The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52

 

“How did you do this?”

 

Iline asked, staring intently at the paper I handed her.

 

“There’s no way you could draw such a detailed blueprint of your own body. Didn’t Benheim do some precise measurements separately?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then… how exactly did you do this?”

 

“I just… have good eyes. I can see mana just by looking, you could say. I can understand its structure, you could say.”

 

“Eyes, you say…”

 

Iline pondered my words while resting her chin on her hand.

 

In my previous life, when I said such things, most people didn’t believe me. Even Renia only acknowledged my ability after I had broken through her magic several times.

 

But Iline was different.

 

“Yes. That certainly could be possible.”

 

“You believe me?”

 

“Of course. You’ve drawn such a perfect diagram. Though your drawing skills are… well, somewhat lacking.”

 

Iline explained with a mischievous smile.

 

“Actually, throughout the history of magic, though extremely rare, there are special constitutions that can read mana with the naked eye. In fact, among Arcamen’s distant ancestors, there are mentions in ancient documents of someone with such a constitution.”

 

“…”

 

“In that sense, Reagan, you’re practically blessed as a mage.”

 

That was the first time I’d heard such a story.

 

So there were people in previous generations who had eyes similar to mine?

 

Iline put the paper down on the table, then clapped her hands as if a good idea had occurred to her.

 

“Reagan, you might be able to fix it.”

 

“Fix it? What do you mean fix?”

 

“The ‘mechanism’ in our Arcamen domain.”

 

“Mechanism? What’s that?”

 

“I don’t know either.”

 

Iline answered with a bright smile. When I frowned, thinking she was joking, she waved her hand and explained.

 

“I’m not joking. I really don’t know. The ‘mechanism’ is a mysterious device whose purpose, operation, creation date, and reason for breaking down are all unknown. The only thing we can be certain of is that it has precision so high that it’s impossible to reproduce with current technology.”

 

“Why does Arcamen have such a device?”

 

“It’s been there since long ago, even before the establishment of Arcamen Tower. There’s even a hypothesis that Arcamen’s domain is in the Northern Snowy Mountains because the territory itself was formed around that mechanism.”

 

When the story of the ‘mechanism’ came up, Iline’s eyes became serious.

 

“How do you expect me to fix that?”

 

“Rather than you fixing it, your eyes might be what we need. To understand the design, we need to put measuring equipment inside the ‘mechanism’, but the space is too cramped. Moreover, because the device is so old, using measuring instruments might cause the surrounding circuits to react to minute mana fluctuations and create unintended contact.”

 

“I see…”

 

“So to fix the ‘mechanism’ without mana, we desperately need your help in reading mana flow with the naked eye.”

 

An ancient mechanical device whose principles cannot be understood with ordinary magical tools. They need someone with a special constitution like mine to understand its structure.

 

“So Reagan, let me ask you one favor.”

 

Iline leaned toward me with an expression like an excited child.

 

“I’d like you to come to Arcamen domain once and examine that ‘mechanism’. How about it? Of course, no one will blame you if you can’t fix it. But if you succeed, you’ll become a hero of Arcamen. It’s all gain and no loss, isn’t it?”

 

“…Hmm.”

 

Actually, I’m not interested in being a hero or anything like that.

 

However, Arcamen is a prestigious family that produces the continent’s finest weapons and magical tools. Unlike my previous life, if Arcamen doesn’t fall to ruin, they would be of great help in a potential future war against the Archmage King.

 

Putting them in my debt wouldn’t be a bad choice.

 

“Understood. I’ll visit Arcamen when I have time later.”

 

“Great!”

 

I nodded in agreement, and Iline clenched her fist in celebration.

 

“However, I’d like to set one condition on my side as well.”

 

“…Huh? Another condition? You really like making deals.”

 

Iline chuckled and gestured with her chin.

 

“Fine. I enjoy deals too. For the repair of the ‘mechanism’, there’s nothing I can’t do. I’ll grant it. Tell me. What’s your condition?”

 

“I want to speak with the head of Airidd. Since you’re the head of Arcamen, you should be able to arrange an additional meeting. I’d like a private audience as soon as possible.”

 

At my words, Iline made an interested sound.

