Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 118

They gasped for air, “I… this… act is crazy… I’m sad,” one knight managed to say between breaths.

“My words exactly… Thank you…” Another replied. They fell to the ground as soon as they reached the Knights’ training grounds in town.

Most knights were too tired to get up right away. Squires, who were waiting for the horses that were still breathing heavily and moving around, came and led the horses away.

However, some of them forced themselves to get up even in that state, slowly stretching their bodies, and one fellow was even looking for his wooden sword again.

“Those… those tough ones.”

“Tough? They’re mad. They’ll hurt themselves doing that.”

“Maybe they haven’t reached their limit yet.”

“Ugh, monsters.”

The minimum age for a regular knight was usually over thirty.

This was a natural consequence of the timing of most knights’ awakening, not just in the McLaine Knights, but among knights in general.

So, the fact that three of them were still only teenagers made them stand out all the more.

Most of the McLaine knights who had been through the war with them accepted and acknowledged the three as future aces, but the impressions of others seeing them for the first time were quite different.

“Aren’t they just kids? They don’t even look fully grown.”

“Are they geniuses?”

“And one of them is a woman… Wow, she’s beautiful.”

Dylan, who had unknowingly blurted out nonsense at the end, was glared at and shrunk back, but all three shared the same impression up to this point.

‘Amazing.’

Ronian, Viktor, Aileen. They had been at the forefront of training and seemed to be in the best condition.

But their youthful appearance and gender created prejudice.

And in that situation, Heinckel uttered a word.

“The test is simple. Choose one of the knights and prove your skills. It doesn’t matter if you win or lose. If your skill is proven, you pass. Well, those three are the most outstanding among our knights.”

As soon as they heard that, the eyes of the three were bound to turn to the ‘young knight’ trio who were stretching.

‘No matter how much of a genius they are, at that age.’

Moreover, it was right after a training session that was tiring just to watch.

‘They must be exhausted.’

Because of what they thought was normal and how young they looked, they didn’t see how strong they really were.

The three simultaneously chose the trio, and Heinckel nodded as if he had expected it.

“Newbie sparring match. The designated opponents are Ronian, Viktor, and Aileen. All three of them.”

Again?

Ronian’s expression twisted slightly the moment he heard Heinckel’s voice.

The number of new knights had been increasing recently.

And the sparring match after training, which was carried out as a test of the commander’s bad taste.

Maybe it was planned, or maybe Heinckel suggested it, but most new knights chose to spar with Viktor or Aileen…

And the rest chose him.

Always.

‘Well, they know I’m from the McLaine family, so they do it less.’

If not, he might have been the first to be nominated more often.

Frankly, it was a little unpleasant.

It meant he was still being underestimated.

‘I’m growing little by little, but…….’

He was still not as tall as his father, who was nearly 2m tall, or even his brother, who was around 180cm.

If only he were a little taller…….

“No, no. It’s just that I look easy to beat. I’m still weak.”

The knights who were sprawled nearby flinched at the muttering to boost his fighting spirit.

“W-we’re not!”

“Little Young Master. We would never……!”

“What nonsense…….”

Currently, the number one knight to avoid sparring with in the McLaine Knights was not the ‘Gray Devil’ Viktor, nor the ‘Berserker’ Aileen, but this Young Master Lee, who looked gentle at first glance.

Ronian muttered, “If I look weak, I’ll be trouble for my brother…”

One knight whispered, “There it is again.”

Another groaned, “That’s the line. Ugh…”

A third shivered, “Ughhh. It’s scary when he says that.”

‘Our Brother’ Ronian.

Every time the little Young Master said those words, someone was carried out and didn’t return for a considerable period of time.

A funny but not funny nickname that was created because of that.

Ronian ignored the knights’ horrified expressions and walked towards the faces he was seeing for the first time.

“I don’t have any regrets, but in order to prove my skills…….”

Ronian just looked at Dylan with a blank face and said, “Okay, that’s enough talking. Let’s fight.”

Nod.

Ronian, with a blank face, nodded his wooden sword, and Dylan’s face contorted.

He was going to go easy on him, considering his exhausted body, and score some points because he was the Young Master of the territory.

But if he ignored him this much, things were different.

‘I have my pride too.’

Dylan clenched his lips and grabbed his wooden sword.

‘I’ll teach you how wide the world is, you noble young master.’

Dylan took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Ronian. He remembered his nickname, ‘Quick Sword,’ and prepared to use his speed.

And without any shout, he quickly closed the distance.

His specialty, Lightning Step, earned him the nickname Quick Sword from his old colleagues.

He had even defeated a mid-level knight with a surprise attack that took advantage of this specialty.

Let alone a young boy in this exhausted state…….

Wham!

The intense impact sound he had expected made him smile.

