The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 54

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Chapter 54

 

Yusephine Airid vividly remembers the color she was born with.

 

The Spectral Airidd. Like the family’s epithet, the direct bloodline of Airidd is born with their own unique mana coloration from birth.

 

Yusephine’s color was silver.

 

A cold and serene silver-white, like a silver tray holding moonlight with a handful of ash scattered upon it.

 

Her father Oswald would look at that beautifully shining color and rejoice, saying she would be excellent material to lead the family in the future.

 

That light began to fade just two years ago.

 

At first, she thought it was simply due to fatigue. However, the gray spots that started at her fingertips gradually spread throughout her entire body, her hair color became murky, and even the mana coloration she had taken pride in was tainted with ash.

 

Black Disease. A rare illness with no reported cases even to the Guild, and for an Airidd mage, it was tantamount to a death sentence—an incurable disease.

 

“Is there truly no way!”

 

Father Oswald relentlessly pressed the family’s mages to cure the disease.

 

It was around that time when the Black Mages approached. The Black Mage who came deep into Airidd under the pretext of treating the Black Disease assured them that with just a little support, they could cure the illness.

 

Black Mages are heretics of the magic world who violated taboos and are clearly evil. Joining hands with them is an inexcusable grave sin.

 

Oswald was not unaware of this fact. However, unable to watch his only daughter dying, he ultimately broke his pride and grasped the devil’s hand.

 

“…I’m sorry. What a pathetic father I am…”

 

Oswald said this to Yusephine.

 

And then he turned away. If being able to turn one’s eyes away from one’s own sins was a step toward becoming an adult, Yusephine didn’t want to become such an adult.

 

‘It’s a suppressant.’

 

Yusephine clearly remembers the sacrifices that were necessary to create this medicine. She knew and still received the suppressant. She deliberately turned away from the fact that her own life was taking root in others’ graves.

 

In the end, that day Yusephine thought she too had climbed the stairs to adulthood.

 

‘…How fleeting.’

 

Even if the Black Mages invented a cure and treated the Black Disease, her mana would never regain the brilliant silver color it once had.

 

Mana that has lost its color once cannot return to what it was before. Yusephine’s emotions were the same. From that day forward, she closed her heart and turned her attention away from her surroundings.

 

Even when she was rescued from Rodel’s Abandoned Mine, even when Benheim’s mages surrounded her with worry, even when Oswald held her and apologized countless times, Yusephine felt no emotion whatsoever.

 

However…

 

“…Reagan.”

 

Even such a Yusephine was quite surprised the moment she saw the face of the person who came to treat her.

 

Reagan von Benheim.

 

An acquaintance.

 

The man who had barged into the Mist Valley mine and arbitrarily saved her.

 

He had come to the Irid Residence on his own feet, claiming he would cure the Black Disease. It was incomprehensible behavior. Why would Reagan, Benheim’s son-in-law, come to treat her, the heir of Airidd?

 

“From now on, I’m going to extract all your mana, purify it, then return it.”

 

Reagan spoke matter-of-factly.

 

Yusephine was more surprised by her father’s attitude of condoning Reagan’s actions than by the radical nature of the treatment method.

 

Oswald stood at the doorway, watching this scene with anxious eyes. That strict and arrogant father had entrusted his daughter’s life to another family’s son-in-law.

 

That fact was also unpleasant.

 

“…Don’t treat me.”

 

So she flatly refused.

 

“I’m not worth saving. There’s no value in risking your life for someone like me. You’ll only put your own life in danger.”

 

Yusephine was already no different from an accomplice of the Black Mages. What value could there be in a life sustained by stepping on countless sacrifices?

 

Moreover, the treatment method Reagan mentioned carried enormous risks for the practitioner as well. Extracting and purifying the mana within the body. It sounds easy, but if done incorrectly, it’s a gamble that could cause both parties’ Mana Cores to collapse.

 

Thud.

 

Reagan, as if he had no interest in Yusephine’s opinion, indifferently removed his coat and took out Airidd’s Prism from his chest, setting it down.

 

“I told you to stop. If this goes wrong, you too will…”

 

“Geez, so noisy with all that chattering. Must take after her old man.”

 

“…”

 

At the sudden harsh words, Yusephine’s eyes widened.

 

Reagan sighed and said.

 

“You know what. I know a woman who talked just like you. Said she was wrong so I should run away and survive alone. Wise. That actually was the right judgment.”

 

Reagan placed the Barrier Stone right next to the Prism. Then he raised his head and stared directly into Yusephine’s eyes. A strange light flickered in his deep blue eyes.

 

“But here’s the thing. I’m not exactly a wise guy. And I’m even less the type to turn away from someone dying right in front of me.”

 

“…”

 

“So shut up and just extract your mana. Whether you want to live or die doesn’t matter. There’s a problem to solve in front of me, so I’m just going to solve it.”

 

Yusephine stared blankly at Reagan.

 

Why was this man so full of conviction?

 

There was no reason anywhere for a complete stranger to risk his life for an evil person like herself.

 

“Won’t…turn away.”

