I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 105

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (106)

Turian was shocked.

The only fortunate thing was that he was wearing a thick robe, so his embarrassed face was hidden.

“…What do you mean?”

The person sitting next to him chuckled and asked again, responding with a natural tone.

“Did you think we wouldn’t keep an eye on someone carrying a forged ID?”

“…”

The viscount swallowed hard.

Surprise and relief.

Those were the emotions that flashed through his heart in an instant. He was surprised that the duke’s security system was much more sophisticated than he had thought.

And his relief was because

It was because the duke had not noticed his presence and approached him.

The fact that someone had detected his presence despite his efforts to hide it meant that the person who had detected him had mana control that was beyond that of a superhuman.

“…That’s impossible.”

The duke was only nineteen years old. How could someone so young possess mana control superior to that of a superhuman?

There had never been anyone in the history of the Western Continent with such skill and talent.

Perhaps only the first duke of Ardan, who was now only a legend, could compare.

Turian looked at Ethan.

“…Even considering that, it’s still surprising.”

Even if he didn’t sense his presence and came looking for him.

There was something surprising.

It was the fact that the duke approached him while completely deceiving his eyes.

“He has reached the peak of self-control.”

There was definitely a reason why he was called the hidden dragon of the west.

The two men locked eyes.

There was no point in hiding his identity any longer.

“You have a talent for surprising people.”

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“Is that all you’ve got, showing up unannounced?”

“The reason I came to see the duke in person is…”

“The main event has begun.”

Turian’s face slowly began to redden.

Not only did he cut him off, but the duke turned his head away and stared at the knights.

He didn’t even listen to what Turian was saying.

What an arrogant man.

However, he couldn’t use force here.

This place was like the duke’s own home.

Most importantly, Turian vividly remembered the technique the duke had displayed during the festival.

It was a spectacular stunt, flying through the sky with a huge white cloud of smoke.

To ordinary people, it was nothing more than an overly flashy stunt.

But to a superhuman, it was a kind of powerful “warning.”

“…He is not someone to be taken lightly.”

With military force, he could be subdued. However, he was not confident that he could do so in a short period of time. He would have to fight the author for a whole day.

In the current situation, it would be madness to make a big fuss.

Especially

when he was curious about the secrets of the duke’s family.

Soon, the two knights who had entered the arena began swinging their swords at each other.

Although it was called a sparring match, it was essentially a real battle.

His anger was short-lived.

The viscount also began to get caught up in the knights’ swordplay.

His impression of the battle between the Yongsaldan, who had begun to show their true colors in the main tournament, was simple.

“…Amazing.”

The marquis was speechless.

As it was the first match of the main tournament, the knights participating in the current match were only those who had reached the rank of 4th class at best.

4th class.

Honestly, for the marquis, they were people he could easily defeat with a single breath.

Nevertheless, he was so surprised because

“…Their fundamentals are solid.”

That was the reason.

Their attacks were precise and sharp.

And they were seasoned veterans.

These were not the experience and skills of mere 4-star knights.

Even the Fractal Marquis, known as a family of spirit masters, had knights.

What would happen if knights of the same rank from the House of Fractal fought against the dragon slayers of the House of Fractal?

“… They would lose.”

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He could sense it.

The dragon slayers were a pack of seasoned wolves.

On the other hand, the knights of the House of Fractal were…

“… Just a herd of sheep, as I saw today.”

Even for a family renowned for their spirit summoning, having a weak knight force was not good news.

Spirit summoners also needed protection, and knights were one of the best forces for that job.

“…Well, I guess so.”

The dragon slayers were a knight order created to replace the famous “Black Flame Corps.”

Considering that they were once the most renowned swordsmanship family in the Western Continent, it was not surprising that they displayed such strength.

Even the leader of the knight order was a person with extraordinary talent.

The battle continued.

As the match progressed, high-ranking knights clashed swords with each other.

I thought everyone was surprised by the first match.

But I was wrong.

The knights of the Duke’s family showed their high level of skill by utilizing deeper techniques as the match progressed.

Among them, the most heated match was between Nerian, the commander of the Dragon Slayer Corps, and Raymon, a knight known to be of the same rank as Nerian.

Their battle was so extraordinary that it could be said to be on a different level from the other knights.

“Waaah! Nerian! Nerian!”

“Raymon! Raymon!”

The people gathered in the stands began to shout at the top of their lungs.

It was a spectacular sight.

The atmosphere was heated.

Not only the commoners, but even the nobles were swept up in the atmosphere and shouted loudly.

The thoughts of the nobles, including Viscount Turian, were unanimous.

“The rumors about the Dragon Slayers are not false!”

The knights guarding the nobles were also busy analyzing the abilities of the Dragon Slayers.

From 4 stars to 5 stars and 6 stars.

Although they were ranked in the same category, the knights instinctively realized

that there was a considerable difference in their levels.

Should I join the training knights of the duke’s family?

Even the knights of the noble families began to ponder this question.

The Dragon Slayer Corps’ preliminary competition, which lasted for six hours, came to an end.

Ethan stood up and looked at the marquis.

