The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 98

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Chapter 98

Late afternoon, Benheim Estate.

On Steren’s desk lay a hastily delivered letter.

A crude letter without even a proper sender’s name written on it.

Normally, this should have been discarded by the attendants, but the reason it reached Steren, the head of the family, was simple.

“…Rosaline.”

Because the seal of the Thorn Tower Lord, a rose emblem, was clearly stamped on the letter’s surface.

A letter sent directly by the Thorn Tower Lord, one of the Seven Great Towers, carried sufficient authority even without a sender’s identification.

There was no chance it was forged. Impersonating Great Magic Families and the Seven Great Towers was a serious crime. Moreover, the traces of mana flowing from the seal were undoubtedly genuine.

Above all, Steren had a good idea of what this letter might contain.

Just a day ago, his son-in-law Reagan had shown him a rose-shaped brooch.

“Just how did he manage to win over that stubborn Rosaline, honestly.”

Steren picked up the letter and read it.

The letter paper contained three or four sentences written in a dry, matter-of-fact tone.

First, the truth about the ‘ceremony’ taking place at the Shadow Tower.

And then…

[I will charge in first. If you cannot bear to watch your son-in-law become one who never returns, then assist me.]

The last sentence was almost threatening in tone.

This was not the kind of language one should use toward the head of a Great Magic Family, let alone one’s father-in-law.

It was not just bold but utterly rude.

However…

“Hahahaha.”

Steren burst into hearty laughter.

Indeed.

He couldn’t blame Reagan alone. Reading this, Steren himself remembered having such reckless initiative when he was young.

The youthful recklessness of roaming the continent fearlessly alongside Oswald Airit.

The emotions of those days came flooding back through a single letter.

However, the laughter didn’t last long.

“Sigh…”

Steren sighed and pondered over the sentences written in the letter.

The Shadow Tower’s succession ceremony.

And…

‘Body possession forbidden arts.’

Steren was someone who had supported the magic world as a pillar of the Great Mage Alliance for many years. As such, he had a vague knowledge of magic forbidden by the Empire, the forbidden spells.

Needless to say, body possession belonged to the forbidden spells. The act of trampling another’s soul and stealing their shell was more vicious and taboo than most dark magic.

“I see. Sister Arania has… completely fallen.”

In truth, he had suspected it, even if just a little.

Ten years ago, when a black-haired girl had fled to Benheim Estate covered in blood.

Steren had secretly deployed informants to investigate the Shadow Tower’s movements.

‘…They were adopting girls from various places.’

Was there a particular reason they had to be girls?

Why did they have to be orphans?

Watching those suspicious activities, it wasn’t as if he had no inkling.

However, Steren had remained silent until now.

The belief that Arania Sheydi, a senior archmage, couldn’t possibly commit such terrible acts…

“…No.”

It was closer to turning a blind eye.

He had consoled himself that as a head of the Great Mage Alliance, the principle was not to interfere deeply in other towers’ internal affairs.

Above all, Steren of that time had formed a family and had children who were the apple of his eye.

He had hesitated to rashly step into the fire and bring disaster upon Benheim.

However, the embers he had covered did not die out but continued to burn, ultimately blazing again.

“…This is… am I unfit as a family head?”

Steren let out a small sigh and crumpled the letter.

Just then.

Through the half-open door across from his desk, someone peeked their head out.

“Father.”

It was Renia.

“Renia, what brings you here?”

“That letter, it’s from Reagan, isn’t it?”

“…”

“Right?”

Renia asked with eyes already filled with certainty, and Steren had no excuse to make, so he quietly nodded.

“I want to go too.”

“I haven’t said I’m going yet.”

“But you will go, won’t you?”

“…”

Steren was left speechless.

Whose blood had she inherited to have such a bold daughter?

‘It must be Lillian.’

Lillian Isilian von Benheim.

A spirited woman of common birth and non-mage who didn’t bat an eye at the disdainful gazes of mages.

Free-spirited and with an unyielding stubbornness.

His late wife’s image was clearly reflected in Renia.

“…Renia, do you know where I intend to go?”

“Of course I do.”

Renia opened the door wide and walked confidently into the office.

“The Shadow Tower. Reagan went there too, didn’t he?”

“…”

“Let’s go quickly. We need to save Sheril. She’s family.”

“Family…”

A firm voice without a hint of hesitation.

Looking at Renia’s face, Steren felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

At first, he thought of his late wife, but now it was different.

Renia’s eyes remarkably resembled Reagan’s.

“…They say children grow up in a flash.”

Steren von Benheim swallowed his bitterness as a father.

* * *

Using the moonlight as a guide, they advanced through the dark forest path.

Bizarrely grown vegetation blocked the way, but it posed no problem at all for Rosaline.

The magic of the Thorn Tower dealt with plant growth. When Rosaline gestured, the vegetation parted and a path opened.

“Let’s go.”

Following behind, Rosaline Blair silently watched the back of the ash-haired young man, Reagan, who walked forward without hesitation.

‘Reagan von Benheim.’

Though she had only met him twice in total.

He was truly an extraordinary person.

Of course, she knew him well through rumors.

‘Benheim’s common-born son-in-law.’

Not only that, but an unprecedented genius who had reached the 6th Rank in less than three years since entering magic.

