120 – Plan
Anyone who has been knighted will hear the name Hugo Prien at least once. This may also apply to street thugs and third-rate swordsmen who are barred from their social status.
A power that makes it impossible to believe that they are the same human being,
The Geomgang River rises and extends tens of meters.
As combat manuals developed, knights learned basic magic, but Hugo was active on the battlefield without using any magic.
Therefore, even excluding sword fundamentalists, it was natural that he was often respected by many swordsmen.
‘I like him.’
Moreover, the envious look at Hugo was not based solely on the admiration for military force.
A person who seems to depict chivalry.
Is it because I know a stranger named Glenn? Hugo never used his strength to dominate others.
He always fought on the front lines before anyone else, and never ignored his colleagues in crisis. Even excluding indirect circumstances, there were thousands of people who owed their lives to Hugo, and there were many who considered it an honor to stand on the battlefield with Hugo.
However, shining times do not last forever.
Excellent people are envied and jealous no matter what era they are. It was a truth that naturally existed wherever people lived.
so that,
Siron knew very well that there were quite a few people waiting for Hugo to decline.
*
At the suggestion of joining the expedition, Chiron felt a weak thirst.
“…Could you give me a minute to think about it?”
“However much.”
Hugo nodded briefly.
expedition. Because I knew how arduous it would be, I did not think that Siron would immediately accept Hugo’s offer. So, Hugo decided to sink into his chair and close his eyes until his young nephew thought it through and came to a conclusion.
However, unexpectedly, Shiron’s answer came quickly.
“I’ll do it.”
“…Is it true that I thought about it enough?”
“What’s not to like? I wanted to work alongside my uncle at least once.”
“hmm…”
‘At first I thought he would refuse…’
Hugo scratched his cheek sheepishly. He was also glad that Shiron said he would follow along, but
When the answer came out easily, I thought that maybe the adult in the family was putting me in danger by relying on favors.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
Hugo looked at Siron with a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Expeditions are hard work. Many people get hurt, and quite a few people die. It is natural that you cannot refuse once something happens.”
“Is there anyone who doesn’t know that?”
“I’m worried because I know better than anyone else.”
“I’m glad you were worried. I would have been sorely disappointed if you hadn’t.”
Siron flicked through the paper in front of him.
Useless elements such as salary, performance bonus, and treatment are listed one after another.
“Or perhaps you were trying to figure it out?”
“…”
“Why do you keep scaring me? Do you want me to reject my uncle’s offer?”
“…It would be a lie to say that it doesn’t exist at all.”
Hugo let out a deep sigh. Wrinkles that clearly did not exist five years ago were etched all over his face.
“After returning from the last expedition, I thought a lot. Isn’t it asking too much of you, who hasn’t even grown up yet? Isn’t that too shameless?”
“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Siron raised his hand as if to stop Hugo. It’s not that I don’t understand Hugo’s feelings of being burdened, but I felt like the story would keep going in circles if things continued like this.
Siron continued speaking after confirming that Hugo nodded.
“I know that my uncle feels sorry for me. After listening to the story, I can see that the expedition team’s situation is not good.”
Siron looked up from his teacup.
“Are there not enough people to lend a hand to me?”
“…It’s my fault for being immoral.”
Hugo lowered his gaze with his nephew in front of him. Siron was able to reflect on several elements of his unconfident attitude, which he had never shown before.
Hugo is not good at talking.
Hugo is indifferent to the battle for succession to the crown prince.
Discipline has become lax as national defense is entrusted to just one person, Hugo.
The poetic theory that synthesized all of them came to one conclusion.
Intentional check.
Some bastards are hoping for Hugo’s downfall.
‘Those who will kill you.’
Siron took a deep breath.
Although he knew and prepared internally, Siron was unable to calmly observe the situation.
All citizens of the empire, and all humans south of the mountain range, were indebted to Hugo, but it seemed as if his interlocked teeth were about to shatter due to those who hastened Hugo’s death.
I had dealt with two apostles, and had previously eliminated the potential threat of the second prince, but when an intruder came in like this, I was out of breath and my blood was running cold.
Shiron pulled out his pen roughly. And he signed the paper in front of him without hesitation.
“…You don’t have to worry about it. I would rather ask you a favor.”
“Thank you.”
“Please excuse me.”
Siron left the office and took out an old notebook from his pocket.
*
The mansion’s training hall. A practice room surrounded by black stone walls.
Lucia was lying spread out, her entire body soaked with sweat.
Using Sirius as a catalyst, empty the mana of the dantian and fill the mana in the practice room back into the dantian hundreds of times.
