I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 45

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (46)

“Fire mana?”

The words “landlord” and the fire mana he used.

And the title of knight.

Putting these three things together, I could guess the identity of the person who had broken into the printing house.

“The Grand Duke!”

The Grand Duke of the Ardan Duke’s family.

It was definitely him.

It was known that the direct descendants of the duke’s family used fire mana to produce black flames.

“This is troublesome.”

His brilliance as a child.

And his actions since he opened his eyes again.

Putting everything together, I could roughly guess what kind of person the Grand Duke was.

Now that he had been caught, he would never let the cult slip away.

Chief Priest Berstan frowned.

It was not part of the plan for him to discover the printing press at this moment.

“His achievements do not seem low at all.”

He was tired.

But when he thought about it differently,

“This is a chance to kill the Grand Duke.”

This was also a golden opportunity.

The Naracus Sect was a sect that served the dragon tribe. Naturally, they were enemies of the Ardan Duke’s family.

They were the ones who had blocked the plans of their master.

In fact, quite a few members of the sect were carrying out various tasks throughout the duke’s territory. If only they could kill the grand duke without anyone noticing!

“I could obtain a high-grade Dragon Clan Scripture…”

Berstan swallowed hard.

Even obtaining a mid-grade Dragon Clan Scripture would allow him to accumulate power close to the sixth rank.

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If he obtained a high-grade Dragon Clan Scripture?

He could enter the “Archbishop’s Council,” which was called the leadership of the sect and consisted entirely of individuals with at least 7th rank abilities.

Greed filled his eyes.

Meanwhile.

The Grand Duke, who had easily neutralized the crossbow attack, rushed toward the mercenaries.

Their eyes widened.

He fired bolts filled with his mana. To neutralize them all with just pure sword strikes!

“He’s a real knight!”

His opponent was at least a 5-star knight. The mercenaries hurriedly drew their swords. Mana began to burn brightly on their swords.

At that moment, when Ethan and the mercenaries clashed.

“Aaah!”

The mercenaries’ bodies flew in all directions. Arms, legs, even upper bodies.

Every time the dark greatsword swung, at least three mercenaries lost their lives.

Berstan, who had been quietly observing the scene, spun the mana inside his body.

[Whip of Fire!]

A whip of flame, like something a demon would wield, appeared in his hands.

“Ho.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up.

That guy was a magician.

In order to cast magic, magicians had to move their mana and recite a “promised” phrase.

People called it casting or a spell. However, there were those who could wield magic using simple sentences instead of spells.

One of the six dragon clans, the “Language Worshipers.”

These creatures could perform miracles akin to magic with a single word.

Humans called it ”dragon speech magic.”

It was a system of abilities that could be called a kind of superpower rather than magic.

It seemed that the Language Worshipers were related to the shape-shifters, the Narakus.

[The chains of fire bind your enemies!]

The moment the words left his mouth, they became a spell.

Before he knew it, a huge chain of fire had appeared at Ethan’s feet.

From the speed at which it wrapped around his ankles to the power contained within and the temperature of the flames, it was as if a spell had been cast.

This was like a spell that had been cast properly.

“Interesting.”

Just because it could summon miracles like magic when spoken aloud did not mean that dragon speech magic was a perfect technique.

This was because dragon speech magic was weaker than magic that was cast normally by reciting a spell, even if the same mana was used.

Furthermore, in order to use dragon speech magic, it was necessary to have a deep understanding of the “system” possessed by language worshippers.

In other words, it took a lot of time to learn how to use it properly.

“It’s a technique with both advantages and disadvantages.”

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One thing was certain.

The guy he had just encountered was a much more skilled black magician than the ones he had met before.

He was demonstrating a level of skill that was on a completely different level from those who knew nothing about Myori and were just spewing out power.

Unfortunately, however.

“We have the worst possible matchup.”

To Ethan, his opponent was nothing more than a toy.

The moment he vibrated the essence of fire.

The shackles that had been trembling were instantly absorbed into his body.

“What… what is that!”

Berstan let out a scream mixed with horror at the sight he had never seen before.

What kind of magic was that dragon spell he had just used?

Even a 6-star knight would have been unable to withstand the firepower and strength of that spell for even a moment. How could he have broken it so easily?

At the very least, he should have suffered burns severe enough to sever his ankles!

This was absurd.

Berstan vibrated the “Spell Ring” he had created in his head.

[Power of the hellhound!]

Hellhound.

It was a vicious monster known for never letting go of its enemies once it recognized them.

The mana flowing from the Word Ring vibrated his heart.

The whip was imbued with the attribute of fire.

The “tracking” ability that never lets its enemy escape.

[With the weight of a cloud giant!]

Cloud Giant.

One of the legendary beings said to be as large as a cloud. The moment the whip was imbued with “weight.”

“Guh!”

Berstan coughed up blood.

Trying to force a quality that couldn’t be contained within his own power naturally led to strain.

However, this was unavoidable. It seemed impossible to capture the prince with just a whip of flames.

Only a portion of the heaviness was contained.

But even that was enough.

“Die!”

The moment he swung the whip.

Ethan dodged the whip.

The whip, flickering with flames, began to follow Ethan as if it had eyes.

The whip stretched endlessly.

“It’ll be trouble if I get hit.”