 

“Hmm… Airidd would certainly consider that discourteous.”

 

“You wouldn’t care about such trivial discourtesy anyway, would you?”

 

“Oh? You talk as if you know me well. That’s a bit annoying.”

 

Iline chuckled.

 

The face of a complete mischief-maker.

 

But she doesn’t deny it.

 

Seeing that, I was certain.

 

‘She’s the same type as Renia.’

 

The type who, if they have an interest, will dig into it to the end by any means necessary.

 

Then Iline’s answer was already decided.

 

“Fine.”

 

Sure enough, Iline nodded without any sign of hesitation.

 

“Let’s do that.”

 

* * *

 

The next day, in the council chamber.

 

Amid the same tense atmosphere as yesterday, the chairman spoke.

 

“We will resume the 178th Grand Mage Council. First, regarding the formation of the joint subjugation force we discussed yesterday, have each family’s opinions been organized?”

 

There was no way positions would change in just one day.

 

Maelrn, who had abstained yesterday, was completely absent, and Damian Carius still sat there with his smirking face.

 

Finally, Oswald Irid only stared into space with a clearly sickly face.

 

“Then everyone, assuming your opinions are the same as yesterday…”

 

Just as the chairman was about to pick up the gavel.

 

It was an unexpected person who broke the silence.

 

“Arcamen would like to speak, if that’s alright?”

 

When Iline Arcamen raised her hand, everyone’s attention focused on her. They seemed curious about what Arcamen, who had shown a neutral, almost observational attitude until yesterday, would say.

 

“We Arcamen will fully support Benheim’s proposal.”

 

The hall stirred at Iline’s declaration.

 

Steren looked at Iline with interest.

 

“Not just material support. We will dispatch Arcamen’s combat mages and technicians to actively cooperate in the black mage subjugation.”

 

“I sincerely thank Duke Arcamen for his cooperation.”

 

Steren stood up and showed proper courtesy.

 

With this, the balance was broken.

 

Benheim, Rucen, and Arcamen. Three of the five great magic families had cast their votes in favor.

 

Damian Carius, seated at the head table, smiled with interest. Though the royal court might have tried to suppress them with influence, they couldn’t ignore it when a majority of the great magic families showed support.

 

“…What is this.”

 

The most bewildered was Airidd’s head, Oswald. He frowned and glared at Iline.

 

Iline calmly received that gaze and merely shrugged her shoulders.

 

“Ahem… Since Arcamen has agreed, regarding the specific details…”

 

Eventually, that day’s council proceeded with specific discussions for launching the joint subjugation force, led by Benheim.

 

Right after the meeting ended.

 

As expected, Oswald Irid stormed into the separate room where Arcamen was staying in fury.

 

“Iline! What the hell is this!”

 

Oswald burst through the door shouting.

 

“Until yesterday you said you’d maintain neutrality, then you change your words overnight? Are you still the head of Arcamen after doing this?! Choosing Benheim over Airidd?”

 

“Calm down, old man Oswald. You’ll collapse at this rate.”

 

Iline replied leisurely instead.

 

“We had perfectly rational reasons for changing our opinion.”

 

“Reasons? What reasons are you talking about?”

 

“This little one here will explain that to you.”

 

When Iline gestured, I walked out from inside the waiting room.

 

“….”

 

Oswald’s expression hardened as he recognized me.

 

“Iline. Why is Benheim’s son-in-law here?”

 

“If you want to change my mind, you’ll have to persuade this little one first. Because this little one persuaded me.”

 

Oswald frowned at Iline’s words.

 

“Iline, are you saying that this mere brat moved Arcamen?”

 

“Yes. This mere brat presented quite decent terms for a deal. I couldn’t refuse.”

 

“Are those terms worth supporting Benheim instead of Airidd?”

 

“Of course. It concerns a matter related to our family’s long-cherished wish.”

 

Iline nodded with a smile. Oswald’s eyes grew narrower. As he stared at Iline’s face searchingly, I suddenly spoke up.

 

“I’ll be direct. The Black Death – I can cure it.”

 

At those words, Oswald’s lips twisted.

 

“What did you just say?”

 

“The Black Death. That hereditary disease eating away at Airidd.”

