The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

 

For the next two months, I taught Arno magic.

 

Actually, there wasn’t much to teach. Arno was already being educated by the greatest scholars of the era as the heir to a great magic family. Since he already had a solid grasp of magical concepts and theories, there wasn’t anything grand about what I could teach him.

 

What I taught Arno was simply like unblocking clogged meridians—how to efficiently operate magic in actual combat, and techniques for reducing unnecessary elements in mana manipulation.

 

“Huh.”

 

And through that process, I once again realized that Arno’s talent was just as outstanding as Renia’s.

 

Perhaps because his foundation was well-established, when comparing just the completeness of rune magic, he was even more skilled than me.

 

“You, were you just acting weak after all this?”

 

“Who was acting weak! You just started beating me up out of nowhere!”

 

Arno got angry, but seeing the corners of his mouth twitching, it seemed he didn’t dislike my praise.

 

“Anyway, if you keep growing at this rate, you’ll reach 5th Circle next year.”

 

Over the past two months, Arno had surpassed mid-4th Circle and reached the highest level.

 

When you reach the end of 4th Circle, the wall of 5th Circle awaits. There are countless mages who fall without being able to overcome that wall.

 

However, in my opinion, Arno would step on the threshold of 5th Circle before this year ends.

 

“Ha, what nonsense.”

 

Arno, who heard my words, snorted.

 

“Hey, do you think 5th Circle is some kind of chewing gum? Just because you’ve reached the highest level of 4th Circle doesn’t mean anything—from 5th Circle onwards, it’s the realm of enlightenment. About half of the people who practice magic their entire lives die without reaching 5th Circle.”

 

“Well, that’s because those people are mediocre. At least for me, it was like chewing gum.”

 

“…Damn annoying bastard.”

 

Arno made a spitting gesture.

 

But what could I do? 5th Circle, when compared to swordsmen, is the realm of Sword Expert. In my previous life and now after my regression, I never felt much difficulty in overcoming the wall of 5th Circle.

 

“If you keep training like this, you’ll break through before you know it.”

 

“Easy to say, damn it.”

 

“Same goes for Renia.”

 

“Mm.”

 

Renia, who was stuffing bread into her mouth next to Arno, nodded.

 

Over the past two months, like Arno, Renia had also achieved remarkable growth.

 

In fact, she was knocking on the wall of 5th Circle faster than Arno.

 

‘…Should I call it monstrous talent?’

 

Renia is two years younger than me by age.

 

At that age, she was already looking toward 5th Circle, so I once again felt the reality of her talent that had shone even in my previous life.

 

“Reagan should also work hard.”

 

Renia said while chewing bread.

 

As she said, it’s not like I was just playing around either.

 

Over the past two months, I had been constantly working to make the spectral magic I learned from Oswald Airit truly my own.

 

This was because I had felt something during my duel with Kail last time.

 

‘My speed of splitting mana is slower compared to Airit’s mages.’

 

It couldn’t be helped. What I had learned was Benheim’s mana cultivation method, not Airit’s mana cultivation method.

 

However, in actual combat, a moment’s difference can lead to a huge mistake. One that could even determine life and death.

 

To reduce that gap, I devised various countermeasures and finally came up with a decent workaround.

 

‘I just need to store it in advance.’

 

The barrier stone I obtained from the abandoned mine in Mist Valley.

 

The barrier stone, with its interior cleanly purified, served as an excellent storage. So whenever I had time, I would split mana and store it in the barrier stone by color.

 

If I could instantly draw out the mana stored here when needed, I could cast spectral magic at a speed comparable to Airit’s mages.

 

However, the problem was that to directly draw mana from the barrier stone, I needed to keep the barrier stone close to my body…

 

“Reagan, the bracelet suits you well.”

 

“Yeah. Thanks to you.”

 

Renia said with a grin.

 

After hearing my concern, Renia had skillfully made a bracelet that could hold the barrier stone.

 

Honestly, I was surprised. Before my regression, even on the battlefield, she had insisted on wearing outdated witch attire. I thought she had an aesthetic sense vastly different from ordinary humans, but I never knew she had such craftsmanship.

 

Flash.

 

I wore the bracelet and lightly operated my mana.

 

The needed color immediately flowed out from the barrier stone.

 

‘Not bad.’

 

It wasn’t just not bad—it was so good it was problematic.

 

In addition to the swordsmanship and aura I originally used, I had learned Benheim’s rune magic, Rucen’s manipulation magic, and Airit’s spectral magic.

 

Spectral magic handled pure destructive power, rune magic handled irregular situational responses, and aura and manipulation magic handled close combat.

 

I was now both a mid-5th Circle mage and a Sword Expert swordsman.

 

Since I could use both magic and aura simultaneously, I was theoretically all-weather versatile.

 

Even if I fought against most 6th Circle mages, I could guarantee more than half a chance of victory.

