My Lord Who Is Being Prudent! [EN]: Chapter 65

§ 65 – Durak Elandur (2)

The deal with Isabel went smoothly,

but unfortunately, the bite [the desired outcome or agreement] didn’t come right away.

It’s about persuading Durak.

To persuade him, a considerable price would be required.

I couldn’t know what price to pay.

But for Cyan, it was unimaginable.

Isabel would need her own preparations.

Therefore, Cyan had to stay at the Elandur mansion for a while.

And during that time, Cyan looked at not only the White Wolf Knights but also the overall facilities of the Elandur Marquisate.

He had received 1.5 million gold.

It seemed like a good idea to apply everything that could be applied to Ruben with cash… no, apply it.

In short, he was sucking up everything he could.

But that was only for a day or two.

After three days, there was nothing to suck up.

Even though it was the Elandur Marquisate,

it couldn’t keep up with Cyan’s cash-based improvements.

To be precise, the blueprint drawn by Semir, the descendant of the divine craftsman Morcru.

The mobile lord perfectly reproduced and surpassed it.

Even the imperial capital, Darkhan, couldn’t keep up.

“Ah… there’s really nothing to do.”

So, from the third day, Cyan began to feel bored.

He didn’t know anyone in the mansion.

Of course, he knew many people.

But he only knew their faces.

In the past, he would spend time joking around with Hans.

But now Hans was in Ruben.

“If I had known this would happen, I should have brought him with me.”

He began to regret that choice a little.

Anyway, there was no one to relieve Cyan’s boredom.

To be exact, there was one being…

*Ting!*

《When you’re bored, try spending some cash!》

The mobile lord was busy being sarcastic.

Somehow, it had improved that much since the last update.

“Hmm… should I really spend some cash?”

Cyan took out his smartphone and connected to Mobile Lord.

He had also referred to the facilities of the White Wolf Knights.

If he spent cash in advance now, it would be completed by the time he arrived in Ruben.

As he was looking around for things to spend cash on, he suddenly realized that he hadn’t cashed the bills.

He had 1.5 million gold, but he couldn’t use it.

“Damn it.”

Cyan put his smartphone back.

Then boredom came again.

“Aaaargh!”

Cyan screamed, messing up his hair.

He wished Amelia would knock on the door and shout, ‘Lord! I’ve made money!’

He wished Leia would suddenly surprise him by breaking through the wall.

He wished Ellie would nag him to stop getting hurt.

Hans, Lucas, Grayson, Jerry, Semir.

Even Aria’s disgusting face…

“That’s not it.”

Cyan could see his mental state going crazy.

“I can’t do this.”

Cyan jumped up from his seat.

Soon, he opened the door with a click.

Some of the maids in front of the door looked startled.

And then the words that followed.

“If you’re bored, how about going out for a while…”

It seemed they had heard Cyan shouting in the room.

It would have been strange if they hadn’t.

Cyan shook his head and said.

“I’m going out. I’m going to the White Wolf Knights training ground. Keep that in mind.”

“To the training ground?”

Cyan nodded.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t go again because you got caught up in annoying things last time? What are you going for this time…”

A maid asked from behind.

Well, there was no particular reason.

He was just wasting time blankly.

“I’m going to train.”

Cyan strode towards the training ground.

#

The Scoundrel Has Changed!

Stories about Cyan were constantly being told at the Elandur mansion.

As soon as he returned to the family, Cyan scolded the chief manager, Lerrit, for the servants.

This was shocking to the servants.

Cyan was the youngest of the Elandur Marquis family.

Although he was a bastard, he was a noble with a different bloodline.

On the other hand, most of the servants were commoners.

In the words of the nobles, they were ‘despicable’.

But Cyan scolded Lerrit for such despicable people.

He scolded Lerrit, who could be said to be Isabel’s closest aide.

“Last time, you know. Cyan gave us snacks because we were having a hard time, right? I ate the mansion’s food for the first time while working here.”

“Once, I was so tired that I dozed off. But Cyan covered me with a blanket, telling me to rest. Of course, I said I was okay and got up right away… Ah, I was really touched.”

“Wow… I want to be in charge of Cyan.”

The servants mentioned Cyan’s name almost every day.

And the private meeting with the head of the family, Durak.

This really turned the whole mansion upside down.

They knew what Durak’s private meeting meant.

The people of this Elandur mansion knew.

With these two things alone, Cyan’s name was constantly heard in the mansion.

Even now.

*Swish!*

Cyan was practicing swordsmanship at the White Wolf Knights training ground.

This was something that could never be seen in the old Cyan.

He was the worst talent and at the same time.

Cyan didn’t have that much perseverance.

That’s why the Elandur knights looked at Cyan with unfavorable eyes, even if he was a bastard.

Swordsmanship family, Elandur.

If he had inherited the blood of such an Elandur,

even if he had no talent, he had to show a 모습 [a figure or appearance] that matched it.

