Genius Wizard Hides His Sword Skills [EN]: Chapter 102

102. Killave Irahan

[Isn’t that the guy from before?]

The person who appeared was someone Oberon knew well.

‘Wasn’t his name Irahan, I think?’

The Kilave family’s old soul, whom I met at Anti’s auction house. A descendant of the Five-Star Families had entered the Whirlwind Council’s den.

[You have quite the connection with that guy. Meeting again in Raftel.]

‘Should I watch for a bit?’

Irahan and his entourage faced Aiteo. It was quite an interesting situation.

“Y-You! How dare you hit me! Do you even know where this is!”

Aiteo’s agitated voice continued. His confidence must have stemmed from the surrounding Whirlwind Council executives.

They were already getting up from their seats, ready to fight, so there couldn’t have been stronger support.

However, the one who slapped Aiteo was no pushover either.

“Shut up. You’re the one who doesn’t know who this person is and acting up. You look like a nobody, so quietly eat your meal and get lost.”

The one he served was Irahan. Behind them stood the Kilave family, one of the Five-Star Families.

“What? Have you ever seen such a crazy bastard!”

“You. If you raise your voice any louder, you’ll regret it.”

“Regret? Yeah, how great are you to hit someone and still be so confident!”

Then, the attendant chuckled.

“This person is a scion [a descendant or heir] of the Kilave family. It would be best not to cause any more trouble.”

Aiteo paused for a moment at those words. He must have heard of the name Kilave before.

“Pfft, ha!”

However, Aiteo forced a burst of laughter. It was very awkward, but he was trying to respond calmly.

“…What are you doing? Are you ignoring the Kilave family right now?”

The attendant bit his lip at that sight.

Aiteo’s attitude made Irahan, who had been sitting, stand up as well.

“Are you insulting our family? What affiliation do you have?”

Irahan frowned. Then, his attendants began to gather mana at their fingertips.

Because of that, the Whirlwind Council executives also began to gather mana.

‘Things are going to get big. I have to stop them.’

Now was my time to step in.

[Can’t you just leave it? The Whirlwind Council won’t lose, right?]

Of course, Irahan and his attendants couldn’t possibly be a match for the Whirlwind Council executives.

‘But I can’t just kill them all here.’

[I guess not.]

If a scion of the Kilave family were to die here, their family would trace the clues.

I couldn’t expose the Whirlwind Council’s strength over something like this, especially against one of the Five-Star Families.

“Hey. Stop for a second.”

I walked into the eye of the storm, where magic seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

“Who are you…!”

The one who had slapped Aiteo looked at me first.

“You, step aside.”

The guy who looked into my eyes couldn’t say anything more.

“Irahan Kilave. We meet again, it seems?”

Only then did Irahan turn to look at me. His eyes widened.

“Y-You are!”

He stammered as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have.

“Ian Delema?”

Soon, the mana swirling in the room dissipated in an instant.

“Long time no see?”

“Why are you here!”

“Well, that’s what I’m wondering. Why did you hit my subordinate?”

“Wh-What?”

Only then did he look at Aiteo.

“Th-That guy is your subordinate?”

“Yes. Everyone here is my subordinate. There was some business with the family, so I borrowed this place. Is there a problem?”

The face of the one who had laid a hand on Aiteo turned blue.

“Your subordinate not only ignored Delema but even challenged him, I see.”

The situation had instantly reversed.

“Ugh! My lord!”

Aiteo, who was clutching his slapped cheek and pretending to be in pain, was just a bonus.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Irahan’s attendant hurriedly lowered his head. A drop of cold sweat was already running down his forehead.

His actions could have created quite a stir.

‘That punk, acting tough.’

A situation that could escalate into a fight between families. Irahan also bit his lip tightly.

“Should I take this situation as a challenge to Delema?”

“I-Is there a need to escalate things like that! I didn’t know he was your subordinate. This was just a mistake!”

Irahan shouted urgently. His attendants were merely bowing at a 90-degree angle.

“I just found this place because it’s my favorite restaurant. Please understand the mistake my subordinate made with a generous heart!”

“Hmm. Is that so? A scion of the Kilave family has a favorite restaurant here in Raftel. How unexpected.”

“Ah, ah? Y-Yes! Th-That’s proof of how delicious this place is!”

His flustered demeanor was clearly conveyed.

‘This guy’s got something going on here, doesn’t he?’

[It smells fishy.]

It was only natural that I felt a sense of curiosity.

“Is Kilave doing something interesting here?”

“Wh-What are you talking about! No!”

He was the one who had targeted Illimita’s bracelet before. Moreover, it was his family that was behind Raka Bellier’s group, trying to obtain Ratatosk’s egg.

‘I should look into it later.’

There was no way he would tell me his purpose for being here if I asked him directly, so dealing with this situation was the priority.

“Well, okay. If you say so, then that’s how it is.”

“Ahem! Well, of course. How much do I love the food here.”

“Okay. Then I’ll give you a seat, so have your meal.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. Of course. But I’ll have to charge you a seat fee.”