 

Only those words echoed in Yusephine’s mind.

 

Unlike Yusephine and her father who had turned their eyes away from the Black Mages’ evil deeds, Reagan would not do so.

 

“…”

 

Suddenly, memories from Mist Valley came to mind.

 

Before the battle with mercenary Barg, Reagan had said he had no intention of dying.

 

He actually did as he said. He defeated Barg without a single wound.

 

It was a similar tone to then.

 

Reagan was confident that this perilous treatment would definitely succeed.

 

“How can you be so confident?”

 

“How or what, if I couldn’t cure it, I wouldn’t have started in the first place.”

 

“…”

 

Groundless confidence to the point of arrogance.

 

However, Yusephine instinctively knew she couldn’t break this man’s stubbornness.

 

“Then, do as you please.”

 

“I was planning to anyway.”

 

* * *

 

“She’s asleep.”

 

Renia said.

 

She had just put Yusephine Airid to sleep through magic.

 

For a mage, sleep that leaves one defenseless against external interference is like a state of suspended animation. It’s not for nothing that mages set up protective magic at camps.

 

I looked at Yusephine’s sleeping face and let out a deep sigh.

 

“Really, making a fuss even when someone’s trying to save her.”

 

I turned my head to look at Renia standing behind me.

 

“Alright, Renia. You heard about the roles.”

 

“Yeah. While you purify the mana, I’ll inject mana tuned through the Prism into this girl’s body. As fast as possible, and accurately.”

 

“Good if you understand.”

 

The key to this procedure is speed and precision.

 

The moment I extract Yusephine’s contaminated mana, her Mana Core will become a vacuum. Renia needs to fill that gap. Normally it would be impossible. But not for me.

 

Injecting another person’s mana is taboo, but if we tune the wavelength through Airidd’s Prism, we can minimize the rejection reaction.

 

Above all, Renia’s mana is the purest on the Continent. I had once accepted it into my own body, so there shouldn’t be any major problems for Yusephine either.

 

“Renia, let’s begin then.”

 

“Okay.”

 

I placed my hand on Yusephine’s chest. At the same time, Renia also grasped Yusephine’s hand from the opposite side and drew up her mana.

 

Under the observation of the two family heads, Oswald and Steren, we began the resonance.

 

Wooong—.

 

First, I opened the Mana Core. I threw wide open one of the empty sides of the two spaces divided by barriers.

 

Mana flows from top to bottom, from high density to low density. Through the connected mana circuits, the mana that had been stagnating in Yusephine’s body slowly entered mine.

 

“Damn disgusting…”

 

The moment Yusephine’s mana flowed through my body, a terrible sense of discomfort struck me.

 

It was the complete opposite of when I had accepted Renia’s mana at the Mana Vein in the past. An unpleasant sensation like sticky tar being shoved into my blood vessels.

 

‘This is… definitely a curse.’

 

I was certain.

 

This is a curse created by the Black Mages. Mana contaminated by curses is always like this. The dregs of mana mixed with the foul-smelling impurities and resentment characteristic of black magic.

 

It was a sensation I was extremely familiar with, having faced countless curse mages in my previous life.

 

‘This actually works out well.’

 

Since I knew this energy, I also knew how to purify it.

 

I operated Benheim’s mana cultivation method. I guided the contaminated mana to my first core. There, I rotated the entire core to separate the impurities.

 

Then I passed it through the barrier wall.

 

My body, or more precisely my mana core itself, became a massive filter.

 

Hiss.

 

I thought I heard a burning sound from my mana core.

 

The contaminated mana filled my mana core completely. My blood vessels felt like they would burst, and my bones twisted as if they would crumble. A metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue.

 

But I didn’t stop. Instead, I operated my core even faster. What I needed now was speed.

 

“…Renia.”

 

“Yes. I know.”

 

Following my signal, Renia injected purified mana through the prism into Yusefin’s body.

 

Renia’s mana turned silver as it filled Yusefin’s body, and the contaminated mana pushed out by that repulsive force entered my body.

 

“Ptui.”

 

Unable to hold back, I spat out blood.

 

In addition to my mana, Yusefin’s mana also swirled within my body. In other words, I was currently enduring more than two people’s worth of mana with one person’s capacity.

 

Naturally, a human body cannot accommodate mana beyond its limits. At this rate, my core would inevitably collapse.

 

However, I had one more method available…

 

Flash.

 

I tightened my grip on the barrier stone in my hand.

 

The barrier stone, already purified and emptied, served as an excellent fuel tank.

 

The amount of mana exceeding my limits would flow through the barrier stone to be stored.

 

Yusefin’s mana flowed through my body, and that empty space was filled by Renia’s mana.

 

Also, mana beyond my body’s limit was directed to the barrier stone.

 

This series of processes was carried out swiftly and precisely.

 

However, the faster the speed, the greater the burden. My mana core expanded as if it would burst at any moment.

 

It was extremely overheated from purifying the contaminated mana.

 

In my mouth, I tasted something burnt beyond the metallic taste.

 

But I didn’t stop.

 

If I stopped here, everything would be in vain.