It is natural that you quickly reach a state of exhaustion as you continue to engage in ignorant training that cannot be recommended to others. However, there is no practice better than this to increase the capacity of the dantian.
Lucia picked up the fifth towel, already wet with sweat, and wiped her face.
It doesn’t matter if it’s not a new towel. Because she had sweated so much, there was no waste on her body, so although the towel was almost soaked with sweat, it did not have any embarrassing smell.
“Waste.”
Lucia, who finished arranging her face, slowly raised her body. and,
He turned his head and looked at Sirius, who was holding him.
‘What kind of swords are there?’
Lucia’s gaze at Sirius was complicated.
Are the materials different? Or is Atmos good at hand? Lucia was stunned by Sirius’ overwhelming mana conductivity.
Lucia blinked and stared at the brilliant light. He tried many swords, including in his previous life, but Sirius was a sword that was never lacking even when compared to the holy sword.
‘No, it’s better than that f*cking holy sword.’
Although he said it so confidently, saying that Sirius is better than the Holy Sword has a lot of heart.
The holy sword is the symbol of a warrior. Kylie, the warrior, was miserable to death. From the moment she was called a warrior by others and those around her, Kylie’s life fell into a pit of despair, so it was inevitable that Lucia would almost hate the Holy Sword.
She had to force herself to kill someone she didn’t want to kill, and in a situation where she didn’t know how difficult it would be for her body and mind, the Holy Sword… pushed Kylie to her death.
However, Sirius was different.
A sword whose birth I personally witnessed.
The third sword I received as a gift.
When I look at Sirius, a happy feeling fills my heart.
And, there was another most important reason: the name Sirius was the same as his technical name written in the children’s book.
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‘It’s fate!’
Lucia recalled the contents of the fairy tale book and raised the brilliant sword with both hands. She unfolded her ki and confirmed that there was no one around and spoke quietly.
“Cry, Sirius.”
Hwaak-
As if responding to Lucia’s call, Sirius began to emit a brilliant light. The dark training room was filled with light, and pure strength emerged from the tip of the sword.
awesome.
Sirius was a sword that embodied coolness.
Lucia felt conflicting emotions. She didn’t want to be a warrior, but she didn’t hate the sight of herself as a warrior, cutting down evil and saving the world. On the contrary, I like it.
The fact that her past life was Kylie has now become a secret that she has to keep for the rest of her life, but sometimes she wants to shout out the name of the technique to change her mood.
Lucia giggled for a moment and shouted, swinging her sword in various positions.
“Cry, Sirius.”
Hwaak-
“Cry, Sirius.”
Wow-
“Cry…”
…I tried to shout the next line, but Lucia couldn’t. Cold sweat broke out as I felt the numb gaze on my back.
“What are you doing?”
“…”
A voice suddenly came from behind me. Lucia slowly turned her head in the direction from which she heard the sound. There, Siron was staring at Lucia with narrowed eyes.
“Uh… well… what are you talking about…”
Lucia could not say anything to Siron, who had just met her. All he did was turn red and sweat profusely.
Shiron looked at Lucia like that and sighed.
Lucia sometimes acts like a jerk. Even though she was a reincarnation, whenever I saw her doing stupid and childish things, I felt like teasing her and teasing her.
Because of Hugo’s incident, Siron did not feel like teasing Lucia.
Siron decided to ignore her foolish behavior.
“Were you chanting magic or something?”
“…Yes, that’s right. Vacation will end soon, right? If you want to keep up with the class progress, you need to prepare and review thoroughly.”
“Really? Then I’ll continue to be busy, right?”
“…Why are you doing that?”
A blatant trick.
Lucia asked while clinging to the wall of the training room. Even though her sweat didn’t smell at all because she had vomited out all the waste, she felt embarrassed for some reason.
Siron stopped walking and turned around.
“I was looking for a partner to go to the palace banquet, but I heard you were busy.”
To be precise, I needed an escort to prepare for the possibility of being f*cked.
“I’m going with Seira.”
“No, I’m not that busy.”
Lucia rolled her eyes and scratched her cheek.
“You want to go?”
“…huh.”
Did Seira’s name come out? Despite having bad memories of the court banquet, Lucia had no choice but to accept Shiron’s offer.
*
Meanwhile, Seira faced an unexpected guest.
Because she was cursed and almost forgotten, there would be no customers who would know her and come visit her, but the customers she met called her name properly in front of the door of the annex.
“That, Lady Siriel.”
“You can call me at your convenience.”
At Siriel’s suggestion, Seira was restless. Because Shiron scolded Seira several times, Seira was aware that she had done something wrong to Siriel when she was a child.
“Even though…”
“It’s okay. I came here because I already knew.”
Siriel smiled at the wizard she had seen in her dream.