The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91

Lyrnia Erahan von Benheim has a certain kind of obsession.

It was something I felt keenly during the roughly two years I lived as part of the Resistance Army.

– Reagan, about that mercenary who was assigned to escort the convoy today.

– Ah, Seria? She’s quite skilled. Good with a bow too.

– …Seria couldn’t take her eyes off you, Reagan. Are mercenaries always so fickle?

– Renia, that’s just camaraderie. When you fight back-to-back on the battlefield, that kind of bond naturally forms.

– Then do you feel camaraderie toward me, Reagan?

– Of course.

– What about anything else?

– …Hmm, is more necessary?

– Get out of my sight right now.

And now, having regressed and become Renia’s fiancé, her obsession was even more blatant than in my previous life.

“What’s that?”

Renia strode up to me and looked up at my face with a sideways glance.

Then she firmly grasped my wrist with her small hand.

“This brooch… it was pinned to Lady Rosalindr’s chest. Why is it in Reagan’s hands?”

“…Well….”

As I hesitated over where to start and how to explain, Renia frowned deeply.

It seemed she was harboring some ridiculous misunderstanding.

“Don’t tell me Reagan, you have those kinds of preferences? Someone twice your age….”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Then are you a womanizer?”

“I said no.”

Renia was still looking at me with narrowed eyes.

This was troublesome. I felt I needed to clarify and chose my words carefully, but….

‘If I tell her the truth… she’ll probably get angry about that too.’

Renia was already sick of ‘medicine’ because of the Chronos incident. If I told her I was planning to visit the reclusive and dangerous mages of the Southern Forest to obtain poison, she’d definitely be furious.

Perhaps my contemplation appeared to have a different meaning, as Renia puffed out one cheek and tightened her grip on my wrist.

“Reagan, I think married couples shouldn’t have secrets from each other.”

“…But we haven’t even formally announced our engagement yet.”

“We’re practically married already.”

“….”

Married.

To be honest, it still doesn’t feel real.

Since Renia in my previous life was more of a comrade than a lover.

Since I only realized my romantic feelings for her on that final night.

My relationship with the current Renia is… how should I put it.

Extremely awkward and uncomfortable.

But Renia’s words were absolutely right. There should be no lies between a married couple.

I sighed and explained truthfully.

“The thing is…. I’m actually thinking of visiting the Southern Forest later, and I received this brooch to use as a pass when that time comes.”

“….”

I explained the general situation. I refrained from mentioning that I was going to obtain poison, just in case.

After hearing the whole story, Renia seemed to nod in understanding, but she didn’t let go of the hand gripping my arm.

“Then… Reagan, can I ask you one more thing?”

“What is it.”

“Between that woman and me, who’s more precious to you?”

“That woman? If you mean Lady Rosalindr, then definitely Renia….”

“No.”

Renia shook her head. Before I knew it, a mischievous smile had appeared on her face.

“Between that noble lady you used to like and me now. Who’s more precious?”

“….”

“Answer me.”

So….

This bold young lady was now.

Asking me to compare her past self, or rather, her future self, with her current self to see who I liked more.

“…Reagan, you’re taking a while to answer.”

“It’s just… how should I put it… it’s funny.”

“Funny?”

“Yes. Quite so.”

“….”

Renia tilted her head. She had no idea that she was currently jealous of her past self.

What an absurd situation this was.

I suppressed my laughter and spoke.

“…If I must give you an answer.”

I recalled the words of Renia from Malik’s illusion a few days ago.

– Please cherish ‘her,’ not ‘me.’

That was exactly right.

“Of course….”

But just as I was about to continue, something seemed to catch in my throat and my breath stopped short.

I soon realized it was… because of unfamiliarity.

Honestly speaking, I had never uttered such affectionate expressions even in my previous life.

After all, Renia had confessed her feelings the night before our final battle with the Archmage King, and the next day we both met our deaths.

The point is, speaking such embarrassing words wasn’t in my nature.

“…Renia, do you really need to hear an answer?”

“Yes. Absolutely. I think it’s very important for our future relationship.”

Renia’s stubbornness couldn’t be broken.

I knew that fact better than anyone.

So I reluctantly said.

“Renia, let me tell you first… you are more precious to me than anything else in this world.”

“More than that woman?”

“…As much as that woman. No, even more so.”

My face felt hot.

Even the way Renia was looking at me.

Even the warmth transmitted from her fingertips gripping my wrist.

“…Is that enough?”

Renia was silent for a moment, then quietly turned her head away. Her earlobe, visible in profile, was slightly flushed.

“Then… shall we go?”

After a while, Renia spoke up.

