How To Live As A Third Son Of A Failure [EN]: Chapter 136

He killed his own father with his own hands.

Redran, having confessed the truth himself, wore a subtle smile.

“You killed him? With your own hands?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Side effects appeared. The side effects of the power you saw today.”

“Stop dragging your feet and reveal it clearly. What kind of power is it?”

At my question, Redran closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again, his eyes, like Rohen’s, were tinged with a red aura.

This confirmed that Redran also knew how to wield that power. Now, all that remained was to hear the inside story about that power.

“Do you know about the Bloodflare Herb?”

Of course, I knew. I had been running with that clue until now.

“I know it as a poisonous herb.”

“That’s right. A poisonous herb. When you ingest the Bloodflare Herb, your internal organs twist, and you bleed from every pore in your body before dying. That’s why it got that name.”

“You used that?”

“That’s right.”

“How?”

As if unraveling a fun story he had been saving, Redran smiled mischievously and raised his index finger.

“I borrowed the power of sorcery.”

Sorcery.

The word from Redran’s mouth brought the Druids to mind.

However, Redran had just said that he had been operating under the laws permitted by the kingdom.

Therefore, he couldn’t have been interacting with other races, which meant there was only one answer.

“Don’t tell me you met people from another continent and got help?”

“You’re right. You’re more perceptive than I thought.”

At Redran’s affirmation, I shut my mouth tightly.

Another continent.

According to the settings in the novel, if you cross the eastern ocean of Midland, where the current kingdom is located, another continent appears.

The culture and history there are very different from Midland. Like Europe and Central Asia, they show completely different aspects as there are no points of contact to interact with each other.

As such, the relationship between the two continents cannot be said to be good. From the perspective of those immersed in a particular religion, the people of Midland are heretics to be torn apart and killed, nothing more and nothing less.

“That’s ridiculous. No one has ever succeeded in interacting with them during the long history.”

“You’re right. It’s virtually impossible to cross the ocean and interact with those hostile people. But, what if someone came directly? Wouldn’t that be a different story?”

“Someone came directly?”

“Decades ago, there was a ship that drifted ashore on the eastern coast, half-wrecked. A human with peculiar attire was on board. It’s obvious who it was. A guy from the Eastern Continent.”

“…….”

“My father, Redcal Basarac, would have just killed the guy he caught and forgotten about it cleanly. But at the time, he saw the bizarre power the guy was using and came up with a clever idea.”

“……A way to train knights?”

“That’s right. That continent wouldn’t be without knights, would it? If he could find out how, and apply it to his knighthood, he thought revival would be no problem.”

“That makes sense.”

“He coaxed him. He did anything to ease his wariness, such as giving him gold and jewels and offering him women.”

“So.”

“Well, he got it. The method.”

Redran got up from his seat.

Then, he slowly began to unbutton and take off his top.

I didn’t know what he was trying to do for a moment, but soon, Redran, revealing his muscular upper body, turned to show his back.

“That is…….”

A tattoo was engraved on Redran’s back. It was the head of a red lion with its mouth wide open.

At first glance, it’s just a cool crest.

But that doesn’t mean Redran showed it off for simple bragging. He had clearly said earlier that he had obtained the help of sorcery.

‘Crest.’

The Red Baron, Redran Basarac.

A figure who rose rapidly to become the overlord of the East by neutralizing the Bloodflare Herb to create a panacea and gaining immense power.

The secret was being revealed.

‘He didn’t just gain power from a simple panacea.’

In the novel, Redran was described as gaining power by using the Bloodflare Herb to create a special panacea, but the hidden truth behind it was now revealed.

The sorcerer’s crest.

The power of a crest is special.

Especially for sorcerers. The reason I asked Rahenna for the Crest of Hashunar was for that reason. The sorcerer’s crest had the power to gain immense power just by itself.

“It’s not just a simple tattoo, is it?”

At my question, Redran, who turned to face me, smiled.

His eyes, flowing with a red aura, felt eerie at first glance.

“That’s right. The important thing is the power it contains.”

“…….”

“In the Eastern Continent, the Bloodflare Herb seems to be treated as a fairly precious medicinal herb. It makes sense. The efficacy of the Bloodflare Herb itself is close to perfect. Causing the blood to boil means that blood circulation is extremely accelerated, and if that happens, the circulation of mana will naturally speed up, so the efficacy is beyond question. The problem is how to control the toxicity of the Bloodflare Herb.”

“……You’re suppressing it with the power of the sorcery engraved on that crest?”

“That’s right.”

Redran nodded lightly and moved to the steel armor decorated on the wall.

Then, he reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the armor.

Crack-!

The steel was wretchedly crumpled.

No matter how much of a knight you are, it’s not easy to exert such power unless you reach a considerable level. Moreover, Redran’s skill is only a User, so it’s even more so.

“How is it? If you can control it moderately, you can exert this much power.”

“…….”

Simply put, you can raise your true skill by one or two stages.

If you look at it that way, it’s a cheat-like power. Your skills can improve dramatically without much effort.

‘But.’

There is no power in the world without a price.

There will probably be serious side effects or disadvantages. The evidence for that is the death of Redcal Basarac.

