Episode 5
Let’s think about it.
In situations where three or more nobles gather, there is one topic of conversation that is never left out: gossip.
There’s a good chance I’ll become quite a celebrity in the Teslan Kingdom.
He was already known for being mentally retarded, so now some people might wonder how mentally retarded he was that he was abandoned even by his parents.
Come to think of it, the title is quite flashy.
Perhaps it’s a preliminary step to erase the stain of our beloved second son, Peylon.
“What a waste of time you are doing.”
The position of Marquis.
As I mentioned briefly before, I wouldn’t take that even if you gave it to me.
Anyway, how are you going to come up with a name?
“Will you declare that you used black magic or a cursed artifact? No, I’d believe you even if you said you used poison.”
The impact of being locked up in prison is so great that any charge would be justified.
Then, without realizing it, I burst out laughing.
For the Marquis, who considered himself a calculating and thorough man, it was very easy to predict what he would do next.
Jack Valantie, who was called the disgrace of the family due to his retarded nature, learned black magic because he could not overcome his greed, but the kind and dignified second son, Peylon Valantie, persuaded his younger brother.
But Jack Valanti was furious, and Peylon accepted all his brother’s whining.
Even though he suffered serious injuries such as a fractured skull, Peylon still forgave his younger brother and reformed him… … Just hearing this nauseating scenario is likely to be in the minds of the Marquis and Marchioness.
Roughly speaking, about 99.99%.
I lay in bed, legs crossed, the back of my head buried in the smelly pillow.
Ugh.
‘I guess I’ll just stay for a day or two and then leave.’
I don’t care whether you’re plotting or not, and I have absolutely no intention of wasting the remaining three weeks of my vacation in this prison.
To add a little modifier, not even a bit.
I don’t have any affection for the writer, and honestly, it’s strange to have affection for him.
In the first place, it has been three years since I ran away from this writer.
That is, when I was 17 years old.
After being locked in the mountains for about 10 years, I heard the news of my family’s destruction as soon as I came out, so to be honest, I don’t know much about my family, and to begin with, I was treated like an outsider and a burden, so I had no reason to have affection for the Marquis.
I want to run away from home right now, but there are three things that keep me from doing so.
My sister and Ron right away. And my master.
Furthermore, the most important thing is that I am seriously weak right now.
He is 168cm tall and weighs about 55kg, but he has no muscle mass.
Okay, let’s see.
In my opinion, there is only one idea that moves the world.
Strong self-esteem.
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The strong survive, the weak do not.
I survived because I was strong, and I achieved everything.
I have no desire to repeat the ‘massacre’ I committed in my past life in this life, but there are things I must do.
There are more people to kill than you think.
Besides, the reality of life is that even if you just sit still, you can get caught up in some kind of incident.
And, I didn’t say anything, but this world right now.
The world in which I breathe and live right now can be said to be the golden age of humanity.
The so-called ‘Age of Man’.
To put it a little differently, it’s a world overflowing with very talented people.
In that situation, let’s skip over whether I’m active or passive.
There are two things I need in this situation right now.
One is time.
The other is force.
The academy is the place where all of this can be resolved.
Find talent there, build up your power, and buy time.
Naturally regaining the strength of one’s past life.
No matter how you look at it, this is the best.
If I regain the power of my past life, I can protect my teacher, my sister, and Ron.
From whom?
From the world.
So I have to go to the academy.
And, there is one thing that even the nobles and kings of this kingdom do not know.
No one in this world knows that Julius Teslan, the founder of the Teslan Kingdom and the world’s first ‘Transcendent’, left a great legacy to the Academy.
‘I don’t like it, but I have to take care of it.’
I lightly snapped my fingers. With a whooshing sound, a small light began to flicker from my right index finger.
It is a power commonly called mana or aura.
It may be weak, but mana is mana.
Already, a circle was constantly spinning in my heart.
Actually, there was a reason why I voluntarily turned myself in to prison.
First, I had to create a mana heart for this damn body that had no mana at all.
I needed a quiet place where I wouldn’t have to worry about what other people thought, so I didn’t like the idea of a solitary cell, but I couldn’t help but get along.
So I showed up, thought about it, ate some food, and immediately started working on wrapping mana around my heart.
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Creating a mana heart means laying the foundation, which means creating one mana circle in the heart.
Honestly, I thought it would take about 8 hours to make a mana heart.
Since my memories from my previous life were still there and my body hadn’t changed significantly, I had just gotten younger, 8 hours was a pretty appropriate amount of time.