“Brother is waiting upstairs. Let’s go give him a hard time.”

Seeing her speak with her usual cheerful tone.

Her mood had definitely improved.

Watching Renia scurry away, I sighed.

‘…Renia, you’ve had a nasty personality since you were young.’

* * *

Afterward, when I went upstairs to the guest room with Renia, I saw Arno deep in thought at the table.

In front of Arno was a box, and his gaze was fixed on the three medicine bottles inside it.

These were the elixirs that Alexei and Rosalindr had left behind as payment for helping the Spiral Tower.

“You’re going to drool at this rate.”

I approached Arno and casually spoke to him, causing him to startle and look my way.

“Oh, you’re back? Did your conversation with Lady Rosalindr go well?”

“Yeah, well. I got some benefits out of it.”

I waved the rose-shaped brooch attached to my fingertip.

Arno didn’t pry further about it. Instead, he turned his head and pointed to the elixir bottles in the box.

“Reagan… so what are you planning to do with these?”

“They’re elixirs. Since they’re here to be drunk, naturally we should drink them.”

Since the Mage Tower Lords personally gifted them, they must be top-grade elixirs comparable to Benheim’s elixirs.

However, I hadn’t heard detailed explanations about the elixirs from the Tower Lords.

So I looked at Sheril.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“I thought you, Sheril, would know well about these elixirs.”

“…I don’t know every elixir in the Mage Tower… but these three elixirs are quite famous, so… I’m not unfamiliar with them.”

Sheril carefully picked up the green elixir and explained.

“First, this elixir is a secret elixir of the Thorn Mage Tower. Its name is ‘Ataraxia’. It’s famous as an elixir that’s well-balanced and evenly strengthens the entire mana circuit.”

“What about this one?”

“This is the Azure Mage Tower’s elixir, ‘Sky Flame’. It’s known to have the effect of maximizing mana flexibility.”

While listening to Sheril’s continued explanation, I glanced at Arno. Arno’s gaze was already fixed on the elixir bottles.

“Lastly, this small purple elixir here is… an elixir called ‘Phantom Dew’. Since it was manufactured by the Mirage Mage Tower, it’s said to have excellent effects on illusion magic, non-combat magic, and mental strength enhancement.”

I had thought all elixirs were the same, but it seemed their effects varied in detail depending on who made them.

Especially in the case of the Mirage Mage Tower’s elixir, it seemed to also build resistance to mental interference.

“…Hmm.”

I fell into thought while looking at the elixir bottles. Unable to bear it any longer, Arno looked at me and carefully asked.

“So, Reagan… what should we do with these?”

I couldn’t miss the expectation gleaming in his eyes. Though I almost smiled unconsciously at his obvious intentions, I managed my expression as much as possible and sat across from him.

“Choose.”

“Huh?”

“I said choose. The elixir you’ll drink.”

At my words, Arno blinked his eyes.

“Really… you’re giving it to me?”

“Didn’t you want to receive it?”

“Well… I did. But this time, far from helping you… I only held you back.”

“Then you need to become stronger so you won’t hold me back in the future. Drink this elixir and become even a little stronger. Besides, you hastily rose to 5th Rank, so you need to stabilize your body. If you receive help from an elixir in that process, it’ll be much easier.”

“B-but such a precious elixir…”

“Anyway, this was a gift given to Benheim, so it’s practically all yours. So stop making excuses and choose one.”

Arno hesitated before picking up the Thorn Mage Tower’s elixir.

After that, he stared at me intently before suddenly turning his head away.

“…Renia, why is your brother acting like that?”

“Yeah. Reagan, he wants to thank you, but his pride won’t let him say it.”

“Who says that! That’s not it! Renia! You have no respect for your brother from the start!”

After throwing a fit, Arno sighed deeply and spoke to me.

“Well, you know… Reagan… when I was brainwashed…”

Arno continued hesitantly.

“What I said to you then… it wasn’t particularly meaningful, or because I truly hated you… It was just something I said to an illusion… So… don’t take it to heart.”

Arno, who had been rambling, quietly averted his gaze and added softly.

“And… thanks for the elixir.”

“…”

Seeing Arno like that, Renia giggled.

“See, Reagan. I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah. Renia, you saw right through him very accurately.”

“I told you that wasn’t it!”

Arno shouted loudly, and Renia approached my side with quick steps before picking up the Azure Mage Tower’s elixir, Sky Flame.

“I’ll take this elixir. The color is pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Then the last remaining one is… this elixir.”

The Mirage Mage Tower’s secret elixir, Phantom Dew.

Befitting the Mirage Mage Tower that researches illusion magic, this elixir is useful for mages who mainly use non-combat magic.

