Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 121

Seeing a body cut in half, its insides spilling out, would not make anyone happy.

Especially when you were the one who did it.

But Logan was smiling brightly, even though his face was pale and wet with sweat.

It wasn’t because he was a crazy killer who liked strange things.

“Wooaaah!”

Oomph.

His hand clenched without thinking, a thrilling shiver running through him.

He had reached a level he had only dreamed of before.

If you thought of a superhuman as someone beyond human, then he had reached the highest point a human could reach.

“I did it!”

The joy of winning against death, mixed with the excitement of becoming something greater, made Logan cheer, even though he wasn’t in great shape.

But he couldn’t enjoy that feeling yet.

– Ack!

Just as things seemed to calm down, another scream broke through the air.

Logan’s face became serious as he ran towards the inner rooms of the mansion like the wind.

Luckily, Logan’s pride had paid off.

Inside the mansion, he mostly found dead bodies wearing black masks. There were hardly any McLaine soldiers or knights to be seen.

One of the masked men was even hit by the soldiers’ crossbow bolts as Logan saw him and attacked.

This sight made Logan feel a bit better.

“What’s the damage?”

“Nothing confirmed yet…”

– Kuaaaang!

The knight, who was ready to answer Logan, and Logan both looked north at the same time.

“Father!”

“Lord!”

Instantly, Logan shot off northwards like the wind.

Clang! Clang!

Bang! Wham!

Thud.

He reached the northern part of the mansion at full speed.

In a space meant only for Lord Patrick and his Lady Merian, a one-sided fight was happening.

The red Force Blade glowed, catching everyone’s attention. It was a familiar sight.

One person was standing his ground, barely able to block the attacks. The other was playing with him, not really trying to hurt him, and sometimes stabbing his sword into his back.

Because of this, Patrick McLaine, who was standing his ground, was getting more and more hurt.

Blood flowed from his lips, either from biting them or from injuries inside his body, and the situation was becoming more and more dangerous.

“Darling! I, I’m alright! Just fight!”

Merian Kairos screamed as if she was in pain.

She might not have been skilled enough to understand the fight, but she knew why her husband, standing in front of her, was constantly getting hurt.

Patrick seemed not to hear his wife’s screams. He stood firm in the doorway, blocking the attacker, even as the enemy’s sword cut him again and again. Blood ran down his face, but he did not move. *I must protect Merian,* he thought, his heart pounding.

Logan watched, gritting his teeth. *Foolish man,* Logan thought. Patrick was getting hurt badly for no reason. It was frustrating to see him suffer like this. But Logan also understood. It was the act of a father, protecting his family at any cost.

Thankfully, he could change this situation that was uncomfortable to watch.

With the same speed he had charged in like a beam of light, Logan instantly moved behind the attacker.

Then, grabbing hold of his weakness, he told the one who was happily attacking that his fun was over.

“Sorry, friend!”

Thwack!

“Ugh?!”

“Let’s have a more detailed conversation later.”

The friend, stabbed in the back when they first met, smiled brightly with a blood-stained face.

“The total number of enemies we found is thirteen. Except for the one Young Master captured, all have been killed. All those who died in the mansion were probably mid-level Force users.”

“Our casualties?”

“We lost five soldiers, twelve were wounded, and the Lord is seriously injured. That’s all.”

“…Are you sure?”

The person who had ordered the strong defense system was surprised that there were fewer casualties than he expected.

Although there were deaths and his father was seriously injured, the casualties were surprisingly low considering the level of the attackers.

The knight, seeing Logan’s expression, nodded and added.

“It’s true. If you want my opinion, it seems these guys attacked us without knowing anything about us. Especially about the repeating crossbows.”

“Hmm… I see.”

Could it be that Jordan Valterheim sent them?

If they had talked to Roger Biprose, they would never have planned such a careless attack.

Logan’s strong belief became a little less sure, as there was only one person he suspected of doing this.

But.

*Roger Biprose might not have said anything, or Duke Jordan might not have said anything.*

Logan felt he needed to talk to the friend he had met by stabbing him in the back.

“Where is he from?”

“……”

“The Valterheim Ducal House?”

“……”

“What’s his name?”

“……”

“He is a man, isn’t he?”

For over ten minutes, Logan was the only one talking.

The friend in chains was silent.

*The beginning is when he starts saying anything at all.*

Whether it was curses or lies.

Only when a prisoner started talking could you get information from it.

That was why the torture experts Logan had seen before mostly started by talking about things they both knew.

But this guy didn’t react at all.

Was it because he had been stabbed in the back when they first met, and the muscles and tendons in his arms and legs had been cut to stop him from escaping?

*That was a bit harsh, wasn’t it.*

His eyes were full of anger, but he didn’t open his mouth.

It wasn’t like Logan was good at torture.

McLaine, from an area outside the city, wouldn’t have a torture expert.

“Wouldn’t it be unfair to train so hard and then die as an assassin? You seem to be from a knightly family.”

“……”

He asked a few more questions, but his expression didn’t change at all.

“Hmm, alright. I understand your intentions. I respect them.”

Sling.

“It was nice meeting you.”

“Young Master!”

The guard, startled, cried out as Logan, who had come all the way to the prison and only talked to himself, stood up and drew his sword.