 

‘…But I’m still far from enough.’

 

I still hadn’t surpassed my realm from my previous life.

 

If I couldn’t even surpass Reagan, the wandering mercenary who had nothing but a single sword and no decent skills.

 

‘I wouldn’t be able to scratch the Archmage King.’

 

In the end, I couldn’t be satisfied with my current level.

 

I had to become stronger.

 

“I’m thinking of leaving soon.”

 

At the breakfast table, this was why I decided to leave Benheim.

 

“…What?”

 

At my casually thrown words, Arno, who was using his fork, stopped.

 

“Leave? Here? Benheim?”

 

“Yeah. I’ve been staying in one place for over half a year, and I’m getting restless.”

 

“…Suddenly?”

 

Arno frowned.

 

“Where exactly are you planning to go? The Alliance Subjugation Force will be formed soon.”

 

“I know. That’s why I’m leaving early.”

 

The Alliance Subjugation Force’s first target would be the Black Mage lairs near Airit territory.

 

If they began earnestly subjugating Black Mages, I would inevitably have a high chance of encountering many of my past enemies from my previous life.

 

I had already cut off Barg and Victor, the Archmage King’s right and left hands, but there were plenty of other strong Black Mages besides those two.

 

Just the 7th Circle and above Black Mages I remembered numbered in the double digits.

 

In that sense, meeting Barg in Mist Valley was fortunate. It was before he had reached his prime.

 

However, there was no guarantee I would always encounter opponents who matched my skill level.

 

I needed to become stronger.

 

Strong enough to win against anyone.

 

To do that…

 

“I’m thinking of going to Arcamen.”

 

“A-Arcamen? You mean Arcamen of Artifice?”

 

“What else would there be?”

 

“Are you going to fix that ‘Organization’ or whatever mechanical device?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

I had already received the invitation from the Council some time ago.

 

Since then, it seemed that Iline, the head of House Arcamen, had sent letters to Benheim several times to confirm when I would come.

 

That must mean the repair of the ‘Organization’ was that urgent.

 

“Are you planning to go to Arcamen alone?”

 

“No. Renia decided to come with me.”

 

At my words, Renia smiled brightly and made a V sign.

 

Arno’s expression soured.

 

“Just the two of you?”

 

“I was originally planning to go alone, but Renia insisted on coming with me.”

 

Actually, Renia’s companionship wasn’t a bad choice for me either.

 

Renia’s mana sensitivity surpasses mine. To repair the mechanism, my eyes that read mana flow are important, but Renia’s specialty of detecting minute mana will also be of great help.

 

“Father gave permission?”

 

“There’s no way he wouldn’t allow it when Arcamen sent an invitation. The family head was the one who delivered this invitation in the first place. As for Renia, they’ve already reached an agreement.”

 

“…Hmm.”

 

Arno let out a groan.

 

The way he stirred his soup with the spoon looked quite troubled. Though he didn’t voice it due to his pride, he seemed inwardly disappointed.

 

“If you want, you could come along too.”

 

When I casually suggested it, Arno pondered for a moment before shaking his head.

 

“No, forget it. I’m Benheim’s heir. I can’t carelessly leave my post. I have plenty of other things to do anyway.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Is he already feeling the responsibility as the next family head?

 

That’s probably not it.

 

It’s likely because he’s recently taken a liking to studying magic.

 

Having tasted the pleasure of advancing in skill, he’s eager to train even faster.

 

‘Good timing.’

 

“So, how long are you planning to be away?”

 

“About two months probably. Well, it shouldn’t take too long. I’ll finish the work and return before the Alliance Subjugation Force is formed.”

 

I stuffed the remaining bread into my mouth and stood up.

 

* * *

 

“I’ll assign you a guard.”

 

On the day of departure, Steren spoke firmly.

 

“A guard… you say?”

 

“Yes. One person will accompany you to serve as guard, guide, and attendant.”

 

“Hmm…”

 

I tried to refuse, saying we didn’t need any guard, but it didn’t work at all.

 

“Reagan, I’m not worried about you. I’m simply assigning a guard out of concern for my daughter.”

 

Well, even if we mainly use the Empire’s major roads, there aren’t many fathers who would allow their daughter to venture outside the territory alone.

 

Especially Renia, who had already been targeted by Black Mages once before.

 

Of course, both Renia and I had reached levels incomparable to two years ago, but a father’s worries about his daughter can never be too much.

 

So Steren assigned us an attendant and guard, and that face was quite familiar.

 

“Father, isn’t Sheril a maid?”

 

Renia asked with a puzzled expression.

 

The guard Steren assigned was Sheril, who had been my personal maid.

 

“Reagan, Renia. The Sheril you knew as a maid is actually a top-tier 5th Circle Covert Mage who transferred her allegiance from the Dark Mage Guild to Benheim.”

 

“…What?”

