I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 49

 #I returned home and found my family ruined (50)

“I only revealed one of the manufacturing methods passed down in my family.”

“……”

“Do you understand?”

Do I understand?

Ilia didn’t understand at all.

Herbal potions.

This wasn’t simply a matter of mixing herbs and potions together.

The ratios had to be precise, and the chemical reactions between the seven herbs and potions had to be calculated meticulously to maximize the effect.

Even if she had come up with the idea of mixing herbs and potions to make a more effective potion,

it would have taken at least an 8th-rank magician to implement such a sophisticated method.

“Of course.”

So, it’s not as if you can make ten potions with just one potion and seven herbs.

Even Ilia, an 8th-rank grand magician, had to invest two years to complete the recipe for the herbal potion.

“This manufacturing method… was possessed by a famous swordsmanship family?”

That couldn’t be true.

Ilia immediately refuted.

“You’re saying that a famous swordsmanship family created such a manufacturing method, not a tower of magic or a famous manufacturing family? I can’t understand that at all.”

“Then don’t understand it.”

“…What?”

“Whether you understand it or not, what do I care?”

“That’s…”

Ilia was momentarily taken aback.

The Grand Duke wasn’t wrong.

He didn’t steal anything, so in the end, there was no problem.

But

why did it feel so unsettling?

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He felt like something was missing as he turned to leave.

That was when

the Grand Duke said casually,

“I have a lot of such items in my head.”

“A lot?”

“Yes, a lot.”

As humanity collapsed and knowledge of all kinds of inventions was lost, he remembered quite a lot of items.

Ilia’s heart raced at Ethan’s casual response.

‘Does he really know how to make that many things?’

Wizards are a curious bunch. The Grand Prince’s words naturally piqued his curiosity.

He saw a sparkle in his eyes.

If he wanted to reel this wizard in, he would have to throw him at least a little bait.

‘I’ll throw him a few hints.’

It was just a rough draft of ideas anyway, and everything was something that Ilia would create in the future.

There was nothing to lose.

“A potion that can be made by mixing monster blood, holy water, and a few herbs.”

Gasp!

“Something like a liquid that can transform mana into another energy just by drinking it.”

“…!”

The more Ethan spoke, the more Ilia trembled.

“How… how?”

Was he saying everything he had researched or tried to research?

Ethan wasn’t finished yet. He was throwing out ideas in directions she had never even thought of.

Even Ilia, who was called a grand magician, was surprised by his knowledge.

“What I’ve told you is only a fraction of what I know. My family’s vision is boundless.”

“…That’s impossible!”

He couldn’t understand it at all.

This was not knowledge that could be obtained from a family of sword masters.

“Lies!”

It was a blatant lie.

However, one thing was certain. The knowledge possessed by the Grand Prince was truly vast and extensive.

“…I’m curious.”

Grand Prince.

What should he do with the author?

Everything he had just said was nothing but fragmented knowledge.

The Grand Prince must have the complete results of that knowledge in his head.

He wanted to find out.

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“Should I kidnap him and extract the knowledge?”

However.

The significance of being the legitimate heir to the Duke’s family in the Kingdom of Haidern was much greater than he had thought.

Even an 8th-rank magician like himself would hesitate to act rashly.

“Besides…”

The pure power of fire he had shown earlier was not something even a grand magician could easily dismiss.

Although he appeared calm as he scattered the flames, the old man’s face was wrinkled with heat.

The delicate control and immense power contained in the mana of the fire were such that even a grand magician like himself could not take it lightly.

Nineteen.

His attack was filled with a level of skill that seemed impossible for someone of his age.

Ilia fell into deep thought. Seeing this, Ethan smiled quietly.

Ethan had met countless people throughout his life.

It was easier than eating cold porridge to guess what Ilia was thinking right now.

“Hey, wizard.”

“…What is it?”

“Don’t think nonsense.”

Gasp!

Ilya’s ears pricked up.

“…Those are very rude words.”

“I have rude thoughts, so I have no choice but to speak rudely.”

“Hmph! If that’s what I think, what are you going to do about it?”

Ilya’s pride was hurt.

The more he talked to the Grand Duke, the more he felt like he was being provoked.

The strongest strength she could boast.

That was her extensive knowledge of crafting and her magical skills to bring it to life.

However.

Compared to the Grand Duke’s knowledge, it felt like a drop in the bucket. In the end, there was only one thing left for her to use to restore her crushed pride.

Overwhelming power!

“Hm.”

Ethan looked at Ilia.

He saw a magician with her cheeks puffed out as if her pride had been hurt.

He understood why.

Not only did this “knight” know everything about the items she had spent her entire life studying, but he also had plenty of new ideas.

His pride as a craftsman must have been completely shattered.

Can you stop me?

His sullen face seemed to say so.

Ethan immediately drew his sword.

“What else can I do? I have to bring you to your senses.”

“Ha! Little knight. I am a wizard who has lived decades longer than you. Don’t let your youthful energy get the better of you and make a mistake.”

A mistake?

Ethan smiled at Ilia’s words and replied quietly.

“It’s a ‘doppelganger.’ I’ll show you who my true knight is.”

“……!”

How did he know my true identity!

Ilia widened his eyes.

That was the moment.

Ethan grabbed his broadsword and approached Ilia at high speed.

His movements were much faster than before.

Two rings formed in his heart.

This was because the energy contained in the rings was released, spreading throughout his limbs and giving him explosive power.

Ilia quickly spun her mana. She imbued her mana with a certain quality.

It was “slowness.”

The air around her was instantly consumed by the mana of the grand magician.

The speed was astonishing. It was the very beginning of a fragment of time divided into a hundred seconds.

It was the moment when her domain was established. It was terrifying for a miracle brought about with a single gesture.

