I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 46

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (47)

After examining the printing presses.

Ethan searched the body of the chief priest.

While searching inside the body, something caught his hand.

“A badge?”

The badge attached to the undergarment had retained its shape to some extent despite the high heat.

A silver badge.

The pattern drawn on the emblem looked like the head of a dragon.

“Is it the symbol of the cult?”

Or it could be the symbol used by the members of the group of magicians he had mentioned.

It was an item worth investigating.

After picking up the emblem,

he looked around the cave carefully.

He searched very thoroughly, just as the upper-level member had instructed.

The wizard’s dwelling.

There was nothing there but a bed, a desk, and a few books.

Ethan opened the books one by one.

“A book of magic.”

They were magic books with nothing special written in them, just theories and formulas. As Ethan was looking through the books, something caught his interest. It was a random phrase written in the middle of one of the magic books.

“In order to create a dragon’s heart…”

A phrase describing how to train the heart was written in a book about fire magic.

It was very strange.

“No way.”

Ethan quickly flipped through the other books. When he put together the short phrases written in each book, a training method became clear.

“This is a description of the theory.”

This must be the theory of the training method that the chief priest had been practicing.

Ethan’s eyes lit up.

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No matter how much of a transcendent being he was in his previous life, he couldn’t have established the entire theory of training just by looking at the internal blood vessels.

That’s why he had decided to skip over some of the finer points and focus on gathering energy in his heart.

Now, he had obtained the theory he needed at just the right moment.

“If I build energy in my heart using this method…”

It seemed like he could gather energy quickly while minimizing side effects.

Ethan nodded quietly.

“This is definitely different from what those mercenary scoundrels learned.”

The training method the mercenaries learned focused solely on gathering energy quickly through the heart.

In other words, it was a method of training mana optimized for a short life.

However, the theory he was seeing now was different.

“The side effects have been significantly reduced.”

The training method possessed by the chief priest contained far more subtleties and was of a higher level.

“If the breathing method of the family emphasizes stability, solidity, and quality,”

This method, on the other hand, emphasized the quantity of mana and the speed at which it was accumulated.

This also meant that the senior priest’s mana breathing technique was quite good when compared to the family’s.

In Ethan’s opinion, both had their own advantages and disadvantages.

He suddenly became curious.

If the chief priest had learned such a high level of technique, how skilled would the person he called “Archbishop” be?

“If I could steal his training method…”

He would be able to use the illusion he was going to build in his heart even more efficiently. Now that he knew the theory, there was no reason to hesitate.

Ethan began to gather the illusion spreading throughout his body into his heart.

It was like the dragon heart of the dragon clan, quickly accumulating mana through a heart concentrated with energy.

The illusions settled in his heart without any problems.

“I have to test it.”

The secret breathing technique of his family, Black Flame Breath.

There was no other breathing technique that could accumulate mana as steadily and solidly as this.

If he mixed in the theory of the breathing technique used by the dragon clan…

His mind raced.

He discarded all the unnecessary details from the theory he had just seen and applied only the core principles to Black Flame’s Breath.

If other knights had witnessed this scene, they would have been so shocked that they would have drooled at the corners of their mouths.

Even an 8th-rank knight would not have been able to easily attempt to modify the mana breathing technique to suit his own tastes.

However.

For Ethan, who had once reached the realm of transcendence, this process was just one of many easy tasks.

“Hoo.”

It was the moment he inhaled and exhaled. Ethan nodded with satisfaction.

“Double.”

The speed at which he gathered mana was about twice as fast as before.

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Perhaps because he had fully understood the theory used by the chief priest before modifying the breathing technique, there were no side effects.

“I applied it well.”

If he had simply accepted the chief priest’s breathing technique, his mana gathering speed would have been four times faster.

‘Instead, his body would have been gradually damaged.’

Rather than pushing himself too hard, it was much better to take only the advantages and discard the disadvantages.

Just like now.

Circulation.

Among them, the second stage was Iron Man. It didn’t seem like it would take long to overcome this and advance to the third stage.

“I’ve gained everything I needed to.”

Ethan came out of the cave, released the upper body restraint, and boarded the carriage.

After stopping at the village of Gerond and instructing them to bring the printing presses to the village, he headed straight for the small town of Uldron.

He handed the upper arm to the knights who saluted the carriage.

“Throw this guy in jail.”

“Yes, sir!”

The moment he got off the carriage.

Silvia, who had come to greet him, bowed her head.

“You’re here.”

She immediately handed him a document.

“What is this?”

“After hearing about the library from Zifron, I did some research on the sect. This is my analysis.”

Ethan flipped through the document.

The document she handed him contained interesting information.

[Investigation Report on the Narakus Sect]

―Recognized as an official “sect” in the six kingdoms and the empire, excluding the Kingdom of Haidern.

―It is believed that the “Dragon Clan Scriptures” are spreading rapidly in other countries.

“These guys are recognized as an official sect?”

“Yes. This is confirmed information. Instead of having a central cathedral called the ‘Holy Land,’ the sect has established one branch in each of the six kingdoms.”

“Branches. Do you know the title of the person who governs the branches?”

“They are called archbishops. The head of the cathedral is called the ‘pope.’”

