Episode 5
It was because my aura couldn’t support it.
Sir Brown looked a little disappointed.
Even if it was only a low-level one, it would be very useful right away.
The lowest level not only had low spirit firepower, but the spirit power of the spirit wizard was also low, making it difficult to work for a long time.
“I will reduce it. Spirit Inspectors are rare, so if you train them, Hebron’s reputation will spread far and wide.”
“Don’t be obsessed with fame. Don’t worry about what other people think. Live for yourself. Just be happy. That’s enough. … … That’s what my father and grandfather always said.”
“Yes.”
Brown looked displeased.
This is because the Hebron we know today was the result of the lord’s pursuit of personal happiness.
Hebron’s poverty was due to its incompetent ruler.
I replied with a snicker.
“I don’t have the strength to summon and use spirits anyway. I don’t have much accumulated aura.”
“That’s still great. But the swordsmanship you showed when fighting the wolf was different from what I taught you.”
“You know, my swordsmanship skills aren’t that great. I just had that thought. Maybe I learned a swordsmanship that wasn’t right for me.”
“sorry.”
Sir Brown was my swordsmanship teacher.
He taught Louis de Hebron with an almost excessive amount of sincerity, but the boy’s talent was so mediocre that he could not fully absorb the teaching.
“No, Sir Brown, what do you have to be sorry about? It’s just my lack of talent. Anyway, I had that thought and made one to fit my body.”
“yes?”
“I tried it and it worked.”
It was nonsense.
Throughout history, there has never been a human being who has mastered swordsmanship in an instant.
Since the connection between aura and swordsmanship was considered important, it took a human’s entire life to perfect a single swordsmanship.
It was common for famous swordsmen to be created over several generations.
“Hey, if it’s okay with you, could you spar with me?”
Sir Brown could not deny my swordsmanship.
Because I hunted over twenty gray wolves by myself.
Even Sir Brown would find that impossible.
“Can we do it tomorrow? As you can see, I’m a little tired today.”
“I heard you just did some physical training.”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m tired. I’m out of energy. Why? Are you doubting what I’m saying?”
“Oh, no. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
Sir Brown rose quickly from his seat.
He opened the door and was about to go out, but instead he turned around and bowed to me.
“Thank you so much for today.”
“what?”
“Thank you for saving Tom’s life.”
“Was that boy named Tom your relative?”
“No. But I’ve known him since I was little, so if he died, I would be upset.”
This was something that could not have happened in the Duchy of Breio.
In the midst of the crowd of people, it was impossible to remember the death of a child and mourn for him.
Why is that?
Brown’s gaze looking at me was stickier than ever.
Before I could even contemplate the meaning of those eyes, another visitor came to see me.
“son!”
“Mother, is the Baron here too?”
My parents came to see me.
While touring the western wall with Sir Brown, he heard news of the Gray Wolf’s invasion and hurriedly returned to the mansion.
The impressions of the Baron and Baroness of Hebron were warm.
They were completely different from the Duke and Duchess of Breyot, whose nerves were as sharp as blades.
Although he was incompetent, he was equally warm.
That warmth was unfamiliar to me.
So that piqued my interest.
‘There must be an ulterior motive.’
Louis de Hebron’s experience remained with me intact.
Just by considering that, I was convinced that the Baron and his wife had no selfish motives toward me, or rather, that they were full of selfish motives.
They loved me.
‘Is this what a normal parent-child relationship is like?’
Their love was a stranger to me.
“Now that my son is all grown up, he calls me ‘mother’ and he also calls my father ‘baron’.”
My mother stroked my arm.
I didn’t feel this kind of touch in the duke’s house.
Because all I did was immediately treat it with a healing potion when I got hurt.
It could be said that his life was like walking on thin ice, as he was killed by an unknown assassin at the last moment.
“Isn’t that because you were well-educated in manners? Don’t be too upset.”
Contrary to what he said, my father seemed to be secretly upset about being called Baron.
My father glanced at me over my mother’s shoulder, his eyes scanning my wounds.
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I felt burdened by the gaze of my father and the touch of my mother.
Although it was a gesture without any plan, life in Braio and death as Braio made them wary.
My mother asked me.
“Are you hurt anywhere? Are you really okay?”
“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt.”
Mother held out a leather pouch.
It was full of green herbs.
‘Even if it’s a good medicine for a wound, if you use too much of it, there will be side effects. Hebron is a rural town that doesn’t even know such basic things.’
Herbalism was my specialty.
The Barony of Hebron had no proper councillors.
The treatment method was passed down by word of mouth among the elderly who had learned folk remedies, and the baron’s family also cured their illnesses with the method.
“You are great. I didn’t know you had achieved that much. If the family had been well-off, I would have sent you to the Royal Academy… … .”
Father swallowed a sigh.
Surprisingly, my father was a graduate of the Royal Academy.
He dropped out after attending for one semester due to his family’s financial difficulties, but his father’s study contained the certificate he received when he entered the Royal Academy.
“No. Sir Brown is a good teacher. A swordsman you pay for won’t teach you as carefully as Sir Brown.”
In a cool-headed manner, Lord Brown was an inordinate teacher to the former Louis de Hebron.
I vividly remembered Lord Brown’s teachings.
Although his swordsmanship was of a low standard, no knight in the ducal household cared for a nobleman’s son as carefully as Sir Brown.
