The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94

When we moved to the reception room, Steren was sitting on one of the sofas.

Across from him was Jeonon, smiling with the same expression as when he first entered the territory. On either side of him were Vera and Sierra, who waved their hands with small smiles when they made eye contact with me.

Of course, I ignored them.

“Lady Racherine, you seem to have grown up healthy and beautiful, which makes this old man very happy.”

“…Thank you. Elder Jeonon, have you… been well all this time?”

“Of course. However, due to the Young Tower Lord’s absence, the old folks of the tower, myself included, have had quite a headache.”

“…”

Sheril closed her mouth at the barbed greeting.

“Haha. There’s no need to be so distressed. This too is part of being a covert mage.”

Jeonon continued speaking while putting on a good-natured smile.

“Let’s set aside personal greetings… and get to the main point. Lady Racherine, it’s time to return to the Shadow Mage Tower. Please pack your belongings quickly. The Tower Lord is waiting anxiously.”

“I…”

“Didn’t I tell you? Your mother has forgiven all past transgressions. As long as Lady Racherine returns.”

As if agreeing with Jeonon’s words, the two women behind him each added a comment.

“That’s right, sister. Come back quickly. Everyone is waiting for you.”

“Don’t you think there’s no more time to waste playing servant?”

At the words of Jeonon and her two younger sisters, Sheril’s lips trembled.

‘…How unpleasant.’

It felt like watching the script of a play with a predetermined ending.

At this rate, Sheril would be unable to resist the pressure and accept the Shadow Tower’s invitation.

However… right now, Sheril has Renia and me.

“May I ask something for a moment?”

When I suddenly interjected, Jeonon’s gaze turned toward me.

“…That person is…”

“I am Reagan von Benheim.”

“Ah, indeed! You must be Benheim’s son-in-law that I’ve only heard about in rumors. I’m well aware of your story. An unprecedented genius who reached the 6th Rank in less than three years since beginning magic! Haha! Benheim truly has many blessings with people.”

Instead of answering, Steren only nodded his head slightly.

It meant that was enough small talk.

Jeonon gave a hearty laugh and then looked at me and said,

“Yes. What is Benheim’s son-in-law curious about from this old body?”

“…Why must Sheril become the Tower Lord of the Shadow Tower? Hasn’t she already left the tower?”

“Haha. That’s quite simple.”

Jeonon’s gaze turned toward Sheril.

“Lady Racherine… possesses exceptional talent even among the daughters of shadow.”

“…Talent?”

“Yes. Lady Racherine left the Shadow Tower at eighteen years old. Her rank at that time was none other than the 5th Rank.”

“…”

Arno, who is called a genius and recently reached the 5th Rank, is nineteen years old. So this meant Sheril possessed talent that was in no way inferior to, or rather surpassed, Benheim’s heir.

However, I felt doubtful.

“She went so far as to leave the tower, yet selecting her as the next Tower Lord based on talent alone seems strange. Isn’t her personal will the most important thing in the end?”

No matter how exceptional her talent, Sheril had turned her back on the tower and fled. In that case, they could simply elevate the next most capable disciple or daughter, so I couldn’t understand why they would go to such lengths to persistently come and take her back.

“Haha. That is also a very reasonable point. However… Lady Racherine is the Young Tower Lord. The queen’s child. In other words, a princess. She should rightfully become the next Tower Lord and Queen of Shadows.”

“…I heard she’s not even a biological daughter.”

“You’ve already heard that story? Haha… Well, we’re keeping it secret publicly, but…”

Jeonon’s eyes sharpened. Sheril flinched when that gaze reached her, and Renia’s expression became menacing.

When Benheim’s direct lineage openly showed displeasure, Jeonon didn’t pursue the matter further.

“Even if she’s not a biological daughter, Lady Racherine is the daughter most beloved by the Tower Lord. Isn’t responding to a mother’s call a child’s duty?”

At this point, I roughly understood why the Shadow Tower was only now coming to find Sheril.

‘Because they’ve risen to the Seven Great Towers. Now they can make demands with confidence.’

Benheim is both a Great Magic Family and a family belonging to the Seven Great Towers.

When the Shadow Tower, also one of the Seven Great Towers, demands the Tower Lord’s daughter, Benheim can’t coldly refuse from their position.

However…

“…No.”

I cannot accept this.

“I think Sheril’s personal will is most important, but what do you think, Family Head?”

“…”

I passed the conversation to Steren.

As someone standing here representing the family, Steren was also in a position where he couldn’t make decisions carelessly, but…

“That’s also true.”

Nevertheless, Steren wasn’t someone who would abandon principles.

Especially with his beloved daughter Renia in front of him.

“I understand the Shadow Tower’s circumstances well enough, but my household follows Benheim’s laws. And Sheril is currently our person. If Sheril herself doesn’t want it, we Benheim will also refuse the Shadow Tower’s request.”

“…Family Head of Benheim, does this mean… you would refuse the respectful request of the Seven Great Towers?”

“It means we can respectfully refuse a respectful request.”

Jeonon was someone who knew how to be reasonable.

He hadn’t forgotten that the person before him was the leader of the Five Renowned Families and a giant in the magic world.

“…Hahaha!”

In the end, Jeonon nodded his head heartily.

“You’re right. In the end, Lady Racherine’s personal will is what’s important. I also have no intention of forcing anything.”

Following that, he smiled toward Sheril and continued,

“Then lastly, I’ll ask Lady Racherine for her intentions. Do you have no thoughts of returning to the Shadow Tower?”

“…”

Sheril gulped.

At that moment, Renia’s white hand was placed over Sheril’s hand resting on her thigh.

Sheril and Renia’s gazes met. Renia smiled slightly and nodded. As if gaining courage from this, Sheril steeled her resolve and opened her mouth.

