Chapter 349: Reincarnated as a Genius of the Most Talented Family
229. It’s a stadium… … .
Articles usually say that a person’s skills start to decline around the age of thirty-five. Of course, their skills do not actually decline.
This is the point where magical power increases and agility increases, but physical ability gradually decreases.
Of course, it is true that as you get older, your level goes up, but your basic physical strength cannot be compared to that of younger knights.
Baron Dionil was particularly like that.
Age over forty.
Thanks to the experience of a long war, he is sufficiently experienced, but lacks physical strength.
At least compared to Dane.
“Gasp, huh.”
After three consecutive duels, Baron Dionil finally lay down.
It had only been about five days since the duel between the two had begun.
“Can’t I take a day off tomorrow?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
And when Dane readily agreed, Baron Dionil abruptly sat up and trembled.
“You’ve been acting like it’s not going to work out until now!”
“I never said no, Baron.”
“… … .”
Dane has been pushing himself relentlessly so far.
As if I would never see him again after these sparring sessions were over.
So I had no choice but to fight with all my might, and now you’re going to give me a day off?
“Rest is important, Baron. You looked so happy that I couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”
“… … .”
What are you happy about?
Was that what it looked like when you were trembling all over in fear and pain?
“And judging by the strength you have left to raise your upper body like that, it seems like you still have some energy left.”
The moment he heard those words, Baron Dionil collapsed again.
“I won’t fight anymore today.”
“Please do so.”
Dane walked over, grinning, and handed her the bottle of water he had lying next to him.
“Thank you.”
Gulp, gulp.
Baron Dionil emptied the water bottle and took a deep breath, letting out the breath he had been holding.
Then he asked.
“No matter how you look at it, his skills are amazing. What’s even more surprising is his stamina.”
“My father always emphasized the importance of physical strength.”
In fact, he constantly emphasized the importance of creativity.
It was only appropriate to sell my father’s name here.
“I see. As expected, it seems that there was appropriate and harsh guidance from Count Sogress.”
If you think about it, it was my mother who was more cruel than my father.
They even gave ‘assassin’ lessons to a kid who wasn’t even ten years old.
Of course it was fun.
That too, very much.
And he even did well.
“That’s what it is.”
“Anyway, for five days… … This is really strange. Even during the war, there was no such thing as swinging a sword like this.”
As you know.
The longest battle in the Great War between Alteon and Draenic lasted three days.
That day, when troops were deployed one after another and rotated without rest day and night.
If asked to name the most horrific moment of the war, Dane would pick that battle.
“And… …I feel alive.”
Baron Dionil turned his head and looked at the practice sword he was still holding tightly.
Actually, my pride was really hurt on the first day of training.
You dropped your sword.
He was once considered a genius and a man of great talent, and was once considered a knight who would shoulder the future of the empire.
Who would have thought that someone like me would let go of his sword so easily just because he’s older?
So for the past four days, I never put down my sword.
In the midst of all this, Dane asked a question.
“Do you now have a reason to swing your sword again?”
Baron Dionil was startled and sat up again.
I frowned and regretted it, but I answered anyway.
“… … How did you know I was about to give up?”
“I didn’t make any such guesses. I was just curious about what you would do outside of this palace.”
“Then what did you guess?”
“Rebuilding the family?”
“… … .”
Accurate.
But imagination and reality are different.
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All he has now is the salary he receives from living in the palace and some decent swordsmanship.
This won’t restore your old status.
Getting your family back is even more impossible.
Most of them are dead, and the only son left doesn’t want to see me now.
Perhaps Baron Dionil, who feels so shabby about himself, is refusing to meet her.
Dane was a little cocky at this point.
“That swordsmanship is a waste.”
At least, that’s what it would sound like in general terms.
But things are a little different now.
“You said it was a waste?”
“He is far better than most knights, and his experience is unparalleled.”
“But that’s all for me. Who would recognize a fallen nobleman with no honor left?”
“What if that honor is restored?”
“What should I say for now… … .”
“What would you do if your honor could be restored and your family could be rebuilt?”
Baron Dionil now slowly raised his body by moving his legs.
And then he looked straight into Dane’s eyes and said:
“I will do anything to rebuild my family and bring back my only son.”
“Your will is firm.”
“I will do anything as long as it does not lead to rebellion.”
Dane smiled slightly at the sight of her adding extra details, as if it were the palace, and said this.
“Then will you work for me?”
“… … You weren’t just saying that?”
“There is nothing worse than exciting someone with unnecessary words.”
“……her.”
Baron Dionil had some difficulty understanding what Dane meant.
Someone is telling me now that they will help me and give me a chance to regain my honor.
But that someone is a fifteen-year-old boy.
Even though he is the eldest son of a noble family, there are limits to what a minor noble can do since he has not inherited the title…
‘He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would abuse his position or get caught up in the background.’
That makes it even more confusing.
What on earth makes you believe that you can do that?
No, more than that, I wonder how they could make it that way… … .
Along with this, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
If that happens, what should I do?
“What can I do for you?”
But it seems that Dane liked this answer.
“It’s great that you said what you could do.”