Besides, Rohen’s half-crazy appearance was also bothering me.

“It’s not all good, is it?”

When I asked about the suspicious points, Redran nodded.

“Yes. It’s not a perfect power. You saw Rohen, didn’t you? He was half-crazy and rampaging. That’s a side effect. It gives you powerful power, but it’s hard to control. If you make a mistake, it can become irreversible.”

“Is that the case with Redcal Basarac?”

“He couldn’t control this power and went completely mad and became a madman. He didn’t recognize the people around him and rampaged. So I ordered the Red Knights to suppress him, and you know what happened after that.”

He killed his own father with his own hands.

Redran, who had returned to his seat, buried himself in the sofa and picked up a wine glass.

Silence flowed for a while.

Redran was organizing the thoughts that came to his mind, and so was I.

‘Just listening to the story, it doesn’t seem like Redran is related to those unidentified cult guys.’

There is no connection. But they share similar powers. And I got a clue as to where that power came from.

The Eastern Continent…….

My head throbbed. That area was not even featured in the novel. The information about it was just a few lines of explanation.

‘Why is the scale getting bigger and bigger?’

But it’s not bad.

The fact that there is someone to ask about that power means that I can get more information in the future.

Nodding, I asked Redran.

“So where is the person who engraved that tattoo now?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“How would I know if he went to heaven or hell? He’s probably in one of the two.”

What are you talking about?

“……Did you kill him?”

“Kill him? He’s like a benefactor to me, why would I?”

“Then?”

“He died of a disease. He caught a terrible endemic disease. I tried several methods, but it was useless. But why are you looking for him?”

“Just. I was curious.”

“Is that so? Well, it’s a shame for me too. If I had a little more time, I could have trained a lot more knights.”

“Didn’t you learn how to engrave the crest from that sorcerer?”

“I tried, but we couldn’t learn it in the first place. It seems like you have to have the right qualifications.”

“Qualifications?”

“He just kept talking about complicated things like souls and said he could never tell me. What could I do? He said he couldn’t tell me. So I just got the procedure.”

So he’s dead anyway.

It’s an unfortunate situation, but it’s not bad. Anyway, I know how those guys got their power, so now I just need to find a way to respond.

“So.”

After organizing my thoughts for a moment, I started talking and looked at Redran.

“You have that power, and you’re training knights with that power, so why bother revealing it now? Even if it’s going to be revealed anyway, it would be better to hide it as much as possible in many ways.”

“Ah, that’s right. To be honest, I was going to hide it. It’s better not to be misunderstood if it’s known. But.”

“But?”

“I told you, I saw your true colors.”

“Are you going to spout nonsense about ambition again?”

“Nonsense? My heart hurts.”

Redran put his hand on his chest and pretended to be sick.

“Stop talking nonsense and get to the point.”

“You’re no fun. Well, I understand.”

Redran nodded and pointed to the map of Midland hanging on the wall.

“Lindayer in the North, Bashrun in the West, Rodkius in the South. Each region has a family that’s a force to be reckoned with. But the East is the only one without a local boss. It’s not that big of a land, but it’s pathetic how a dozen nobles are dividing the land.”

Redran smiled and shrugged.

“Anyway, the other regions are firmly united and gathering strength, but the East is too busy fighting among themselves, so I can’t just stand by and watch, can I? Surely someone has to step up and unite them, right?”

“Why are you beating around the bush? You just want to take over the East, don’t you?”

“Simply put, that’s it. But that makes me look too greedy, doesn’t it? I’m just doing it for the future of the East…….”

I cut off Redran’s words with a trivial excuse.

“Words you don’t mean. It’s just because of those who won’t let the East gather its strength.”

“……You’re perceptive as always.”

“Probably the most realistic disruptor is the Lindayer family. In fact, the North and East are the closest, except for Capital in the center.”

“That’s right. Then you know what I’m going to say next, right?”

“Don’t interfere, is that it?”

“That’s exactly it. Don’t interfere. The Easterners are going to have a family feud, so there’s no need for outsiders to get involved, right?”

“But the Lindayer family won’t listen to words, so you’re going to use me?”

“Use? It’s a smooth agreement. You seem to be misunderstanding something.”

Redran, who had been silent for a moment, leaned forward and looked straight at me.

“Actually, if you didn’t exist, I would have just proceeded with the work. I don’t care if the Lindayer family picks a fight or the royal family interferes. If they set foot in my territory, I’ll just smash them all.”

I let out a hollow laugh at Redran’s words that he would be at odds with the royal family and the Lindayer family if necessary.

“You’ll think I’m arrogant. But not at all. At least in the East, Basarac is invincible. Then why did I set up this meeting instead of just fighting? I sincerely liked you. So I didn’t want to face you on the battlefield. I didn’t want to make you an enemy.”

Redran picked up the wine bottle and began to fill the glass.

“That’s why I told you to stay in my territory. To let you know why the Lindayer family shouldn’t fight Basarac.”

Clink!

After handing me the full wine, Redran smiled coldly.

“It’s fifteen days. See the reason clearly within that allowed time and go back. This is my consideration for you and your family. Do you understand, Cain Lindayer?”