“I… will not return… to the Shadow Tower…”

“Ah, right. I’m late in mentioning this.”

Just as Sheril was about to express her refusal, Jeonon clapped his hands with an exaggerated gesture.

“Lady Vera? Didn’t you have something you wanted to convey to Lady Racherine?”

“…Ahaha. That’s right. I forgot to tell sister.”

I was about to frown, wondering what scheme this was.

Vera Sheidi smiled genuinely and placed something on the table.

A small hairpin.

It was an unremarkable item you could see anywhere, but Sheril’s reaction upon seeing it was quite different.

“—”

Sheril drew in a sharp breath.

Her pupils shook, and her shoulders trembled.

Seeing this, Vera smiled deeply and said,

“Sister… you remember this, don’t you?”

“…Elisia.”

“Yes. Sister Elisia is waiting anxiously for Sister Racherine.”

Sheril stared intently at the hairpin and asked in a trembling voice,

“…Is she alive?”

“Yes.”

“…”

Sheril’s complexion turned pale.

“Sheril? Why are you suddenly like this? Are you okay?”

Renia asked worriedly, but Sheril slowly shook her head. Deep resignation had settled in her black eyes.

Finally, Sheril opened her mouth.

“…I’ll go.”

She had made her decision.

To go to the Shadow Tower.

“You’ve made a wise choice, Lady Lashelle Shady.”

Jeonon smiled as if he had expected this.

* * *

After that, things proceeded swiftly.

A seat was prepared for Sheril in the black carriage the covert mages had arrived in, and Sheril donned the black robes that covert mages typically wore instead of her usual maid’s attire.

Honestly speaking, the sight looked so awkward that even I frowned at it.

“…Sheril.”

Above all, the one who was most displeased with this fact was Renia.

“It’s still okay. You can change your mind. If you say you don’t want to go, Benheim will protect you at any time.”

Despite Renia’s earnest persuasion, Sheril shook her head.

“It’s fine. This is my choice.”

With those words, Sheril packed her belongings. Her personal possessions were modest enough to fit entirely in a single bundle.

As if she had always kept in mind the possibility of leaving at any time.

Meanwhile, I watched Sheril and fell into thought.

‘…She definitely said sister.’

Sister Elisia.

Vera had used that name to persuade Sheril.

When Sheril heard that name, she was more flustered than I had ever seen her.

‘She also asked if she was alive.’

– …Is she, alive?

– Yes. For now.

That she was ‘still’ alive meant… conversely, that she might die soon.

Sheril’s decision to accompany them was surely… because of this person called Elisia.

“…Hmm.”

Honestly speaking, Sheril becoming the Tower Lord of the Shadow Tower might not be such a bad future for me either.

When the Archmage King of my previous life raised his army, the covert mages all cooperated with him without exception. The entire Dark Mage Guild had sided with the Archmage King.

But if Sheril became the next guild leader, wouldn’t the situation be better than in my previous life? Sheril was someone who could make sound judgments, unusually compassionate for a covert mage.

Such petty and calculating thoughts did cross my mind.

However….

‘…Something stinks about this.’

It felt unsettling.

Sheril’s attitude, and the attitude of those envoys who came to fetch her.

The ‘Night of Ritual’ they mentioned, the ‘prohibition,’ and even the name Elisia.

Not a single thing didn’t smell suspicious.

Therefore, I asked Sheril, who had finished preparing to leave.

“Sheril. Let me ask you just one thing.”

“Yes.”

“…Is that decision truly a choice you made because you genuinely wanted it yourself?”

“…It is.”

Sheril nodded at my words.

“Ten years is… enough time to have enjoyed freedom. The time for throwing tantrums has passed. I’m no longer… a child anymore….”

“Well. I think it’s okay to throw a tantrum or two.”

At my words, Sheril’s eyes widened slightly.

“Just because you’ve become an adult doesn’t mean you need to shoulder everything alone. So if you don’t like it, say you don’t like it.”

Sheril didn’t answer anymore. I took out a small button from my pocket and handed it to her. It was the same type of communication device that Gideon had given me for emergency contact.

Just in case, I had searched through Benheim’s warehouse and found several of the same items.

“This is….”

“If anything happens, hold that and contact me. If the situation goes to hell, Renia and I will personally raise hell in Benheim’s name.”

Sheril stared intently at the silver button placed in her hand, then looked up at me with a faint smile.

“Lord Reagan… you’re quite mature. You must be about five years younger than me….”

“Well, that might not necessarily be the case.”

If you add my previous life’s experience, that is.

* * *

“…I’ve been greatly indebted to you all this time.”

With her final farewell, Sheril left through the main gate of Benheim Estate.

She had maintained a composed expression until the very end, but when Renia and Reagan came out to see her off at the carriage and showed genuine concern, she almost burst into tears.

It really had been a warm place.

They were such kind people that she wondered if she deserved to enjoy their warmth.

But that too was now over.

Sheril was no longer a member of Benheim’s household.

Not only that.

Her name had changed as well.

“Lady Lashelle.”

From this moment on, she was no longer Sheril.

Lashelle Shady.

She still remembered struggling to escape from that name, to escape from that fate. She also remembered… how many people had bled in that process.

However, Sheril had now become Lashelle again, no longer a maid of Benheim but the Sub-Tower Lord of the Shadow Tower and a daughter of the Shadow.

“…Now then, Sister Lashelle. Shall we go?”

“We have so much we want to talk about.”

Her two younger sisters, Vera and Sierra, took Sheril’s arms from both sides and helped her into the carriage.

Just before Sheril boarded the carriage, Sierra grinned and whispered in her ear.

“Now it’s time for you to enter the Shadow.”

“….”

Sheril, Lashelle, was no longer shaken by those words.

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