“These guys are really connected.”

I couldn’t believe it.

Not only the other kingdoms, but even the empire itself had deep ties with the dragon tribe.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for a religion that worshipped dragons to be officially recognized as a religion and establish branches.

“Is there no branch in the Kingdom of Haidern?”

“There are no official branches.”

That meant there could be unofficial ones. Ethan recalled the words of the chief priest.

“We… promised the archbishop…”

That guy definitely mentioned the archbishop. He recalled the words of the bald mercenary he had heard last time.

“I heard that these books are circulating in some western territories… I’ve also heard that such books are circulating in the House of Dekun.”

Combine that with reports that the organization is expanding its influence in the Kingdom of Haidern, except for the western region.

“There is a high possibility that the Archbishop exists somewhere in the Kingdom of Haidern.”

Even if there are no official branches, there must be unofficial ones.

That was when Ethan was deep in thought.

“I have one more report.”

“What is it?”

“While the nobles tacitly acknowledge the sect, the king’s lukewarm response toward it plays a significant role in why it is not officially recognized as a ‘church’ by the kingdom. Since it is a country that directly faced the dragon-kin, it seems they are mindful of the people’s sentiments.”

“Delphrion?”

Mindful of the people’s sentiments.

Well, I suppose so.

The Kingdom of Haidern was one of the first countries to shed blood when the Yongin tribe invaded, along with the Zeno Empire.

Furthermore, the kingdom even bestowed the grand title of “Guardian of the Kingdom” upon the Ardan family, who stood against the Yongin tribe, so it is only natural that they would feel much more burdened than other countries in accepting the Yongin tribe.

“Take a look at this.”

Lawrence handed him another document. It contained a summary of the policies the king had pursued thus far.

As Ethan looked through them, he realized something.

“This.”

Although it didn’t seem obvious, the document was full of policies that subtly restricted the expansion of the Yongin tribe.

“This is unexpected.”

He had thought that the king would only pretend to restrict the expansion of the church, but there were quite a few effective policies.

It seemed that the kingdom was not as close to the Yongin tribe as other kingdoms.

What was the king’s exact position on the church?

He needed to find out more.

“Make sure to report regularly whenever new policies are announced. Oh, and this.”

Ethan handed him a silver emblem. It was an item he had obtained from the chief priest.

“Investigate any organizations that use this symbol. It’s probably related to the mages.”

“Yes, I will look into it.”

“And send this to Greston.”

He handed a letter to Sylvia as well.

“Yes.”

Popolence.

It was a letter addressed to a dwarf.

* *

Flame Hammer Blacksmith.

A knight rushed inside.

“Who is Popolence? It’s urgent.”

“I am… What is it?”

“Take this.”

The knight handed him the letter and left the smithy. Popolens tilted his head and looked at the seal on the letter, then widened his eyes.

“The Grand Duke?”

When he saw the seal, he knew it was definitely a letter from the Grand Duke he had met last time.

He hurriedly opened the letter.

//[Color box] How have you been? I’m contacting you because I have something to ask you. I found this symbol in a bad place. If you know any dwarves who use this symbol, please let me know.//[End of box]

At the bottom of the letter was a symbol. It was a little crude, but it wasn’t unrecognizable.

This was especially true for Popolens. He had seen it so many times that it was one of the patterns he was familiar with to the point of boredom.

“…This is it! It’s his!”

Williams!

The master blacksmith who supplied goods to the royal family. This was definitely the pattern he used. Popolens’ eyes flashed coldly.

“This is not a good place.”

Although dwarves revered capitalism and did many things for money, even taking that into account, Williams was one of the most ruthless ones.

He was one of the most extreme dwarves who would take on any job as long as it paid well.

“He took on a job that would make him money.”

It seemed to be related to the Grand Duke in a bad way. The Grand Duke was a knight with formidable skills. He had confirmed that himself last time.

Moreover, he was a descendant of a noble family that could be compared to the royal family.

“If this goes well.”

He might be able to give Williams a taste of his own medicine. With the Grand Duke’s skills and status, it was entirely possible.

He felt he should go see the Grand Duke himself.

Williams!

Poporen’s obsession with him was that strong.

He looked at his apprentices.

“Business is closed for today! I’m giving you all a month’s vacation, so get some rest!”

“Vacation?”

The apprentice tilted his head.

What could possibly be written in that letter to make that miser give them a vacation?

His eyes, usually dull and lifeless, now shone brightly as if he had been rejuvenated.

This might be an opportunity.

One apprentice raised his hand.

“Could it be paid vacation…?”

“Are you crazy? Why would I pay you to take a break?”

The apprentice immediately cringed.

What opportunity?

As expected, a miser’s nature never changes. Having closed his shop for a month, Poporen ran out of the smithy.

He arrived at the goat pen, staggering.

“What’s the rush?”

“Hey, Khan! Enough chit-chat! Give me the fastest goat you’ve got! Just for a month!”

“The rental fee is three gold coins.”

“…That’s damn expensive.”

Grumbling, he handed over three gold coins.

The dwarf climbed onto the goat with a grunt and pulled the reins.

Meeee!

The goat began to run vigorously out of the city.