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But surprisingly, it took exactly 2 hours to carve one circle on my heart.
The process that usually takes Mana users two to three days, I completed in just two hours.
‘As expected, age is a bully.’
In my previous life, I started practicing mana when I was 17.
But now I’m 14.
This means that the level of turbidity accumulated in the body is different.
I forgot the difference, and in hindsight I’ve now seen a huge benefit.
Of course, I said it myself, but it also helped that I was an unrivaled genius in handling mana.
At that time, I was repeatedly practicing the trick of snapping my fingers to extract the mana from my heart and then putting it back in.
Thud thud-
I hear footsteps.
First, I pushed mana into my body and focused on the sound.
He is not a knight wearing heavy plate armor.
Not even soldiers, let alone knights, would be able to make such light footsteps.
This is clearly the sound of female footsteps, not male.
Weight is about 50kg… … Height… … 168? 170?
Who could it be?
Are you the Marchioness?
Are you coming here to say something?
But as far as I know, the Marchioness weighs around 60kg?
That curiosity was quickly resolved.
“……jack…….”
At that slightly tearful voice, I jumped up from my seat.
This voice is not one that a Marchioness can produce.
Sister.
It was my older sister.
As I approached the bars, I could see.
A person I have never seen except in dreams, and never met except in past memories.
Elizabeth Valantier.
My older sister, still beautiful and still kind, was looking at me with reddened eyes.
“Jackie… … Are you hurt?”
Jackie was a nickname my older sister used to call me when I was little.
To be honest, I felt a pang in my heart when I heard that nickname from my older sister, of all people, even though I hadn’t heard it in decades.
I can’t express it in words.
So, I just laughed.
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I feel like I can’t express my feelings in any other way.
The first laugh of joy since returning to the past and seeing ‘Ron’.
“Why did you do that? Black magic? If it was magic, you said you would tell me anytime.”
I had my doubts, and my guess was right.
But what good is that?
There is no need to care or be concerned.
My attention was solely focused on my older sister, who was sending me endless worries right in front of me.
This feels surprisingly good.
He put both hands on the bars and listened to his sister’s story.
All this time, my older sister has been worrying and nagging me, saying things like, “I’m sorry,” “Why did you go back to the family first instead of waiting a little longer at the academy?” “She’ll do whatever it takes to get me out of here,” and “She’ll make sure to tell my father that there was definitely a misunderstanding.”
I just looked at my sister and smiled without saying anything.
“Jack, are you listening to me? Are you really sick somewhere?”
My sister, who was standing just 5cm away from me on the other side of the bars, seemed to be trying not to show it, but her words were full of tears.
Seriously.
“thank god.”
“huh?”
“I’m so glad this is reality.”
I wonder if my usual appearance and my current appearance looked different to my older sister.
The older sister tilts her head and asks.
“Are you really… … okay?”
“Sister.”
“huh?”
“Shall we run away?”
My sister’s eyes widen.
“Do you want to go to the mountain where the nomads live and live together and farm?”
“jack…….”
“Second, I know you’re going to do all sorts of things to your mother and older sister. To be honest, it’s hard. Let’s just throw it all away and go live together somewhere quiet. Let’s find a man who can really give and treat you well, and let’s find a woman I like and farm around, and let’s live like that. Being a devoted daughter to that stupid Marquis Valantier is enough… … .”
“jack!!”
I stopped talking and made eye contact with my sister.
“Don’t say that. He’s our father. No matter what happens, he’s still our father. No matter what the world says, he loved our mother and gave birth to you and me. So don’t say that again.”
Even though my older sister speaks harshly on purpose, I strangely can’t stop smiling.
“I know that your father looks down on you. I will try to change things somehow. I will really try to change things somehow. Just bear with it for a little longer. Do you trust me, sister?”
I remember.
I’m sure I’ve heard something similar from my older sister in a past life, but it feels new to me.
Really, I’m back in the past.
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“good night.”
“……what?”
“It’s nice to see you again, sister.”
“……okay.”
I told my sister to step back for a moment.
My sister, with a puzzled expression, took two steps back, and after confirming that, I slowly clenched my fist.
Then, a circle in my heart began to spin violently, and energy rushed into my fist.
He swung his fist directly at where the key part was.
Boom-!!
The lock part broke lightly with a small explosion.
Then my sister’s eyes widened.
“You… … did you make this circle? When on earth did you… … make it? And how did you make the iron bars… …?”
Warak-
I opened the door and came out, and quietly hugged my older sister.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Sister.”
