I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 119

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (120)

“I will exercise my right to challenge.”

After being knocked out on the first day.

Miltun exercised his right to challenge every morning during class. Today was no different.

“Your willpower isn’t bad.”

“Today is completely different from yesterday. So… you need to be on your guard.”

Milton.

His eyes were shining brightly. Ethan smiled slightly at the look of competitiveness and desire to win in his eyes.

“He has one useful talent.”

Even though he was beaten every day, he never gave up and exercised his right to challenge.

That meant he had considerable tenacity.

Training was ultimately a battle against oneself.

It was a long and arduous process of self-cultivation.

One of the essential qualities necessary to achieve greatness was an unbreakable willpower.

Most of those who achieved transcendence had such a tenacious spirit. It was necessary to have such a spirit in order to become great.

That was why I was quite pleased with his attitude as a fellow knight.

It even reminded me of the knights who had followed me to the death in my previous life.

“Draw your sword.”

Miltan drew his sword.

The rival of a lifetime.

He had already decided who that rival would be in his heart.

He looked at Duke Ethan.

From his status to his wealth, fame, and skill.

He was someone who could be considered the equal of the heir to the Laysian Duke.

He would show his rival that he was a different person from yesterday.

“Here I go! Haap!”

Using the Yekcheon Sword Technique to its fullest, Milten rushed toward the duke.

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Once again, not even a hint of mana rose from the duke’s sword.

“Focus!”

“What a mess.”

“You’re still lacking.”

“Don’t move your mana like that.”

A week of lessons.

All Milten heard during those lessons was harsh criticism.

At first, he felt ashamed.

However, as the lessons continued, Milten’s face grew increasingly serious.

That was because the duke’s words perfectly pointed out his shortcomings.

Now, with each passing day, he could feel his skills improving.

He spun his mana.

He balanced the collision.

He fused his energy.

Finally.

“Explode that power!”

The secrets of the Reverse Heaven Sword Technique were revealed on the wooden sword in Milten’s hand.

Ethan’s eyes lit up when he saw this.

“Hoo.”

Was it because he had been beaten to death for a week?

Reverse Heaven Sword or whatever it was.

Milton was using his family’s secret sword technique “correctly” for the first time. Ethan smiled slightly at the sight of Milton charging forward at explosive speed.

“Still, he’s the best among the late-stage practitioners.”

This guy.

He was learning faster than expected.

Of course, he wasn’t comparing himself to Milton.

That was a very cruel thing for him.

He whispered to Milten, who was rushing toward him.

“You said it was the Reverse Heaven Sword.”

“…?”

“This is close to the perfect form of that sword technique.”

Mana rose above Ethan’s wooden sword.

Rotation, collision, explosion, fusion.

It was mana that perfectly captured the essence of that technique.

“…!”

Milton’s eyes widened.

At this moment, he could feel it clearly. The Duke’s Reverse Heaven Sword was closer to perfection than the Reverse Heaven Sword he had trained with his entire life.

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The difference in talent was staggering. Suddenly, several scenes flashed through Milten’s mind.

“You are truly lacking.”

“The future of the Leysians is bleak.”

“Never forget what I have invested in you.”

“Effort. That is the best you can show.”

Duke Gerond.

His father had always been like that.

After showing him the seemingly unbridgeable gap in their talents, he would always say cold words.

A sense of déjà vu pierced his skin and rushed toward his heart. However, Milten did not despair.

During the countless hours of training in his family, all he ever heard was harsh criticism.

It was the same even after he earned the title of First Sword of the Kingdom.

“I was always inadequate.”

But he did not despair.

He always tried his best.

That is why he became the kingdom’s top late-bloomer.

“Just because I’m inadequate.”

He would not give up.

Never!

That was when it happened.

Milton’s mana began to flow naturally.

A slightly faster rotation.

A slightly more precise collision.

A slightly smoother fusion.

Finally.

A slightly more destructive explosion.

The change happened in an instant.

Kwoong!

A massive explosion echoed through the training ground.

Before he knew it, the two wooden swords were clashing against each other and screaming.

The clash of power was short-lived.

Milton’s mana slowly subsided. The flow of mana inside him began to change rapidly.

At this moment, Milten was overwhelmed just trying to accept the changes within himself.

“Huff, huff…”

He was catching his breath.

“It seems you’ve mastered the basics.”

“…!”

Milten glared at Ethan. For the past week, he had been receiving private lessons from him under the pretext of being the worst student.

During that time, the duke had never once spoken to him like that.

Except for this moment.

“You’ve got the basics down…”

“Exactly. You’ve gone from using your sword without understanding its subtleties to using it with some understanding of its subtleties.”

“…

Milton stared blankly at the duke. He recalled the Reverse Heaven Sword the duke had shown him just before their clash. As he recalled it, one fact began to sink deep into his mind.

“…He deliberately showed me the subtlety.”