Usually, we focus on what the other person can do for us and how.
Baron Dionil is the opposite.
Paradoxically, this is something I can say because I know that my current situation is miserable.
“All I have left is swordsmanship.”
“I need that swordsmanship.”
“… … This swordsmanship?”
Let’s see, where is the need for swordsmanship?
‘arena?’
In the imperial metropolis, including the capital, there are arenas where people fight people, monsters fight monsters, and people fight monsters.
A place where mainly knights who have been dismissed from office or professional fighters in the arena hang out.
Fallen nobles also appear often.
If you do it well, you can make a lot of money.
It’s not just the arena.
There are also mercenaries.
He’ll do anything if you give him money.
Whatever it was, it was something Baron Dionil had imagined, but of course had no intention of putting into practice… … .
“Where on earth would I use my swordsmanship? Of course, I have fallen, and my title is nothing but a mere token… … but I do not wish to do anything that would betray my honor.”
Baron Dionil showed strong determination.
Even so, he is a nobleman.
The moment you betray that honor, rebuilding your family becomes meaningless.
How much hardship have you gone through to protect that little bit of honor that remains?
“I will never… … in the arena.”
“Please take charge of the security and escort of the factory.”
The two people’s words became entangled, and silence flowed for a moment.
“If it comes to factory security and escort… … .”
Baron Dionil hesitated and asked at the completely unexpected words.
“Are you going to hire me as a security guard?”
“It’s a more honorable thing than going to the arena.”
“… … What kind of factory is that?”
“It’s a pharmaceutical factory. It’s run by someone I know. It’s not a place that produces drugs or secretly makes banned substances.”
That’s not the point.
To save face from the nobility… … security duty?
That thought occurred to me instinctively.
To rebuild the family, you must restore its honor.
How helpful can security work be?
‘Are you kidding me?’
For a moment, I was overcome with anger.
I thought we had become closer after practicing for a few days, but this is all you’re suggesting?
That’s when I thought about it.
“I will also try to find out where my son is.”
Son, Ale Dionil.
The only family left.
Baron Dionil’s eyes wavered as he thought of his son, who could not even live or die.
honor.
Of course it’s important.
But, considering that honor, what can he do outside of this palace?
‘does not exist.’
there’s nothing.
Anything that can be done in the name of nobility should be done by nobility.
But for the work that a noble can do, he needs a mansion, a fief, servants, and, needless to say, people.
so that…….
Now is not the time to discuss honor-
The facts I had been trying to ignore came flooding back.
“With Baron Dionil’s skills, it won’t be difficult… … .”
“I will do it.”
Baron Dionil took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
“I’ll do anything. It seems like the quickest way to regain my honor.”
Dane smiled at that.
A look of great satisfaction.
“You will be paid properly. At least, more than what you get here.”
By the way, the salaries of royal servants are quite high.
Thanks to this, Baron Dionil had accumulated a considerable amount of money, but he had spent it here and there, so now he had little left.
In addition to simple living expenses, it was also due to the search for her son’s whereabouts and her attempts to rebuild her family.
“Really?”
Round eyes.
Since you are the son of the Count of Sogress, do you get a lot of pocket money?
No, but even so, it’s not something that can be solved with pocket money.
“You’ll know more when you go there. After leaving the palace, go to the first factory of ‘Otier Pharmaceuticals’ on the outskirts of the capital.”
Otiaire Pharmaceuticals.
I’ve heard of it.
A pharmaceutical company that quickly filled the void left by Count Altair’s business after it collapsed, and recently began distributing cures for free through the ‘Greek Merchant’.
“I will be leaving the palace soon, so I will see you there then.”
You’re the security chief of a place like that.
I feel ashamed of myself for thinking of it as just a simple factory.
“There will probably be a lot of work to be done. It would be better if you could help with everything from organizing the organization to security methods and even training.”
“Of course. I will do my best, no, even more than I can.”
There is hope.
A hope I never thought of.
But, I’m curious about one more thing.
Why yourself?
“Wouldn’t there be someone more suitable than me?”
“Of course there are. They’ll come out wherever you look. And there’s also one person who might be useful. He’s the one who’s been working in the shadows.”
“ah.”
“But I can’t manage all the factories by myself. That’s all.”
Dane added:
“There is no one more suitable than this person.”
“… … This is true.”
“You can think about what happens after that when you go.”
“Understood. Thank you. I guess I’ll have to go and pay my respects to Count Sogress later.”
Dane, who had been smiling brightly, suddenly tilted his head.
“Wait, you said you’d do anything as long as it wasn’t illegal?”
“Yes… … Soman?”
A strange sense of anxiety creeping in.
“As far as I know, the capital’s arena is operated legally under strict supervision.”
“… … .”
Brrrr.
A body that trembles instinctively.
“It’s a joke.”
“… … Do you enjoy a bloody joke?”
“Sometimes it’s not a joke.”
“ha ha ha…….”
No matter how I look at it, he definitely doesn’t look like a fifteen-year-old boy.
“It’s a stadium… … .”
Just look at that expression on his face as he mutters the word ‘arena’ with interest.
fantasy,