“If you want to talk, come to my castle tonight.”

“…”

He naturally walked to the front of the arena and proceeded with the award ceremony.

The knight who received the Nefron Greatsword was none other than the knight commander, Nerian.

As soon as he received the sword, the commander smiled brightly and raised it high, and the people of the domain responded with loud cheers.

Next, the knights of the fifth and fourth ranks were awarded.

“Is there a sword you want?”

“I want to use a large sword like the Duke’s!”

“Me too!”

“A broadsword is a difficult weapon to use.”

“I’ll make use of the day’s extra training!”

“Me too!”

The knights were filled with passion. With such passion, even unfamiliar weapons would eventually become second nature.

Ethan nodded and began drawing the design of the sword with a pen and paper.

After drawing weapons that fit the two knights’ physiques perfectly, he immediately handed them to Sylvia behind him.

“Contact Popolence.”

“Yes. Oh, right. Duke. The selection process for the tournament outside the castle is almost complete.”

“How many are left?”

“We’ve narrowed it down to between 10,000 and 3,000.”

“I will check the remaining personnel myself.”

He could not select an unlimited number of knights in training. That was why he had gone through another screening process among the 10,000 who had passed.

“Understood.”

Thus, the internal competition came to an end.

* *

That night.

Viscount Turian entered the inner castle.

No one noticed him sneaking into the castle because he was hidden by the wind spirit. His new form rose into the air and began to race at high speed.

Soon, he was able to reach the window of the duke’s office.

The moment he approached the window.

“Have you committed a crime?”

The duke’s voice rang out.

He had sneaked in not only because he didn’t want the Seven Families to know he was here, but also because he wanted to gauge the duke’s abilities.

The duke’s abilities were unknown to him, and he wanted to find out for himself.

The marquis’s eyes lit up.

Earlier, when he was relieved that the duke hadn’t noticed him in the main battle, he had a suspicion.

Was the Duke’s information network really that tight?

Was the duke’s information network really that thorough?

Was the duke, who had just now begun to stir, able to detect the identity card that had been so skillfully forged with the power of the 7th family of the kingdom?

It was highly unlikely. Once his head cleared, he began to suspect something else.

Could the duke have…

Could he have recognized me at the opening ceremony a week ago, when I was hiding my presence?

If so, it would be entirely possible that he had been investigating my movements all along and had deliberately sought me out.

At that moment, I was certain.

“He knew from the beginning.”

The Duke’s control over his mana was greater than that of even those called superhumans.

Otherwise, there was no way he could have noticed his approach.

Turian opened the window and entered the office.

He sat down on a chair as if he had been waiting and said to the duke.

“You don’t even try to hide your talent.”

“Isn’t it better to be proud than to sneak around like a mouse?”

“The rough edges are always the first to be hammered away.”

The duke replied with a chuckle.

“You think you’re some kind of superhuman? How could someone like you ever be a hammer?”

“…”

He was just a temporary duke, yet he acted as if he were the real thing.

How arrogant and delusional.

But why?

Every time he looked at him,

he saw the shadow of the previous duke he had seen fifteen years ago.

He recalled when Viscount Turian met with the Seven.

Count Marek’s analysis, praising the grand duke’s talent, was not wrong.

Except for one thing.

“Milton.”

The eldest son of Duke Gerond.

The count said that Milton’s winning percentage was close to 70%.

But standing here now, the Marquis of Turian felt it instinctively.

“He was wrong.”

Miltun, a knight who had reached the level of an 8-star master.

He had been taught the best vision techniques, a combination of the secrets of the dragon clan and the Seven Families, and had drunk all kinds of elixirs like water.

If he faced the Grand Duke, Miltun’s winning percentage would not even reach 30%.

Ethan.

He was certain of this conclusion because he had faced him directly.

That was why.

That was why a greed akin to madness began to rise on Turian’s face.

“Nine months.”

It had only been nine months since the Grand Duke opened his eyes.

He had accumulated such power in less than a year with only his pure talent?

Even with a gift from heaven, it was impossible.

“The possibility has increased.”

It was highly likely that the Duke’s family had some means of passing on experience and memories.

The moment when his vague thoughts began to lean firmly in one direction.

That was when it happened.

“State your business.”

“I came here because I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Is there something in the Duke’s family that passes down memories or experiences?”

The marquis narrowed his eyes and scanned Ethan’s entire body.

If he saw even the slightest unusual reaction, he would be able to confirm his guess.

At that very moment.

It was a very subtle reaction.

Turian did not miss the slight tremor in Ethan’s body.

“So that’s how it was. It was there.”

“…How did you find out about that secret?”

“The information network of the Fractal Marquis is vast and deep. That’s how it was. That’s why the duke sacrificed himself…”

“What are you talking about?”

Something that passes down experience?

If there had been, it would have been used continuously since the previous generation.

Nevertheless.

Ethan reacted as if he really had a “secret.”

The reason was simple.

The fact that this guy came quietly meant that he wanted something from him.

In such a situation, if he pretended to have something,

“…I would like to propose a deal.”

He knew it would be a sure way to get him to take the bait.