Even though his affinity with fire had reached its peak, that whip possessed tremendous physical power along with its flame attribute.

The power contained within it was close to that of a 7th-rank. It was not something he could just take head-on like the shackles that had appeared in midair just a moment ago.

This guy was definitely skilled. Ethan opened two rings without hesitation.

Not only did his body become light as if he were flying, but a massive amount of fire mana flowed from his entire body.

“Now is the time.”

He would be able to execute the second stage of the Red Flame Style. He lit a flame on his sword.

[Red Flame Technique, Chapter 2]

[Violent Flame Slash]

An enormous amount of mana flowed out from nearly thirty flames.

Heat rose from the dark-colored great sword. It was as if the surrounding area had turned into a hot desert, with heat haze beginning to rise.

The flames saw the whip coming and swelled.

Ethan drew his sword without hesitation. Mana naturally flowed out of the sword and flew toward the whip.

“What…!”

Berstan was shocked by what he saw. The immense heat and power contained in the technique used by the Crown Prince!

It far exceeded the power contained in his own whip of fire.

“Fire…!”

How many years had he spent trying to control the hot flames?

Berstan had studied fire for over forty years.

Even he couldn’t produce such pure flames.

But!

But how!

“…At such a young age!”

Berstan sensed it.

The moment the whip and the mana containing that heat collided, everything would end.

It was terribly unfair.

For a moment, time seemed to slow down.

The whip containing the weight of the cloud giant collided with the mana of the flames.

The heat from the whip began to be absorbed into the purer flames of mana.

The whip, which had been heavy with the giant’s weight, became infinitely lighter.

Soon, a huge fire demon engulfed Berstan. Even he, who had studied fire his entire life, could not withstand the intense heat.

“Aaah!”

Berstan, whose entire body was engulfed in flames, rolled frantically on the ground.

His tenacious life force was still struggling to restore his flesh even at this moment.

Thud.

Thud.

A soft footsteps could be heard.

Soon, the flames covering Berstan’s entire body died down.

They had been absorbed into Ethan’s flesh.

“You said you were the chief priest, right?”

“Kuh… Die… Die…”

Ethan chuckled.

He would have done it even if that guy hadn’t said anything.

“However.”

There was something he had to check first. His mana began to sweep through Berstan’s entire body.

Incredible heat raged inside his body. It was an excruciatingly painful sensation.

“Ugh!”

Berstan rolled his eyes.

But the investigation did not stop.

“One in the head.”

And one in the heart.

That was where his power was concentrated.

The method of concentrating power in the head was used by language worshippers.

“That’s unusual.”

To modify this for humans.

However, there was something else that caught his attention even more.

“Mixed breathing.”

He carefully examined the method of gathering energy in the heart.

It was definitely a more sophisticated method than the breathing techniques used by mercenaries and black magicians. There were at least three different techniques involved.

“With this, I should be able to lay a basic foundation.”

He would implement a method that concentrated the aura in the heart to quickly gather mana without putting too much strain on life.

He had gotten the hint from the chief priest.

“What organization do you belong to?”

“…Organization?”

Berstan tilted his head.

He must already know that he belonged to the sect.

Soon, he smiled slyly.

He had guessed what it was.

“Ah… You mean that place… I see… Heh heh… Baron Helmut… That guy… Did he… Ha ha ha!”

They talked slowly.

Berstan secretly vibrated his spell ring. His body had already been completely burned to ashes long ago.

It was unfair to die alone.

So, he needed at least a companion.

“There is… such a group… that comes and goes as if it were their own home… a gathering of magicians… even a spellcaster like me can easily find them…”

He scattered information that would interest the enemy while carefully controlling the level of disclosure, gathering the power of spells.

At that moment, when the power was gathered.

[Explode!]

Berstan shouted loudly, imagining a huge explosion. However, nothing happened.

“Did you think I wouldn’t be prepared?”

“……”

“Speak.”

“Huh huh… Unfortunately… No one… Will ever… Hear that answer… Because… We… Promised… The Archbishop…”

Just as Berstan was about to speak, recalling the relevant information in his mind, his head exploded in an instant.

“As expected.”

This guy also had restrictions.

That was why he had searched the guy’s body instead of asking questions first. The restrictions placed on the bodies of those who knew something were so powerful that even Ethan couldn’t block them.

“These restrictions were placed by someone at least 9th rank or higher.”

The power contained in the restrictions was extremely sophisticated and powerful. Even Ethan had no way to neutralize them right now.

“The archbishop.”

The archbishop of the Narakus Sect. That guy must be a powerful being.

Ethan, who had put down the chief priest, looked at the empty hall. The mercenaries had been slain long ago, and even the administrators had closed their eyes.

There might be something else to discover here. Just as he approached the machine inside the hall, he noticed something.

“This…”

Seeing the printing press filled with intricate mechanical gears, a certain race came to mind.

Dwarves.

It would be difficult for humans with their smelting skills to create such machines. Could the dwarves be connected to the order?

He wasn’t sure yet.

As he was examining the printing press, he noticed a pattern embedded inside the machine.

“…It’s a dwarf pattern.”

After creating their works,

dwarves usually left patterns like this behind.

He didn’t know which dwarf had carved the pattern.

However,

There was one person who came to mind when I thought of dwarves.

“Poporenus.”

If it was him, he might know who created this pattern.

I decided I should try to contact him.