

“…May I ask you something?”

 

“If you’re asking about Airidd’s internal affairs, I’ll refuse in advance.”

 

Oswald drew a line as if he had grasped my intention. However, I asked regardless.

 

“I heard there’s an epidemic called the Black Death spreading within your family. Was this a disease that existed in the past? If it’s a new outbreak, when did it start spreading?”

 

“Did you not hear what I said?”

 

“I heard you. I heard and still asked. This is an important matter, so please answer.”

 

Oswald’s expression twisted at my direct words.

 

“Though you don’t even have Benheim blood mixed in, your meddlesomeness puts even that Steren to shame.”

 

Oswald looked down at me with displeasure and continued.

 

“Reagan von Benheim, don’t be mistaken. The reason I’m speaking with a lowborn like you is solely because I acknowledge your merit in saving my daughter, not because you’ve put Airidd in your debt. Also, the reason you’re not dead right now isn’t because you’re special, but thanks to the reputation of the Benheim family name behind you. Keep that in mind.”

 

“I might be able to cure that disease.”

 

“Shut up. If you babble one more word, it will become a matter between families.”

 

Oswald made a threat. His eyes were filled with killing intent. However, I couldn’t back down here.

 

“Stop it.”

 

Despite Yusefin’s restraint, I opened my mouth.

 

“I’ve seen that disease…”

 

“Hey, Reagan! What are you doing!”

 

But before I could finish speaking, someone rushed over and grabbed my arm.

 

It was Arno.

 

“Are you crazy? Didn’t you hear what Father said about not causing trouble?”

 

“I did hear it.”

 

“Then why are you acting like this toward the head of Airidd!”

 

I tried to argue that I hadn’t particularly picked a fight and had rather tried to help, but Arno seemed to have no intention of listening to me.

 

“Think before you act. If the head of Airidd hadn’t shown mercy, you would have already been torn limb from limb with a single gesture.”

 

“I wonder about that.”

 

This was the council chamber anyway. Even if Oswald Airid was hot-tempered, he wouldn’t use force in such a place, and judging by his physical condition, he probably couldn’t cast any major magic, so I had taken a chance.

 

However, Arno, who didn’t know the situation, broke out in cold sweat and pulled my arm.

 

“You, you bastard, stick right next to me from now on. I need to watch you so you can’t do anything foolish.”

 

“Tsk. How can I refuse my younger brother’s request?”

 

“Who’s your younger brother!”

 

Arno shouted angrily.

 

I half-listened while looking toward Oswald. He was already heading outside the council chamber with his daughter, and just then Yusefin turned her head to look at me.

 

When our eyes met, Yusefin spoke only with her lip movements without making a sound.

 

‘Sorry.’

 

Two syllables.

 

I couldn’t help but chuckle. At least the daughter was more polite than the father.

 

Anyway, from that encounter I had grasped Airidd’s problem. I could also think of a solution to some extent.

 

‘…I can’t believe they’ve already made moves this far.’

 

The Black Death.

 

When I only heard about it, its true nature was unclear, but seeing the patient with my own eyes made it clear.

 

The cause of the Black Death was…

 

“My, Benheim’s son-in-law is quite bold.”

 

A cheerful voice interrupted my thoughts.

 

Looking toward where the voice came from, there was Iline, the head of Arcamen.

 

“Oh, oh… Lady Iline?”

 

Arno seemed to know Iline and brightened up. Iline was the same.

 

“Oh my, Arno. You’ve grown so much? I heard you reached the 4th tier? This sister doesn’t have much to give, but shall I make you a staff?”

 

“No, no. It’s fine.”

 

Arno scratched his head bashfully.

 

“Arno, are you close with Lady Iline?”

 

“Of course. Lady Iline visits Benheim once every two or three years without fail. Arcamen is friendly with all mage families to begin with.”

 

Arno’s words were true.

 

The faces of Arcamen’s elders behind Iline all looked kind, and there was a harmonious atmosphere in their conversations with the surrounding mages.

 

Compared to the other four Great Magic Families with their murderous atmosphere, they had a sociable and open atmosphere.

 

“That aside. Hey, will you keep me company for a bit?”

 

Iline seemed to have taken an interest in me.

 

“What’s this about?”

 

“It’ll just be a moment. There’s a separate room over there, so could you listen to what I have to say there?”

 

Iline giggled and pulled my arm, and just then Steren, who had finished talking with the chairman, approached us.

 

“Lady Iline. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but Reagan is Benheim’s son-in-law. He already has a partner, so it wouldn’t be good to do anything improper.”

 

“Oh my. How naughty of you. What do you take me for? I’m not interested in a youngster ten years younger than me. Well, actually, I am interested in his body. If the mana core under his skin counts as part of his body, that is.”

 

“…A sparrow can’t just pass by a mill.”

 

Steren had an expression that said he saw this coming.

 

It seemed the reason Iline was showing interest in me was because of my mana core. Even to Iline, the head of Arcamen, my mana core appeared to have an unusual structure.

 

“So, won’t you let me research your mana core? From what I can see, your core has a structure that completely overturns existing common sense. If I analyze this, I might be able to develop a new power source for magical tools.”

 

Her words poured out quite enthusiastically with sparkling eyes. It was probably because she was so obsessed with this one field that she could become a family head.

 

I thought for a moment, then looked at Iline’s face and spoke.

 

“Then Lady Iline, would you like to make a deal with me?”

 

“Ahaha. A deal. That’s Arcamen’s favorite word. Because when you make a deal, there’s a corresponding price.”

 

Iline made a sinister smile and formed a circle with her thumb and index finger.

 

“Hey, what are the terms of the deal you’re proposing?”

 

“I’ll let you research my mana core to your heart’s content. In return, please support Benheim in this council.”