Originally, mages who had reached a certain position would naturally keep an eye on promising rising stars from each family.

Until now, those considered the most promising in the magic world were Rashek of Maelrn, Renia and Arno of Benheim, and if one were to name one more, Petra of Rucen.

However, Reagan’s talent was so overwhelming that even they couldn’t compare.

‘…It’s not a matter of realm.’

However, Rosalindr judged that Reagan’s extraordinariness wasn’t simply in his magical talent alone.

You could tell just by looking at his achievements.

When he was merely 4th Circle, he defeated Barg, a swordsman who was an Aura Expert.

There were also widespread rumors that he was the one who repaired the ‘Mechanism’ in the Archmage Domain.

He had even heard stories of him fighting and defeating a 7th Circle Black Mage.

‘…It was the same during Trion.’

Even Rosalindr and Alexei, who were Tower Lords, had been helplessly caught by Malik’s mental interference and reduced to puppets.

In that desperate situation, it was this very young man before her who had executed Malik.

This time was the same.

With only simple circumstantial evidence and speculation, he devised a bold plan to kidnap and interrogate an Elder of the Shadow Tower, and executed it without a moment’s hesitation.

Even when his speculation proved to be fact, he showed the boldness and ruthlessness to kill the Elder without mercy.

‘…He’s experienced.’

An experience that didn’t match his age.

Rather than a mage… he was closer to a swordsman, or even a hunter.

“We’ve arrived.”

Suddenly Reagan stopped walking.

Rosalindr raised her gaze.

A steep ravine that looked as if it had been carved out. The black stone reflected in the moonlight streaming between them. That was the entrance to the Shadow Tower.

“Ah, don’t approach. There’s a barrier. It would be better to disable it before entering.”

“A barrier?”

Rosalindr tilted her head. She couldn’t sense it with her abilities.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything like a barrier.”

Rosalindr moved a vine to the black stone to check.

The next moment.

Sizzle——.

The vine burst into flames.

A defensive barrier. And it was a very high-level barrier that the Covert Mages had painstakingly created.

Rosalindr’s mouth slowly fell open.

“…How did you notice this?”

“I can see it with my eyes. It’s just… like a special constitution.”

Reagan brushed it off casually and drew a translucent sword from his chest.

Then, after checking the surrounding terrain, he moved forward without hesitation.

—Rustle.

Reagan walked around the ravine, cutting down small stones protruding from the ground and bizarrely twisted tree branches.

At first she thought he was just clearing a path, but Rosalindr soon understood his intention.

Reagan was precisely selecting and destroying the anchors that maintained the barrier.

“You really can see it?”

“I just told you. I can see the cores of magic with my eyes.”

Seeing the cores of magic with the naked eye.

It was hard to believe. But since it was happening right before her eyes, she couldn’t not believe it.

Barrier dispelling was originally a laborious task that had to be done like unraveling thread through complex mana interference, but for Reagan it was no different from a simple chore of cutting weeds.

—Rustle.

Finally, when Reagan cut an old signpost in half, the surrounding air completely changed.

Whoosh.

Cold night air filled her lungs along with the wind.

“With this, the barrier has collapsed.”

“…Hah.”

Rosalindr let out a hollow breath.

The barrier breaking that should have taken at least several hours had ended so simply in less than five minutes.

But her admiration was brief, as the surroundings became bustling.

——Rumble.

Earthquake-like vibrations shook the bottom of the ravine.

The moment Rosalindr reflexively drew up her mana, the ground surged up and an old man appeared along with dust.

Seeing that face, Rosalindr cried out in shock.

“…Melchior?”

It was Melchior Bazet, owner of the Amber Tower, one of the Seven Great Towers.

“You came much faster than expected.”

“How could I delay when Benheim calls? I dropped everything and rushed here since you said it was urgent.”

Watching Reagan converse calmly, Rosalindr’s mouth fell open.

“Don’t tell me… you called Lord Melchior too?”

To Rosalindr’s incredulous question, Reagan answered nonchalantly.

“It’s close from here to the Amber Tower. Actually, I thought about requesting aid from Arcamen and Airidd as well, but… given the distance, it seemed they wouldn’t make it in time.”

That meant if the distance had been closer, he would have summoned Airidd and Arcamen as well.

“Lord Melchior…”

“Ah, Rosalindr. You’re here too.”

Melchior nodded with a bitter smile.

Rosalindr was dumbfounded and scratched the back of her head.

Just in front of this ravine alone, there were two Tower Lords of the Seven Great Towers. He had even sent a request for assistance to Steren, the head of Benheim.

“…Reagan, are you planning to wage war with the Shadow Tower?”

“If necessary, yes.”

At that resolute response, Rosalindr felt an instinctive chill.

Indeed, this mage called Reagan was extraordinary.

‘How frightening.’

Rosalindr suddenly had a chilling thought.

What would have happened if this ash-haired young man had been an enemy of the magic world, rather than an ally?

Vision that could see through the cores of magic with the naked eye, the action power to immediately put plans into execution, and cruelty without a trace of mercy.

For mages, could there exist a more perfect natural enemy than this?

“There’s no time to wait for Benheim’s support. Let’s go in.”

Rosalindr had no choice but to nod silently.

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