But the past Cyan couldn’t do that.

So now.

“It’s probably just a temporary flash.”

“He had days like this sometimes.”

The knights didn’t pay much attention to Cyan’s training.

But as Cyan came to the training ground every day for a day, two days, three days, four days, the knights’ thoughts began to change little by little.

Of course, four days was not a long time.

It wasn’t even time to see a person’s perseverance.

Nevertheless, the knights couldn’t think that way.

The sword that Cyan showed while training.

That was not a normal level of skill.

And they were knights who knew Cyan’s miserable talent.

Even so, Cyan wields a sword of that level?

They couldn’t even imagine how much effort Cyan had put in to reach that level.

“I heard he won the sparring match with Lord Nateson… but I didn’t believe it.”

“Wasn’t he chosen by the Zodiac Sword for a reason?”

“How old is Lord Cyan?”

“I can’t compare him to Lord Kai…”

The knights began to look at Cyan with different eyes one by one.

Meanwhile.

“Haa…! Haa…!”

Cyan took a rough breath, unaware of the rumors.

Sweat was flowing down his whole body.

Cyan took out his smartphone from his pocket.

And.

[Demon Soul Asura Sword Beginner Progress Rate 44.1% (+0.09%)]

“It’s not going up at all.”

Cyan sighed deeply.

He had been training for almost four days, but it was only 0.09%.

Does that make sense?

When he was in Ruben, he could receive the growth buff of Elite Soldier Training Camp Lv.2 along with .

But now, he can only receive the growth buff from watching ads.

In short, that was Cyan’s talent.

“Oh well, who can I blame?”

It was Cyan’s fault for not having talent.

Cyan shook his head.

And again.

There was no reason to return to the family at all.

Cyan grabbed his sword again.

It was going up slowly, but he had to raise the progress rate anyway.

If he stayed in his room blankly, he would only go crazy.

Cyan continued to train every day without fail.

It had been a week since he stayed at the mansion and trained.

“Who are you?”

A voice calling Cyan was heard.

Of course, Cyan’s name was not heard.

But Cyan knew that it was calling him.

Because that was also a familiar voice.

Cyan stopped swinging his sword.

And when he slowly turned his head, as expected.

A woman with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail was looking at Cyan.

It was Roswell Elandur.

The second of the Elandur family.

And Cyan’s sister, even if only nominally.

As Cyan put away his sword, Roswell approached and said.

“I’m asking who you are.”

“I’m Cyan. I’m your sister’s brother, even if only nominally.”

“I know that. That’s not what I’m asking now.”

“Then what are you asking?”

Roswell looked at Cyan for a moment.

To be exact, she stared at the sword Cyan had put away.

“The Cyan Elandur I know is not like this. That guy had no talent at all. He was just a 병신 [byeongsin – a Korean slang term roughly translating to ‘idiot’ or ‘moron’]. He’s definitely not a guy who can wield swordsmanship of that level like you.”

“Is that a compliment or an insult?”

Roswell continued as if she didn’t care about Cyan’s question.

“That’s not all. It’s the same at the National Foundation Day event last time. That loser can never do such a bold thing.”

It seemed like she was talking about saving Jerry.

To be exact, the incident where Cyan pointed his sword at Isabel.

Finally, Roswell asked Cyan as if she was sure.

“You’re someone else.”

“I don’t think I’ve been away long enough for my face to change that much.”

“You can have the same shell. So, is another soul possessed? Reincarnated? Something like that?”

Cyan wondered what Roswell was really talking about.

“Could it be that Charlotte the Great’s soul was possessed when he was chosen by the Zodiac Sword?”

But Roswell was still sending suspicious eyes.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Cyan shook his head and turned his back.

But.

“Tell me for sure. You’re someone else.”

Roswell blocked Cyan’s path and continued to talk nonsense.

And Cyan sighed deeply at Roswell’s appearance.

He seemed to know why she was doing that.

This was a method Roswell often used when she was young.

To harass Cyan.

Or when she wanted to ask for a favor.

She would bring up such ridiculous stories or nag Cyan by finding fault with trivial things.

‘I thought she was talking nonsense for some reason.’

Cyan shook his head again and said.

“What do you want?”

“Do it with me too.”

As expected, Roswell said as if she had been waiting.

“I won’t.”

“I haven’t even said what to do?”

“Aren’t you talking about sparring? What else would we do?”

Cyan tilted his head.

“No! That’s right!”

Then Roswell shouted, startled.

She was quite flustered, and I wondered why she was suddenly like that.

“Anyway, I won’t.”

“Why!”

“Because it’s annoying.”

“Are you running away now?”

“Yes.”

“…”

Roswell was speechless.

“I won’t use one hand either.”

“Then how much will you give me if I win?”