 

Hearing this, Steren let out a hollow laugh, and Iline’s eyes widened.

 

“Hmm… By support, you mean you want Arcamen to agree with Benheim’s agenda?”

 

“That’s right. You said earlier that you didn’t care either way, didn’t you? Then it shouldn’t matter if you agree, right? Just by agreeing to something you don’t care about, you can gain the privilege of researching my body.”

 

I spread both arms as I spoke.

 

Iline looked at me and giggled, then looked at Steren and said.

 

“My goodness, old man. Where on earth did you pick up such a shrewd kid?”

 

“That’s what I’d like to know. It’s quite mysterious to me as well.”

 

“Hmm….”

 

Iline seemed to ponder for a moment, then extended her hand.

 

“Actually, there isn’t much I can decide as a family head, but… well, I suppose I can agree to it here?”

 

I grasped Iline’s hand.

 

The deal was struck.

 

* * *

 

Private room behind the council hall.

 

Iline Arcamen observed the ash-haired young man before her with eyes full of interest.

 

‘Reagan von Benheim….’

 

She had been watching him from the moment she first saw him. The reason was naturally due to Benheim’s shocking move of taking in a commoner-born mage as an adopted son-in-law.

 

As if to prove this, Reagan’s mana core was not just unusual but alien.

 

However, the mana core wasn’t the only strange thing about him.

 

‘What a peculiar child.’

 

From the council chamber, Iline had been observing Reagan’s gaze. He was precisely focusing on Rucen and Airit.

 

He had also looked at Maelrn, but perhaps realizing they wouldn’t be a match for Benheim, he quickly lost interest.

 

Whether Steren had given him a tip or not, it meant Reagan instinctively knew who to be wary of in this council chamber.

 

And lastly.

 

‘Does he have some grudge against the Imperial Mage Association?’

 

Iline was not one to miss the clear hostility in his gaze when he glared at the chief investigator.

 

A mere family son-in-law harboring hostility toward an investigator who serves the royal court.

 

‘Interesting.’

 

He was truly an interesting child.

 

Beyond simply researching his mana core, she wanted to keep him close and learn more about him.

 

It was just unfortunate that she couldn’t.

 

“Good. Shall we start by examining your physical condition?”

 

Iline hummed a tune as she pulled out a large device from her bundle.

 

“What is that?”

 

Reagan asked with a frown.

 

“A mana measuring device. It’s expensive, so don’t break it, okay?”

 

“A measuring device?”

 

“Right. I’ll use this to measure your mana core more precisely. I’ll draw out the structure of your mana core in blueprint form. Based on that design, I thought I might be able to create new tools.”

 

When Iline brought the measuring device closer, Reagan shook his head.

 

“That’s not necessary.”

 

“Not necessary? Why? Are you embarrassed? You don’t need to take your clothes off, you know?”

 

“No. There’s no need to use a machine. Could you just give me a sheet of paper?”

 

“Paper?”

 

Reagan picked up a pen and began drawing something while sitting in place.

 

His hand moved without hesitation.

 

After a moment, the paper he handed over had what looked like a crude doodle drawn on it.

 

“…This is what you need, right?”

 

“Huh?”

 

Iline, who received the paper, couldn’t close her mouth.

 

She had thought it was a doodle, but it wasn’t.

 

This was a blueprint.

 

Though it appeared crude at first glance, it was a bird’s-eye view containing all the essential information: the circulation structure of mana, the principles of barriers, and even the placement of cores.

 

“…You… drew this just now?”

 

“Yes, well… If it’s hard to understand, I could explain it verbally.”

 

“No… That won’t be… right. Necessary.”

 

Iline shook her head vigorously while looking at the blueprint.

 

While excellent mages are said to thoroughly contemplate their inner bodies, they can’t draw such precise blueprints.

 

Perhaps it was natural. Humans cannot see inside their internal organs. Mages aren’t much different. They only feel the sensation of mana flowing from their mana cores, but don’t really know how those mana circuits are intertwined, how they circulate, or when they amplify.

 

However, this young man had perfectly grasped and drawn the structure inside his body as if he had disassembled a machine.

 

This was beyond what could be explained by simply having good senses.

 

“You… how did you do this?”

 

Iline’s eyes became serious.

 

* * *

 

“Yusefin.”

 

Near the council chamber, at the lodging where Airit was staying.

 

Oswald Irid looked down at his daughter’s pale face as she lay in bed.

 

“Are you feeling alright?”

 

“Yes. I’m fine.”

 

Yusefin answered with difficulty.

 

However, contrary to her words, cold sweat was beading on Yusefin’s forehead.

 

The Great Mage Alliance Council had continued for several hours. Not only that, but they had to engage in inter-family exchanges after the council ended, so Yusefin’s physical condition had rapidly deteriorated.

 

“Wait. I’ll prepare the medicine.”

 

Oswald took out a small box from his chest.

 

Inside the box was a syringe filled with dark red liquid.

 

“….”

 

Oswald hesitated for a moment, then brought the syringe to Yusefin’s thin arm.

 

An injection to halt the progression of the black disease.

 

It was something obtained through a deal with black mages.

 

It wasn’t a complete cure. She couldn’t be kept alive indefinitely. However, for now, buying time was enough.

 

The stigma of colluding with black mages wasn’t very important compared to his daughter’s life.

 

“….”

 

Not long after administering the medicine, Yusefin leaned back against the bed with much lighter breathing.

 

Oswald stroked Yusefin’s head and said.

 

“…Don’t worry.”

 

Even if it costs his life.

 

He would save this small life.

 

Yusefin, as usual, only nodded with an expressionless face that neither smiled nor cried.

 

“…Yes.”

 

That was enough for Oswald.

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