 

Renia was shocked. Meanwhile, my expression was subtle. Sheril’s expression as she looked at me was similar.

 

That was natural, since I had already seen through Sheril’s true identity. From Steren’s perspective, who didn’t know this fact, Renia’s shocked reaction seemed quite satisfying.

 

“Anyway, with Sheril accompanying you, I can feel at ease.”

 

Looking at Steren’s expression, I realized something.

 

Sheril’s role wasn’t simply to guard us.

 

‘…He’s planning to monitor us to make sure we don’t do anything foolish.’

 

What exceptional love for his daughter.

 

To ease Steren’s anxiety, I spoke with the most detached attitude possible.

 

“We’ll make sure to return within two months.”

 

“While returning quickly is good, safety comes first, so don’t rush unnecessarily. Benheim will run just fine without you.”

 

“Yes.”

 

After bidding farewell to Steren, we boarded the carriage.

 

Renia playfully interrogated Sheril about how she had hidden her identity even from her, and Sheril responded to Renia’s teasing with a bitter smile.

 

“Arcamen’s territory is in the northwest of the Empire. It’s in the complete opposite direction from here. If we travel by carriage, it will take about ten days.”

 

Shortly after we set off, Sheril explained.

 

As befitting a Covert Mage, Sheril was well-versed in the Empire’s geography, so she excellently served as our guide for the journey.

 

“First, we’ll take the carriage to the Orelion Empire, then board a train there to head north of Orelion.”

 

“It’s a train trip?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Wow! I’ve never been on a train before! Reagan, it’s your first time too, right?”

 

Renia bounced excitedly in her seat. The carriage shook with her movement.

 

“A train…”

 

Come to think of it, there was such a thing.

 

Though by the time war broke out, all the roads were destroyed, making it practically useless.

 

“Sheril, you said we’re stopping at Orelion? How long do you plan to stay in Orelion?”

 

“Since we need to get train tickets, we’ll have to stay for about a day.”

 

“That works out well. I have somewhere I want to visit.”

 

At my words, Sheril cautiously added:

 

“There’s one thing I must ask of you.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“Please don’t visit any gambling houses. The family head specifically instructed me about this. If Lord Reagan or Lady Renia try to set foot in any pleasure districts, I’m to stop you by force if necessary.”

 

At Sheril’s words, Renia’s noticeably disappointed expression was surely just my imagination.

 

“Nothing to worry about. I’m not particularly fond of gambling anyway.”

 

“Then where are you planning to visit?”

 

“I know someone there. He should have opened a new workshop by now, so I want to visit for an inspection.”

 

“You mean that shabby mage from before?”

 

“Renia, not a shabby mage—Victor. Victor Otto.”

 

Victor Otto, Captain of the Steel Legion.

 

It had been over half a year since I gave him the ten million livre investment. It would be good to visit and check on things during this trip to Orelion.

 

Of course, my visit to Victor’s workshop wasn’t simply to check on research progress.

 

“We’re going to fix a mechanical device, right? So we’ll need at least one technician like Victor.”

 

We weren’t going to fight, but to repair Arcamen’s ‘mechanism.’

 

In that case, whether for good or ill, bringing Victor Otto—who had proven his abilities in my previous life—as an ally wouldn’t be a bad choice.

 

A few days later, our carriage arrived in Orelion, and I immediately sought out Victor’s workshop.

 

“Huh.”

 

Standing right in front of Victor’s workshop, I was inwardly surprised.

 

The ramshackle shack that was falling apart was nowhere to be seen, and in its place stood a proper two-story stone building.

 

“Oh, that looks quite impressive?”

 

Renia exclaimed in admiration.

 

However, the moment I entered the workshop, I realized something strange was happening.

 

“No one’s here.”

 

The workshop was completely empty.

 

Even the golem production line he had ambitiously prepared had stopped operating.

 

Victor couldn’t have taken the investment money and fled. He knew I was from Benheim. And there wouldn’t be any fool in this Empire who would steal Benheim’s money and try to escape.

 

Above all, Victor was a mage who took pride in his research.

 

He definitely wasn’t the type to disappear without a word to his patron.

 

“Did he step out for a moment?”

 

“No.”

 

I knelt down and examined the remaining heat in the fireplace and the bowl of chicken stew placed on top of it.

 

“Victor was here just a few hours ago. And he left without even taking a few spoonfuls of the meal he had prepared. Renia, if someone disappears without even eating their meal, what do you think the reason would be?”

 

“Um… something urgent came up, or…”

 

Living as a mercenary, there are times when I get an uneasy intuition.

 

And since those predictions are usually correct, I hate my intuition.

 

“…Kidnap, ping?”

 

At Renia’s trailing words, I stood up. I looked at Sheril, who had followed us, and asked:

 

“Sheril, did you hear?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Having already grasped the general situation, Sheril nodded with a coldly hardened expression.

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