“How much? Money? There’s no such thing. Does it make sense for money to go back and forth in a knight’s sparring? And my mother also told me not to bet money on sparring anymore.”

Isabel said that too?

“Then I won’t.”

Cyan turned around without hesitation.

Roswell was a knight of the upper Expert level.

She was one level higher than Nateson, who was a middle Expert.

He couldn’t guarantee victory even if he didn’t use one hand.

What’s more, no money is bet?

There was no reason for Cyan to do it.

But it seemed that Roswell was not.

“Can you still call yourself a knight of Elandur if you do that?”

Anyway, it’s like Nateson’s siblings.

She was saying the exact same thing.

“So I’m not going to do Elandur from now on. I don’t know if that’s possible.”

Cyan didn’t stop walking.

But Roswell blocked Cyan’s path again.

“No. You can’t go until you spar.”

“Haa…”

Cyan sighed again.

Because he knew that Roswell would stick to him tenaciously unlike Nateson.

She had been nagging Cyan like this since before.

And if he had no choice but to accept, he would beat Cyan up under the pretext of sparring.

‘That’s why she can’t get married even at her age.’

Well, as you can see from Isabel.

Roswell’s appearance was not inferior anywhere.

No, it was not just not inferior, but a beauty that was hard to find.

Not only Roswell, but also Nateson and Kai.

The family was also great.

The faces were also half and half [attractive].

They should have gotten married a long time ago.

Nevertheless, the reason why she couldn’t get married was because of her damn personality, but Roswell finally decided to walk the path of a knight.

Well, she had that much talent.

Now and then.

Nothing had really changed.

“Okay. Then I’ll do it just once.”

“You should have come out like that from the beginning.”

Roswell smiled satisfactorily.

Then Roswell turned around as if to get her weapon.

At that moment.

*Swish!*

Cyan’s sword flew towards Roswell’s back.

A blow that perfectly pierced the gap of carelessness.

Roswell was greatly embarrassed, but she showed a reaction worthy of the upper Expert level.

But Cyan’s attacks continued fiercely.

She had no weapon.

And the onrushing blow was not easy.

In particular, a perfect blow that aimed at the gap of carelessness, without proper preparation.

*Bang!*

In the end, Roswell couldn’t react to the continuous kicks.

Roswell’s body flew into the air.

Roswell hurriedly regained her balance and got up.

“What is this…!”

But at that moment.

*Drip.*

Roswell closed her mouth for a moment at the sensation of the sword touching her neck.

The gaze she looked at.

There, Cyan was standing with his sword pointed at her.

Finally, Cyan put away his sword and said.

“Okay? I won.”

“What?”

Roswell frowned and shouted.

“You…! You…! What do you mean you won after attacking suddenly!”

“Wasn’t it a sparring that started right away?”

“How can such a cowardly sparring be a sparring! You should be ashamed as a knight of Elandur!”

“As I said, I’m not a knight of Elandur?”

Cyan tilted his head as if asking what was wrong.

“And our Ruben knights don’t have that. If you do a sparring where you fight one, two, three, waa!, you’ll be eaten by the monsters.”

“What is that…”

Roswell lost her words for a moment at Cyan’s fierce words.

It seemed like there was something to refute.

I couldn’t think of what to say.

“And no matter how suddenly I attacked, aren’t you an upper Expert and were hit?”

“Huh?”

Come to think of it, it was.

No matter how much she was attacked by surprise, the gap between Cyan and Roswell was vast.

She shouldn’t have been defeated so easily.

Roswell shouldn’t have even felt any signs until Cyan’s attack was made.

“H, how did you do that just now?”

“Well, it’s a technique that Kerner taught me. It works surprisingly well.”

“Kerner?”

“He’s a slave in our territory. He’s good at assassination.”

It would be hard to notice unless you were a master.

It seemed that he didn’t win a special assassin by gambling.

“Anyway. This is the end of the sparring.”

“What? You now…!”

Right then.

“Lord Cyan. The head of the family is looking for you.”

The voice of the chief manager, Lerrit, calling Cyan was heard from one side.

To be exact, Durak was looking for Cyan.

“…!!”

Roswell’s eyes widened for a moment.

Why is the head of the family looking for Cyan again?

Once was surprising, but twice?

How long has it been?

Roswell looked at Cyan with wide eyes.

And Cyan smiled inwardly.

There was only one reason why Durak suddenly called Cyan.

“Then I’ll go.”

Cyan left the place, leaving Roswell, who was dazed.

#

Knock knock.

-Come in.

As soon as the knock ended, a voice was heard from inside.

Cyan slowly opened the door.

With a click, the scenery of Durak’s office was reflected through the crack in the door.

And Durak Elandur standing in the center of the office.

“I greet the head of the family.”

Cyan bowed to Durak.

Durak didn’t say anything.

He was just looking at Cyan.

Silence fell.

How much time had passed?

Durak opened his mouth.