Episode 1
-The Duke of Breo raises dogs as dragons.
That was not a popular saying, it was an established theory.
I am a living witness.
Luis de Breiot, the genius of the century.
People called me, born as the third son of the Duke of Braiot, the ‘genius of the century.’ Everyone’s attention was focused on me, and I became a genius as they wished.
By the age of three, I was speaking three languages.
At the age of four, he memorized the Braio Aura training method, which was notoriously difficult.
At the age of five, he created the third-class magic formula.
It was a kind of invisibility magic.
When I was eight, my nickname changed.
A genius of theory.
Duke Breyo gathered together not only the vassals of the dukedom, but also talented people invited from outside.
The only person who could mobilize all these capable people, other than the King, was the Duke of Breyo.
Everyone had a gloomy expression.
They each examined the young boy’s body in their own way, caressing it here and there.
None of them stepped forward to take responsibility for the boy.
“Are you really without even a shred of talent? Not even elemental magic? Not even divine magic?”
The Duke looked back at the Archpriest of Valancia who had been dispatched from the Haryan Church.
He was a leading candidate to become the next pope.
The high priest bowed deeply.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”
“No. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
The duke’s sigh made the atmosphere in the room even heavier.
After a while, he opened his mouth.
“Then what can that child do?”
Everyone looked around.
Since I was born as a human, I could do anything.
At least I could do some odd jobs.
But the Duke’s bloodline was incapable of doing anything.
You had to choose a profession that was recognized by your family and become the best talent there.
The Duke’s chief wizard, Pacus, spoke cautiously.
“… …you can become a theory wizard.”
“Weren’t you the one who claimed that the magical theory of a theoretical wizard who can’t even sense mana was an illusion?”
“Yes, that’s right. But maybe, my lord, you will overcome that limit someday.”
It was an unclear answer.
Pacus knew better than anyone how much the Duke hated that kind of answer.
Pacus lowered his head and did not even make eye contact with the peacock.
‘If a theoretical wizard could exist in this world, it would be the third son of the Duke of Braio.’
But Pacus did not say this thought out loud.
That was also an ambiguous statement, which could have offended the Duke.
Sword Master Breyo.
He was the head of the Breio Duke family and a great man known as the greatest swordsman on the continent.
He was a living god revered by the knights of the continent.
“There is a position in our church that teaches doctrine… … .”
“This is a perfect position for the son of a baron. Go and suggest it to Hebron, the grass-eating bastards. They will accept it with tears in their eyes.”
The high priest had a bitter expression on his face.
The basis of doctrine was memorization, which was in line with the strengths of the third son of the Duke family.
He memorized everything by heart.
Not only did I stop at simply memorizing it, I also noticed errors in the theory.
He even created a new theory.
The third son of the Duke’s family was more capable than the high priest who taught doctrine at the religious order, but he could not inherit the position of high priest if he could not even demonstrate divine power.
“Your Majesty is excellent at medicine.”
He was a man in his early 40s.
The duke glared at him.
His eyes were cold and chilling, but the man didn’t turn his head.
The man was the Duke’s butler and was in charge of the family’s education.
“Medicine? Are you telling me to make my child live by curing commoners?”
“Every year, hundreds and thousands of people die from all sorts of diseases and epidemics. They cannot be cured by divine magic. If you study medicine in earnest, you will be able to save lives that are dying in vain. Braio’s reputation will reach the heavens.”
“Fame? People? Are you saying that’s more important than the prestige of the Duke’s family?”
The butler tried to respond.
He was convinced that medicine was the profession best suited to the third son of a duke’s family.
The butler was at a loss for words.
He had to stake his life on the following answer.
The butler hesitated for a moment, wondering if the answer was worth it.
The butler closed his eyes tightly.
He soon opened his eyes as he recalled the past days of the third son of the Duke.
The butler’s stiff expression, prepared for death, and the duke’s murderous gaze clashed tensely.
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That was when.
A child who had been very intimidated by the adults’ discussion opened his mouth.
“… … I’ll find it.”
It was a small but firm tone.
He was a small boy who looked to be only six or seven years old at most.
He raised his head, looked back at the adults, and spoke repeatedly.
“I will find it myself. I will definitely show myself to be someone who will not be a burden to the family.”
The peacock raised his right hand.
The seal of the House of the Lord was placed on his index finger.
It meant that the head of the household was giving an absolute order that no one could reverse.
“Feed that child the dragon’s breath.”
The room was in an uproar.
Dragon’s Breath.
It is a potion that cannot be obtained even with money, which increases the mana and aura in the body.
However, it was like poison to the criminal who did not have even a single ounce of energy.
It is known that even a physically healthy man would have difficulty taking Dragon’s Breath and surviving for more than three years.
It meant to grow or disappear.
If by any chance you see any potential for growth in the boy, he will make rapid progress thanks to the Dragon’s Breath.
The peacock looked down at the boy with indifferent eyes and said.
“Ordinary humans are not part of Braio.”
* * *
I’ll die within 3 years.