She was chosen from among countless magicians and rose to the top.

That was what a grand magician was.

Even if a knight tried to use a dragon in her domain, he would probably be slowed down and unable to move at all as time stood still within her domain.

I will subdue him in one fell swoop and show him the difference in our power!

It was the moment when Ilia looked at Ethan triumphantly.

She narrowed her eyes.

The moment the mana containing “slowness” touched him.

Ethan passed through the domain very naturally.

“What… what is this!”

Research and exploration.

The eyes of the grand magician, who understood the truth, analyzed what the knight was doing one by one.

The prince entered the domain.

Not only did the mana of fire flowing from his body burn away all traces of slowness,

but he was also closing the distance, cutting a straight path through the air with ease.

Ilia, terrified, spun her mana around.

Just as her form became blurry,

whoosh!

The flaming greatsword grazed her blonde hair.

Not only did dozens of layers of defensive magic shatter like glass, but it also cut off Ilia’s blonde hair.

The severed hair instantly turned to ash. Ilia stepped back and screamed.

“What are you doing!”

Ilia broke out in a cold sweat.

The situation just now was really dangerous.

“What the…!”

She had been training her mana for over a hundred years.

The power accumulated in her mana and her control over it should have been overwhelmingly superior to that of the young knight.

Then how could he so easily break through her territory?

Although she was not a battle-hardened war mage, she had lived for a long time and had some experience in combat.

“Her mana level is at best 4-star…”

When she had just exploded her power, she had shown mana levels close to 5 stars. At that level, even a single gesture from her would have been enough to blow her body to pieces.

However, the Grand Duke was completely different from ordinary knights.

Not only did he easily break through her mana, but he also closed the distance in an instant.

The sword strike that cut through dozens of layers of defense and severed his hair was still vivid in his mind.

She swallowed hard.

With that level of mana control and power, even if she attacked with all her might, she would not be able to easily defeat him.

“At least half a day.”

She would have to cast magic like a madwoman for at least half a day to subdue him.

Ethan smiled wryly at Ilia’s screaming and asked,

“Are you satisfied with the sword skills I just showed you?”

“……!”

Ilia’s eyes widened.

The Grand Prince was nineteen years old.

Including the ten years he had spent unconscious, he had lived less than a decade.

However, his swordsmanship…

Even at the very least, it was that of an 8th-rank knight, or a “master.”

On top of that, his control over mana was so high that it overwhelmed even him.

“What kind of person is this?”

Even if he was a once-in-a-lifetime swordsmanship genius, this was on a completely different level. It was impossible to acquire such skills in just ten years of training.

Ethan tapped his sword lightly and said softly.

“Think about it again.”

“…”

Ilya was speechless and grabbed the collar of his robe.

His pride was hurt.

However, the thought that the terrifying knight might charge at him again made his legs tremble.

The life of a crafting mage.

He hadn’t been in many battles, and he had rarely faced such dangerous situations.

“Was that the last of his speed?”

If not.

Her life could have been in real danger.

Magicians were known for their immense curiosity, but that didn’t mean they would throw their lives away.

Unless they were magicians who were obsessed with knowledge.

Ilia was curious, but she was not a mad magician.

She shook her head.

“…I’m sorry. I was rude.”

“I understand. Then you may go.”

Ethan looked at Ilia and uttered a cold and indifferent dismissal.

Her pride was completely crushed.

There was no way she could easily leave just because he told her to go.

His prediction was spot on.

Ilia quietly stared at Ethan, clutching his sleeve.

How did he know that?

How did he acquire such skills?

And how did he figure out her true identity in an instant?

The Grand Duke.

She became curious about his secrets.

It was the greatest curiosity he had ever felt in his hundred-year-long life.

Ilia pursed her lips.

She was a hybrid of two races: humans and doppelgangers.

That was why she had lived in the dungeon for over a hundred years.

A hybrid of two races.

There was nowhere that would accept her, a hybrid of two races.

A long time.

During that time, most of her daily life was spent in a laboratory inside the dungeon.

The only humans she interacted with were the merchants who bought her creations.

Compared to the length of her life, she had very little experience in human relationships.

“…I’m good at crafting.”

Unable to accept being turned away, Ilia could only come up with this phrase to promote herself.

This was especially true now that she was no longer wearing the old man’s skin and had revealed her true form.

It had been so long since she had spoken directly to a human being.

“I’ve been hooked.”

He was getting a strong bite.

However, in order to firmly establish the “hierarchy,” he needed to play a little more tug-of-war.

Ethan asked again with an expressionless face.

“So?”

“…I am also called a grand magician.”

“Why are you telling me that?”

“Just… that’s what it is…”

His burning curiosity was not easily quenched by cold words.

Rather, he felt an overwhelming desire to stay here and learn more about the Grand Duke.

“Hm.”

Seeing Ethan’s thoughtful expression, as if he were deep in thought, Ilia quickly said,

“It will definitely be helpful!”

That was obvious.

He had seen it clearly in his previous life.

“How?”

“The sword! That sword! You can engrave a magic formula on it! If only there was a blacksmith who could engrave circuits…”

When a magical formula is engraved on an ordinary item, it becomes an artifact.

“An artifact.”

Ethan was not the type to shy away from auxiliary tools.

In his previous life, artifacts were items he couldn’t use because he didn’t have them.

“A dwarf blacksmith will arrive in about ten days.”

Popolens.

The letter he sent said that he would visit here in person to check the patterns engraved on the printing press.

“A dwarf?”

“Yes. Let’s see what you can do then.”

Hearing that, Ilia grabbed his collar and asked.

“Then… can I stay here?”

“Sure.”

Ethan readily agreed.

There was no reason to refuse.