“Seat fee? What do you mean…?”

Before Irahan could say anything more, my hand reached out. It was his attendant, who had been straightening his back with hopeful eyes.

As soon as he raised his head, my hand flew at him.

Slap!

His head snapped back quickly.

“What are you doing!”

Irahan shouted with fire in his eyes.

“That was the seat fee.”

No matter what he said, I reached out my hand once more.

Slap!

This time, the attendant’s head turned in the opposite direction.

“Keuh!”

With a short scream, the guy fainted.

“That was the price for laying a hand on my subordinate.”

“Wh-What are you doing!”

“Isn’t this cheap enough? You dared to lay a hand on my subordinate. Be grateful that I’m not holding your family accountable.”

Irahan was clenching his fists, but they were the ones who had made the first mistake, so he had nothing more to say.

“Order whatever food you want and eat it. I’ll pay for it. Let’s go, Aiteo.”

“Ah? Yes, yes! My lord!”

Aiteo, who had been standing blankly with his mouth open, followed me with wide eyes.

[Wasn’t that a bit too hard? You even mixed in a little bit of aura the second time.]

Oberon had seen the golden light that had briefly stained my hand.

‘They laid a hand on my man, so that’s a cheap price to pay. How dare they lay a hand on anyone.’

[Well, if it were like the old days, you would have already beheaded them.]

‘And you know very well. I hate guys like that the most.’

Those who try to intimidate the weak with the power of their family. They were the type I hated the most.

[Heh heh. He should consider himself lucky to have saved his life.]

The commotion was settled for the time being, and the remaining Whirlwind Council executives finally began their meal, keeping a close eye on Irahan.

* * *

“Are you okay?”

Drew and Admun, who had been eating, approached our table.

“About what?”

“That guy from earlier said he was from the Kilave family.”

“It doesn’t matter. They made the first mistake.”

Drew nodded. His gaze was already fixed on the food on the table.

“By the way, the food here is really good. I can see why Karles likes it so much.”

At those words, a pleased smile appeared on Karles’s face.

“Hehe! You’re a friend who knows what’s up. Here! Have some more!”

Karles handed a plate of meat to Drew. Their eyes met in a strange way, and they nodded to each other.

‘…Those two get along well.’

[Soulmates who transcend age and race.]

Of course, the food was indeed excellent, but a question suddenly arose again.

‘Why did that guy insist on this restaurant? There must be something.’

Even though Irahan had suffered humiliation at my hands, he stubbornly remained in the restaurant.

No matter how good the food was, it wasn’t an easily understandable scene. It was as if he was forcing himself to stay here, even at the cost of his pride.

[Is there something in the restaurant? Or in the food?]

‘I don’t know. I’ll have to get a few Whirlwind Council guys to find out.’

I couldn’t interrogate him right away. Having people tail him was the best option.

[That would be better. The Whirlwind Council guys here must be pretty good.]

‘Then, let’s slowly go.’

Most of the members had finished eating. Drew and Karles were the only ones still using their forks.

“Karles, should we go back now? Would you like to eat more?”

“Ahem. I’ve had enough too. Excuse me. It was really delicious.”

Karles quickly wiped his mouth.

“Na, Nad! All me eat!”

Drew also put the last piece in his mouth and mumbled.

“Then let’s all go.”

At the same time as I got up, as if they had been waiting, the Whirlwind Council executives all jumped up from their seats.

‘I wonder if Anghel is getting good treatment.’

It was when Karis packed some food and stepped out the door.

“Hey, Ian!”

A voice came from the restaurant.

“Is there something else to do?”

Irahan was standing where I turned my head. His shoulders were shaking as if he was a little resentful.

“No matter how I think about it, it’s too unfair.”

“What’s unfair? I rented this restaurant as a whole, and you guys were the ones who came here and caused trouble.”

“You knocked out my subordinate!”

“That’s because that guy touched my man first.”

“Iik!”

Irahan’s face turned red as he shouted.

“He’s still passed out and can’t come to his senses! You must have mixed magic into it! Using magic secretly in such a cowardly way, aren’t you ashamed to do that in the name of Delema!”

He didn’t know about the existence of aura, so he had no choice but to think that way.

“Hmm. So what do you want me to do?”

At those words, Irahan strode closer. He held mana in his palm and threw a punch.

“I challenge you to a duel.”

“What?”

“Without any other subordinates interfering, let’s settle it between the two of us.”

“Can you take responsibility for those words?”

“Of course. I’ll bet the honor of the Kilave family. You bet the honor of Delema as well.”

His words surprised even me.

‘A duel between families… It doesn’t seem like he doesn’t know what it means.’

[His pride must be hurt quite a bit.]

A duel with the honor of the family at stake. It had a meaning beyond a simple fight.

Regardless of the outcome, the loser had to accept the defeat. The loser had to pay the price of the duel.

“What is the price of the duel?”

“What each other wants. Anything.”

His confident proposal. There was no reason not to accept it.

“Good.”

That was what I wanted as well.