He wanted me to see it.

And he wanted me to try it.

This is how it’s done.

It was unexpected help.

“…Damn.”

Still, perhaps because they were fellow knights, he felt he could acknowledge that.

After all.

That was the only way he could call him his rival.

“…Today’s sparring session was definitely productive.”

Unlike the past week, when he had been thrown out of the training ground without even touching his sword once.

Today, they clashed swords and competed with each other.

“…I did receive some help.”

He had generously taught him everything he knew over the past week, so it was only right to show him the minimum courtesy as a knight.

“Now that I’ve mastered the basics, this morning’s lesson should be the last…”

Miltun stared blankly at the duke and bowed his head slightly.

“Thank you…”

“That’s enough. You’re disgusting.”

“…”

What a despicable human being.

Miltun clenched his teeth and asked,

“Is the training completely over now?”

“You’re the worst, yet you still have so many expectations.”

“I always told you, but at that time, my qi was blocked, so I couldn’t help it…”

“That’s still your fault. Don’t make excuses.”

“…”

Ethan looked at Milten and said,

“Starting tomorrow, we’ll move on to the basic level. Be prepared.”

“What? Basic level?”

“What you’ve learned so far is just the basics.”

All the studying he had done for a week was just the basics?

“I really have to practice all day long…”

He had barely been able to keep up with the lessons.

Milton’s face went blank.

Then he shook his head.

“No, this is actually an opportunity.”

The duke had been too complacent. That was obvious from the fact that he had been generously sharing his secrets with him.

“I’ll use this opportunity to learn all his secrets.”

With his improved skills, he would challenge him and win.

If he did, he would regain his honor and Isera’s love.

Suddenly, his heart ached deeply.

Milturn’s conscience.

It began to scream little by little.

“Ugh…”

He should help his rival win fairly and allow him to maintain some dignity as a rival.

Just then.

“Duke!”

In the distance, he saw Isera running toward him, carrying a square container.

“Isera! Good morning…”

Isera ignored Milten’s greeting and looked shyly at the duke with a blushing face.

“Um… Duke. Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Would you like to eat with me? I just made breakfast.”

…What?

Ise-ra made lunch?

Not only did she make lunch so early in the morning, but she’s asking him to eat with her with such a feminine expression?

Milton’s heart slowly turned black. Jealousy began to rise like a volcano.

That was when it happened.

“…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cook before. Do you even know how to cook?”

The duke crossed the line with his question.

‘What a bastard!’

Even if that Isera had made the food for him, he should have bowed in gratitude and eaten it gratefully, yet here he was, making a face and asking if she had even tried cooking?

He couldn’t help but wonder if that guy even had the capacity for empathy.

What was even more ridiculous was that

“Ah, that… I practiced a lot! It’ll be delicious… Hehe…”

Ise-ra began to make excuses, twirling her fingers.

“…Yes. Oh, right. That guy probably didn’t eat breakfast either.”

“Ah…”

Ise-ra, looking embarrassed, scratched her cheek and opened the lunch box. What she took out was a thick rice ball.

“Eat this. It’s enough, right?”

“Eh… Eh? I’ll have some too… Ugh!”

“It’s enough? Hurry up. Prince. Your food will get cold.”

Miltun, whose mouth and feet were tied up by Mana, screamed silently.

“Then I’ll go eat.”

The duke and Isera left with their lunch boxes.

“…Damn him! He deserves to be thrown into a dung heap!”

A fair fight?

No.

At that moment, Milten’s heart was definitely darkened.

“I’ll learn all your secrets.”

And when the duke was at his weakest, he would use his challenge right without hesitation.

The moment Isera completely disappeared from view, the mana restriction was lifted.

“…

Milton stared blankly at the rice ball, then took a bite.

“Kek! Cough! Cough! What is this?”

He screamed.

This wasn’t the rice ball he knew.

It was something that looked like a rice ball.

“Umm…”

Milton thought seriously.

Was cooking skill important in love?

No, it wasn’t.

He could survive just fine eating whatever food he could get his hands on.

If he could win Isera’s love, he could easily “give up” this much.

“Hehe… How about you?”

Miltan thought of the duke and smiled triumphantly.

“…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cook. Do you know how to make food?”

He was extremely picky about food, as if he had the taste buds of a child.

There was no way he wouldn’t complain after eating such food.

Iseira would surely be hurt and return to find a man who would comfort her.

Just as Milten was smiling smugly,

at the academy,

“Haa… Was this the best I could do?”

“Huh?”

“…Don’t ever bring me food again.”

The duke took a bite of rice balls and said in a cold tone before immediately turning away.

Ise-ra stared blankly at her lunch box, her cheeks slowly turning red.

‘Oh my gosh! What should I do…’

From the sigh of uncertainty to the cold tone of rejection,

Iseara’s heart was already filled with ecstasy.

If Milten had seen that scene, he would have fainted.