Which means…

“Sheril.”

“What is it.”

“You take this.”

I threw the Phantom Dew, and Sheril hurriedly bent down to catch the bottle.

“…Throwing such a precious elixir like a ball, are you in your right mind? What would you have done if I hadn’t caught it.”

“You caught it, so it’s fine. And now it’s yours, Sheril, so if it had broken, you would have been the one regretting it.”

“…No. Such a precious item doesn’t suit me.”

“Where else would you find an elixir that suits a Covert Mage as much as this?”

“I am a Covert Mage, but… even without such an elixir…”

“If you say you don’t need it, think of it as a special bonus from Benheim. When we went to Arcamen, when we fought Markel, and during this Trion incident, you’ve been accommodating in various ways.”

Sheril looked at my face with a dazed expression.

“But… wouldn’t it still be better for you to take this elixir, Reagan?”

“Unfortunately, I’m 6th Rank. You know well that at that level, the effects you can see from elixirs are minimal.”

That’s exactly why Valen and the Tower Lords don’t covet elixirs.

From 6th Rank onward, one’s realm is determined by the depth of enlightenment rather than the amount of mana accumulated, so drinking elixirs has significantly lower efficiency compared to lower ranks.

“But…”

“And Sheril, think about it. Renia and Arno, whom you must protect, are 5th Rank, but if you, their guard, are still stuck at 5th Rank, that’s problematic in its own way. So stop making excuses, take that elixir, and think about rising to 6th Rank.”

“…”

Sheril, perhaps sensing she couldn’t change my mind, reluctantly put the elixir in her pocket.

“Then… I’ll shamelessly accept it with gratitude, Reagan.”

I couldn’t tell if she was truly grateful.

That was because I still couldn’t read any emotion from Sheril’s expression.

* * *

A week later.

After leaving Trion and returning to Benheim, we immediately received a summons from Family Head Steren.

“It was reckless.”

Steren, who had already heard the full account of the Trion incident, scolded us as soon as we entered the room.

It was indeed reckless. No matter that Valen, the Warden of the Runes, accompanied us, we had faced three hostile 6th Rank mages.

However, Steren’s scolding didn’t last very long.

“However, if you hadn’t acted quickly… most of Trion’s citizens would have perished… considering that point, I’ll overlook it just this once.”

In truth, despite his words, Steren didn’t seem to be in a particularly bad mood. Soon after, a deep smile appeared on his lips.

“So Arno, did you gain enlightenment?”

It seemed Steren was quite proud that his son had risen to 5th Rank.

I decided not to bother mentioning that this proud son had been brainwashed and attacked his own sister.

“In any case, the launch of the Alliance Subjugation Force will be delayed a bit due to this Trion incident.”

“How much longer do you think it will be delayed?”

“I’m not certain. There will be a meeting about the vacant positions in the Seven Great Mage Towers soon, so it depends on how long that meeting drags on. But it won’t exceed three months.”

“Three months…”

Well, that’s not such a long time.

When I nodded obediently, Steren shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, that’s my business, so Reagan, you don’t need to worry about it. Just live as you have been and rest well.”

Thus, we spent about two months in relatively peaceful daily life.

Arno, who had taken the elixir, quickly surpassed the early stages of 5th Rank and reached a level approaching the intermediate stage, and Renia also made rapid progress while competing with Arno.

From early morning, the sound of magic clashing echoes through the training ground, and in the afternoon, they engage in debates over their respective insights.

And around evening, Renia secretly knocks on my door.

“Reagan, shall we go out? There’s a spring festival happening outside the territory.”

“…If we get caught after going for no reason, I’ll be the only one getting scolded.”

“Come on, don’t be so stubborn. Reagan, you’d enjoy it if you went too, wouldn’t you?”

Like this.

These were days as gentle and peaceful as the time we had spent after the last Hunting Festival.

However, the peace didn’t last very long.

On the day that marked exactly two months since we returned from Trion.

Steren, who had returned from attending the Seven Great Towers meeting held in the capital Orelion, said this.

“The Shadow Tower has claimed the lowest seat among the Seven Great Towers.”

The Shadow Tower.

In other words, the Dark Mage Guild had become one of the Seven Great Towers.

Everyone seemed to think nothing of it, but there was one person who was uniquely shaken.

“…Sheril?”

It was none other than my personal maid, Sheril.

To an unbelievable degree for the usually stoic Sheril, her complexion had turned deathly pale.

“Are you… really okay?”

At my question, Sheril took a small deep breath and spoke as if spitting out the words.

“…I am, yes. I’m fine.”

She didn’t look fine at all.

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