Everyone said so confidently, but I lasted ten years. I had a vague confidence that I might survive longer, but each day was miserable. I was locked in an underground cellar without even a chance to demonstrate my abilities.
For the past five years, I have not stepped out of my room. It was my father’s will and my own.
Louis.
The ‘de Breio’ that was attached to my name disappeared.
For the past ten years, there have been rumors going around that I have been suffering from a serious illness.
It was a scheme by the Duke of Braio to prepare for the situation where I would die from drinking the dragon’s breath.
Just surviving wasn’t enough to prove me.
In the House of Breyo, anything that was merely living and breathing was an object of contempt.
Those who are alive have had to prove their worth.
I studied constantly in my room.
He read all the medical books and memorized the efficacy of every plant native to the continent.
By combining them, new drugs were developed.
Thanks to that, my life expectancy, which was expected to be 3 years, was extended to 10 years.
‘If I can just get over this one hurdle, I can live for five more years. Maybe even longer.’
The toxicity of the dragon’s breath and the efficacy of all the elixirs combined to push my body to its limit. To escape my imminent death, I had to break common sense. I needed a new theory that no human had ever tried before.
‘I did my best.’
I memorized all the magic and swordsmanship theories I could get my hands on.
I wasted four years trying to create a new magic, hoping that there might be a magic that even I, a talentless person, could use.
For the next three years, I learned all kinds of cultivation methods, but not a single drop of energy accumulated in my body.
He dabbled in medicine and herbalism, as well as elementalism and sacred magic.
The Duke’s financial resources were used without reserve.
I even borrowed books from the royal library and eventually even acquired and looked at untranslated ancient books.
I searched thoroughly to see if there were any cases of people acquiring abilities through unusual means other than magic, but in the eons that humanity has existed, there were almost no records of such things.
Even if they remained, there was not a single theory that could be immediately implemented, only extremely risky methods such as using one’s soul as collateral.
Five years after swallowing the dragon’s breath, the Duke of Breyo’s order was given.
“Lock the door and control entry.”
My brothers didn’t come to see me either.
My mother also turned her back on me.
My younger sister used to come to visit me often, but at some point she became less frequent. It was because the adults forbade her from coming in.
‘Because you must be of different blood than me.’
By locking myself in my room and reading all kinds of documents, I was able to arrive at the secret of the Breyo family.
‘I am a created genius. The Duke of Braiot bought talented slaves to create geniuses, and even kidnapped them. There were even circumstances where they were trying to form a specialized organization for this purpose. Although no clear evidence has been found.’
Unfortunately, the information I could access while locked in the basement was limited. I could only guess based on the forbidden books I had read as a child, all the accounting books, and the documents I had access to in the current situation.
Maybe it was a delusion of persecution that arose from being locked in a room. I wondered if it was possible to throw away one’s own blood relatives so easily.
‘It’s not an entirely ridiculous story. My two older brothers and younger sister’s talents are ordinary. No, they are a bit outstanding, but the rumor that they will brighten the future of Braio is nothing more than an exaggerated rumor.’
Contrary to the world’s favorable evaluation, the internal evaluation of the Breio Dukes was cold and even brutal. In order for the duke’s family to have a bright future, a genius comparable to Duke Breio was needed, but the three siblings did not meet that requirement.
‘My father may have placed his hopes on me.’
It was illogical to feed the dragon’s breath, which could not be obtained even with money, to someone without even a shred of talent.
I was the only one born with genius, but I awakened an ability that was completely different from that of the other bloodlines. It was a kind of useless thing in Brayo.
‘Even so, I must survive. I must survive and prove my abilities so that I can become a member of Braio. I will survive somehow and become the Duke of Braio.’
The servant in charge of me didn’t even speak to me.
Dante, the butler who used to come to see me occasionally, has not been seen for the past three years.
I became the dungeon ghost of the Duke of Breyo’s castle.
‘I was also revered as a genius when I was young, but now I’ve become a flaw in Brayogic who can even turn dogs into dragons. No, my name has already been erased from this world. It’s as if I never existed in the first place, erased from all records.’
That was the way of the Bray family. Even the eldest son who was supposed to inherit the title was no exception.
-For brilliant talent!
It was the slogan of the Braego family. The signboard in the middle of the restaurant had that phrase engraved on it, and every time I went there to eat as a child, I felt a lump in my throat.
‘It’s all over.’
I tried everything, but failed every time.
The existing magic, aura training, and medicine could not cure me.
I dabbled in spiritism and the sorcery of other races, but nothing came to my hand.
‘The last thing left is… … .’
I studied ancient languages from time to time.
Ancient languages were essential to understanding advanced magical theory.
Wizards may not admit it, but most modern high magic is based on ancient magic.
The stupid modern wizards were not capable of creating high-level magic above 7th class.
They were limited to studying and implementing magic that remained as ancient relics.
I learned the ancient language and memorized ancient magic books. If given the ability, I was confident that one day I would be able to create 9th class magic, not just 7th class magic.
But the reality is… … I couldn’t even use basic magic of class 1, let alone class 7.
‘Only ancient fairy tales remain.’