Sir Brown gave not only his skills but also his heart. He treated them as if they were his own children. No, even if they were his own children, most people treated them more harshly than he did.
My mother caressed every nook and cranny of my body and checked for wounds.
I felt a warmth seep deep into my heart that I had never felt in my previous life.
It was so unfamiliar that my muscles tense up.
“Let’s go. Louis needs to rest too.”
If my father hadn’t stopped me, I would have had to pretend to sleep in my mother’s arms.
My mother let me go with a look of regret and gave me a strong message.
“If you’re sick, be sure to call Mariam. And you must call Mom, too. Even if it’s early in the morning. Okay?”
“Okay, Mother. But Mariam and you won’t have to call. You’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep.”
When I answered, my mother turned to my father and said.
“My child is all grown up, honey. Look at him talking to Mom in a formal way.”
“That’s right. When did you grow so much, haha!”
The baron’s manners were not as obsessive as they had been taught in the duke’s household.
Even though I was trying my best to relax, my parents thought I was being formal.
After my parents left, I sat down on the hard mattress.
‘The most urgent task is to increase the aura of the danjeon.’
There was seventy percent truth in the lie told to Lord Brown.
There was a different kind of swordsmanship that suited my body.
To be exact, I could only display my best skills if the swordsmanship and aura training methods suited me perfectly.
There was no knight who did not know this fact.
If you practice swordsmanship, you will naturally come to realize it.
Even though you know, you just pretend not to know.
I have given up.
There are only a few crazy people in the world who can learn swordsmanship and aura training methods to suit their bodies. They only come in a few cases per century.
Even if he had reached that level, it was impossible to get used to a new training method since he was already accustomed to other swordsmanship and training methods.
The limit was to adapting the swordsmanship I had learned so far or to unfolding it with a little modification.
‘I can do it now.’
All kinds of swordsmanship were in my head.
He even knew the royal swordsmanship.
Since it was rare for the king to personally take up a sword and go out to the battlefield to fight, the royal swordsmanship and training methods were created with stability and health as the top priority.
‘Unfortunately, Brayo swordsmanship doesn’t suit me.’
The swordsmanship used when hunting the gray wolf was the Braio swordsmanship. Its movements are simple, but each and every sword strike is deadly.
‘The swordsmanship that suits me right now is… … .’
I have experienced two lives.
The previous Lewis became the current Lewis’ swordsmanship teacher.
He was the most knowledgeable and detailed teacher in the world.
I racked my brain to find the one that suited me among the numerous swordsmanship techniques.
‘The basics are the Aura training method. If we look at the training method alone… … .’
If the training method did not suit me, it would be difficult to properly demonstrate power even if I learned swordsmanship.
‘Antaria Swordsmanship.’
It was the swordsmanship of the kingdom of Antaria, which was destroyed a century ago.
Although it was a representative swordsmanship of a kingdom, no one paid attention to Antaria swordsmanship after the swordsmanship destruction method was revealed.
‘There’s no need to think about it any further. Only knights know the art of destruction. There is no swordsmanship as good as this when dealing with monsters and soldiers. Furthermore, once Antaria swordsmanship passes a certain level, the art of destruction becomes meaningless. Even Braio swordsmanship cannot compare to Antaria swordsmanship. And I also have a way to supplement Antaria swordsmanship.’
The Kingdom of Antaria was a sacred kingdom.
Priests were favored over wizards and knights.
There were, however, exceptionally knights who stood shoulder to shoulder with priests.
The Holy Knights.
Antaria swordsmanship was something only the Holy Knights could learn, and at the time of their downfall, the only knight who had surpassed it was the Knight Commander.
When he broke the Braio swordsmanship, the Braio family, enraged by this, studied and published the method of destroying the Antaria swordsmanship.
“Hoooo… … .”
The basis of Aura training was breathing.
The common method was to accept the energy scattered in the atmosphere and accumulate it in the danjeon.
Humans breathe through their nose and mouth, but the Duke of Braiot tried to overcome this limitation with a more evolved method.
Skin breathing.
‘I wasn’t just used by the Duke of Bray for ten years. They didn’t even find out half of what I researched.’
Breyo’s methods were unstable.
While practicing aura training through skin breathing, even a slight shock could render one crippled, and even if there was an abundance of magical energy around, it would have the opposite effect.
This is a situation where the danjeon goes wild due to excessive magical power absorption.
‘My theory surpassed Brayo’s. He just didn’t have the talent to build up magical power within his body. Now I have the talent.’
The pores all over my body opened.
As I accepted the energy of the atmosphere with my whole body, the magical power that I could not handle at the moment was concentrated towards my danjeon.
The energy of the atmosphere was called magic power.
Depending on how it is received by the body and transformed, it is divided into Aura, Mana, Divine Power, and Spiritual Power.
Magic was the root of it all.
Quagwaquagwaqua!
It felt like I was being hit by a waterfall all over my body.
The sweltering heat was suffocating me.
‘This is coming… …!’
It was a completely different feeling from when I practiced the Hebron Aura method.
I took in the energy of the world with my whole body.
It felt like the world, no, the entire universe, was inside me.
A thrill ran through me.
I felt alive.
A realm I had never experienced in my previous life was at my feet.
I trampled it and looked up at the next level.
I was thrilled by the mere fact that an achievable future was within reach.
‘The Duke of Breyo’s judgment was correct.’
Unfortunately, I had no choice but to admit it.