But neither Logan nor the prisoner changed their expression.

However.

“…Jordan Valterheim has good subordinates.”

At Logan’s last words, the corners of the prisoner’s lips moved slightly.

“Correct. The Valterheim Ducal House.”

The moment the prisoner’s lips hardened.

Slash!

Sputter.

Thud.

With a spray of blood, the man’s head rolled onto the prison floor.

“Yo, Young Master.”

“The crime of hurting the Lord of McLaine is punishable by death. Ah, should I have made him talk before killing him? Tsk.”

The next day.

The quiet McLaine Town was buzzing with the attack from the night before.

However.

“Did you hear?”

“I did. But who attacked?”

“I have no idea.”

The McLaine family didn’t say who the attackers were. They only announced their sadness for the soldiers who had died and the money they would give to their families.

And Logan called his close aides together.

“Our Lord, my father, is seriously injured and in bed. But we don’t know who the attackers were, and none of the top-level Force users had faces we knew.”

At Logan’s words, the faces of those gathered darkened.

“So, I’m even more sure that Duke Jordan Valterheim ordered yesterday’s attack. Does anyone disagree with me?”

Dwaine, Heinkel, Phillip, Clayton.

Everyone looked away from Logan, staring at the ceiling or the floor.

They were too sure, as Logan had said, but everyone seemed to agree without saying it.

Maybe everyone felt the same way, as their eyes, looking at each other, were full of worry.

“Hmm. Then I’ll think everyone agrees with me…”

“That won’t do, Young Master!”

“Attacking the Ducal House is impossible!”

“Also, we might have to fight the entire Second Prince’s group right now!”

“If we’re going to do that, we need to get some money from the Empire first… Uh… just kidding, just kidding. Haha, ha…”

Phillip shrank back as the others glared at him, but it was clear that everyone felt the same way.

So, Logan chuckled.

“Why do you think I’m going to start a fight with the Ducal House?”

“Well…”

“What…”

They looked back at him as if asking, ‘Do you even need to ask?’

Wasn’t Logan the one who started it?

Luckily, Logan gave an answer that made everyone feel better.

“I’m a human being with common sense. If we attack Jordan Valterheim now, we’ll all die. If I were the Duke, I’d get rid of us first. Only Hwan Douglas would win.”

Whew.

Everyone sighed in relief.

But that was only for a moment.

“No, but. Is someone who sends assassins just because I broke a warning even human? What kind of bastard tries to kill people just because they ignored his words once? Is he crazy! Can he even live a normal life? If a person has any conscience…”

For over ten minutes, Logan cursed without stopping.

The faces of those gathered turned pale again.

“How. Ev. Er!”

Bang!

“We have to endure it. Why?!”

“……”

“Because we’re weak! We got hit first! If we hit back, only I’ll die! We have to endure it even if it’s unfair! Why?!”

Bang!

“Be. Cause. We’re weak.”

“……”

“Doesn’t it look pathetic? Am I the only one who feels wronged right now? Huh?”

Thump, thump.

The sound of nervous footsteps filled the silence.

After a long, suffocating silence, Logan suddenly asked.

“Commander Heinkel. How is the knights’ training going?”

“…It’s perfect.”

“Are the new knights trustworthy?”

“Whether they are trustworthy or not, they have been trained to follow orders right away.”

“Good, Dwaine.”

“Yes?!”

The nervous administrator looked at Logan with sad eyes.

“How are the finances and food supplies? We must have spent a lot on the Second Town?”

“…It’s a bit tight, but we should be okay until the harvest. Once the town is built, we should have more money.”

“Good.”

“Clayton. How’s the development of ‘that’ going?”

“We will try to make a prototype in a few months… no, a month or two.”

“Excellent. And…”

The atmosphere was naturally getting better. The moment Phillip, full of energy and excitement, made eye contact with Logan, he stood up strongly.

“Sit down. Why are you standing?”

“…Yes.”

“He he he.”

A laugh that made the atmosphere lighter spread through the room, and Logan patted Phillip on the shoulder and smiled.

“The food sales to both groups, well done. I’ll always give you a good bonus, so tell me if you have any ideas. And as soon as this problem is solved… you know?”

“Yes! I will work hard!”

“Yes. Still, thanks to you all, there is hope.”

His nervous expression changed to a smile.

“The hope that I, no, we will one day have the power to properly repay this humiliation.”

He smiled at everyone in the room.

Then, slowly and respectfully, he bowed his head.

“Young Master…”

“I hope everyone will work a little harder. It’s not far off. If we do, all the glory of McLaine will be with you.”

After that day, the atmosphere of McLaine changed a little.

Tap tap tap tap.

“Faster! A bit more!”

Neigh!

“Take the one who fell off his horse to the priest quickly! And next!”

The soldiers’ training became more intense.

“Force users grow by pushing their limits. Take one more step when you think you can’t. Make it a habit.”

Heinkel pushed the Knights hard, demanding things that were almost impossible.

“T, the Lord almost died?”

“They say there’s going to be a war?!”

“Crazy! There’s no better place to live than our territory!”

“We have to protect the territory!”

More and more men in the territory signed up for the militia.

And so, another three months passed.