 

“Renia, push it in a little stronger.”

 

“Really? Any faster than this and you, Reagan…”

 

“It’s okay. I can do it.”

 

Renia hesitated, then nodded and pushed Yusefin’s mana out even more forcefully.

 

The contaminated and cursed mana entered my body, but there was no disruption in the series of processes. My mana core performed its filtering role excellently.

 

Whoosh——.

 

How much time passed like that?

 

The color of the mana flowing from Yusefin’s body gradually began to fade.

 

No, it wasn’t fading. It was regaining its original color.

 

“…Ah.”

 

Renia let out an exclamation. Her gaze was directed at Yusefin’s hair.

 

Yusefin’s hair color, which had been the same ash gray as mine, was now shining with a brilliant silver light.

 

They say the direct descendants of Airidd have their own unique colors, and in Yusefin’s case…

 

“It’s silver.”

 

It was a brilliant silver-white.

 

* * *

 

Watching the miracle unfold before his eyes, Oswald’s mouth hung wide open.

 

“…Huh.”

 

Extracting and purifying the mana from within the body.

 

When he first heard that story, Oswald naturally had to be furious.

 

However, Reagan’s argument was logical, and since Yusefin’s condition had deteriorated to the point where they had to grasp at straws, he ultimately allowed it.

 

He had to believe, but couldn’t believe it.

 

It would be more accurate to say he couldn’t bring himself to believe.

 

But a miracle happened before his eyes.

 

“To accomplish it so perfectly…”

 

Oswald had been prepared for considerable aftereffects to remain in Yusefin’s body even if the treatment succeeded. He thought it would be enough if they could just save her life, even if her mana core was damaged or her mana circuits permanently impaired.

 

But it was needless worry. Reagan’s treatment was perfect.

 

His skill in absorbing and filtering contaminated mana was so bold and swift that even he, a 7th-tier mage, had to admire it.

 

And what about Renia Benheim who assisted him? Her precision in filling in purified mana without allowing even a moment’s gap was no less than that of a veteran mage.

 

Their mana manipulation skills were so mature that it was hard to believe these were merely 4th and 5th-tier mages.

 

Shine—.

 

Finally, silver radiance filled the entire room.

 

The treatment had ended successfully.

 

A rosy flush returned to Yusefin’s cheeks, which had been pale with illness, and her hair, which had been a dull ash gray, regained its brilliant silver color.

 

“…Steren.”

 

Oswald called to his old friend beside him.

 

Steren stood with his arms crossed, looking proudly at his daughter and son-in-law.

 

“What is it, Oswald.”

 

“…Your family’s future looks bright.”

 

It was a heartfelt sentiment.

 

To have two such monster-like children in their care.

 

Benheim’s golden age might just be beginning.

 

“What nonsense.”

 

Steren smiled bitterly as he lit his tobacco.

 

“Hasn’t Airidd also regained its future now?”

 

“…Yes. That’s right.”

 

Oswald nodded while looking at Yusefin’s silver hair as she lay on the bed.

 

His daughter had survived. The family line would not be broken.

 

As a family head, and as a father, this should be a moment to jump for joy.

 

However, the weight pressing down on one corner of his heart did not disappear.

 

“Steren.”

 

“What now?”

 

“Am I pathetic?”

 

Oswald’s voice trembled slightly.

 

He had joined hands with a demon under the pretext of saving his daughter. In exchange, he had condoned the sacrifice of countless innocent people. This sin could never be washed away.

 

“…”

 

Steren did not deny Oswald’s self-mockery. Nor did he offer comfort.

 

Instead, he stubbed out his finished cigarette against the wall and spoke matter-of-factly.

 

“You did do something stupid. Though if my daughter Renia had contracted an incurable disease, I might have become just as stupid.”

 

“Is that so.”

 

“…Well, even so, I wouldn’t have joined hands with a black mage.”

 

Steren shot back bluntly.

 

Oswald let out a hollow laugh.

 

Steren and Oswald. The two oldest family heads in the Great Mage Alliance, who had competed their entire lives.

 

That’s why he could read the reproach and just a tiny bit of empathy contained in those words.

 

“You’re still hard to get close to, as always.”

 

“We’ve always been like that.”

 

Oswald glanced at Steren once and let out a deep sigh.

 

When he looked up, Reagan was already standing in front of him.

 

His entire body was drenched in sweat from pushing his mana core to its limits, and his steps were unsteady.

 

However, Reagan casually wiped the blood from his lips and spoke.

 

“Your daughter will be fine.”

 

“Yes. It seems so.”

 

“Then let’s finish our conversation now.”

 

I could tell what Reagan’s next words would be without having to hear them.

 

“You must pay the price for colluding with the Black Mages. That’s what being an adult means, isn’t it?”

 

I had no intention of running away. No, this was something I must not run from.

 

This would be the last path to becoming a father who wouldn’t shame his daughter.

 

Oswald slowly, very deeply, nodded his head.

 

“…Yes. That’s how it should be.”

 

Oswald Irid, a grave criminal of the magical world, was ready to face his crimes.

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