 

“That nonsense again. How pathetic. I was going to tolerate it for saving my daughter, but you insist on crossing the line. If you value your life, you’d better give up.”

 

Oswald snorted and turned away.

 

I drove the wedge into his back.

 

“That disease was created by black mages.”

 

Oswald’s steps stopped abruptly.

 

Yesterday I couldn’t speak of it in the middle of the Council Chamber with so many listening ears, but now we were in a separate room. There was no worry of the story leaking out.

 

Oswald slowly turned his head to look at me. His gray eyes had grown cold.

 

“A disease created by black mages. How can you be so certain?”

 

“I know that disease well. I’ve seen it before.”

 

“You’ve seen it? The Black Death is a new strain that appeared recently. It’s a rare disease with no reports to the Guild. Do you think I haven’t investigated?”

 

“Of course you would have.”

 

At this point in time, it would be a new strain.

 

But I, who came from the future, knew the truth.

 

When the Archmage King conquered the continent, he didn’t use force alone. What made his army truly terrifying was the plague they spread.

 

A disease that corrupted mana and hardened the mana core like stone.

 

A type of curse manifested through black magic.

 

This curse was called by a name more fearsome than the Black Death back then.

 

‘Petrification Fever.’

 

It was a terrible disease and curse. Countless knights and mages lost their lives to it.

 

If there was one fortunate thing, it was that Renia was a great mage approaching the 8th circle. Within the Resistance Army at least, she could prevent the spread of Petrification Fever.

 

‘I didn’t recognize it at first because the name was different…’

 

I traced through those memories.

 

“At first, the color of mana becomes murky. Then gradually sensation disappears starting from the extremities – fingers and toes – and the skin turns gray. Finally, the mana core hardens, leaving one crippled or dead. Am I correct?”

 

“….”

 

Oswald’s pupils shook.

 

Of course, the symptoms I described would match exactly what Oswald and Yusefin were currently experiencing, down to the last detail.

 

“…You don’t seem to be lying. How do you know about that disease?”

 

“I’ll keep that to myself. Instead, just as I spoke the truth, please speak the truth as well, Lord.”

 

“The truth?”

 

“Currently, Airidd is in communication with black mages. Isn’t that right?”

 

“….”

 

Iline rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window as if she couldn’t hear.

 

“Not worth listening to…!”

 

Oswald’s expression turned murderous. He neither confirmed nor denied it, but through that reaction, I was certain.

 

‘As expected.’

 

Airidd was currently cooperating with black mages.

 

The reason was naturally for the treatment of the Black Death.

 

“Just because you have a mouth doesn’t mean you can spout any nonsense!”

 

Oswald turned away in fury, trying to leave the room. I spoke to his back.

 

“At this rate, Airidd will be manipulated by mere black mages and face complete destruction.”

 

At my words, Oswald stopped walking again.

 

Now I could see the outline of how Airidd had been destroyed in my previous life.

 

Oswald had allied with black mages to cure Yusefin’s Black Death. It was a perfect example of “giving the disease and then the cure.”

 

The Archmage King had thus brought down the massive wall called Airidd, which rivaled Benheim, from within.

 

“Above all, don’t you want to save your daughter?”

 

Yusefin Airit had been in the Black Mage’s Lair for treatment. In other words, the biggest reason Oswald joined hands with black mages was because of Yusefin’s condition.

 

I too planned to exploit that same weakness, just like the black mages.

 

“I can save her.”

 

“…A lowborn, how dare you….”

 

Mana fluctuated around Oswald. The precursor to spectral magic. Iline hastily drew in mana, preparing to protect me.

 

However, Oswald’s mana couldn’t emit brilliant light. Only dull, ink-colored mana spurted from his fingertips. It was too shabby a colorless display for someone called a master of spectral magic that used colors.

 

It seemed to symbolize the fall of the once-glorious Airidd.

 

“…Damn it.”

 

Oswald glared for a long while, then finally sat down heavily in a chair as if giving up. When he finally opened his mouth, Oswald had the face of an old, weary man.

 

“…Tell me. What is this treatment method you claim to know?”

 

“It’s simple.”

 

I took out the purified barrier stone from my pocket.

 

“You just need to completely purify all the mana in the body.”

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