But.

Twitch.

‘Why does it hurt…….’

Only after realizing that the face he was trying to smile at was convulsing did the intense pain strike.

Only then did he realize that his wooden sword had failed to hit the opponent’s head and had narrowly missed.

And by then, his vision was already blurred.

‘Ah, no. Just a little more…….’

Plop!

“Little Young Master. How was it?”

“His footwork was good.”

“Hmm.”

At those words, Heinckel smiled and nodded.

It was a much better answer than simply saying, ‘He’s trash,’ or ‘Throw him away.’

‘This guy passes.’

The evaluation given by this colleague-like person would be more touching to the knights who were watching in a sprawled state than the evaluation given by himself, who was obviously a much better player.

And that would be more helpful for the newly arrived knights to get along with the existing knights.

That was why he had insisted on this sparring match recently.

“Next!”

Heinckel gestured, watching Tenan and Jacob, whose expressions had hardened at their colleague’s futile defeat.

By now, they would be keenly aware that the choice they had made, swept away by subtle encouragement and atmosphere, was wrong.

‘It’s too late, though.’

Tenan dropped his sword and tumbled to the floor after just one exchange with Viktor.

Jacob smiled at Aileen, got hit dozens of times, and was carried out with his whole body limp.

‘This guy’s mental state is hopeless, so he fails.’

Today, McLaine’s young blood was growing, and the number of knights in the Order was also increasing.

‘McLaine is growing at this very moment, Great Young Master.’

Everything was satisfactory now.

He couldn’t help but think of the protagonist who had brought about all these changes.

He was a little worried about his longer-than-expected absence.

But fortunately, at the moment he was thinking that.

The person in question was already in town.

“Nothing happened?”

“Is that surprising?”

“No, it’s just strangely quiet.”

“Do you seem to want something to happen?”

“No. It’s just been strangely quiet. It’s better if nothing happened, right?”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“Never mind. Get to work!”

“Young Master?! Young…….”

Bang!

Logan shook his head, shaking off the overzealous Rick.

‘It feels like it’s been too long since there was a reaction.’

He was just uneasy because the incident that should have happened hadn’t happened.

Actually, it was good that nothing had happened.

Logan wondered if he was worrying too much, washed himself roughly, and left the room again.

He was going to rest for now since he had returned, but even if he wanted to rest, he was too curious, so he moved again right away.

Logan lightly picked up the large bundle bag he had been carrying for ten days and walked towards the center of town, the Magic Tower.

Chatter.

“What is all this?”

“Ah, these are research materials and books from a certain wizard’s laboratory. I brought them in case you might be interested.”

He said that, but his expression clearly showed that he was more interested himself.

“……Are you asking me to check what the contents are?”

“Well, if it’s a promising material, you can research it yourself. I’ll reward you as much as you want if you produce good results.”

“It’s not confidential material from another Magic Tower, is it?”

“Absolutely! Not. It belongs to a wizard who died after picking a fight with me.”

Of course, I went to find him first, though.

Logan smiled, hiding his true feelings, and Clayton, who saw his employer smiling as he talked about killing someone and stealing their belongings, also smiled helplessly.

“Yes. Well, then there’s no problem.”

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

“Yes. Leave it to me.”

Clayton smiled and turned around, but the presence he felt behind him remained unchanged.

When he glanced back, he saw his employer staring at him intently.

“……Aren’t you leaving? Is there anything else you need?”

“Ah…… Is there any way to know right away? That material?”

The moment he heard that nonchalant tone, Clayton couldn’t help but burst out.

“I’m too busy developing that bomb that you. Or. Der. Ed. Me. To. Do. If I research this together, it’ll be much later, are you okay with that?”

The stress accumulated from that damn bomb came out in a twisted tone.

He thought he would naturally back down if he said this.

The answer was different from what he expected.

“Well. That’s okay. First, please find out if there’s anything useful in this research log.”

Clayton was convinced by those words.

‘He disappeared to get this.’

It didn’t seem true that someone had picked a fight with him, killed him, and stolen it.

‘Well, he’d be crazy if he killed everyone who picked a fight with him.’

Clayton sighed and nodded, engraving in his heart the fact that his employer enjoyed gruesome jokes.

“I’ll look at this research material as quickly as possible. Will that be okay?”

“Please.”

Only then did Logan turn around, and Clayton shook his head, picked up the data, and sat down at his desk.

But just three days later.

“Jackpot! It’s a jackpot! Mr. Logan!”

An excited Clayton knocked on Logan’s door first.

“……What’s wrong?”

“The material you brought! It could revolutionize the magical world!”

Logan’s face lit up at Clayton’s cry.

However, Clayton’s expression was not entirely good.

“But there’s one problem.”

“Yes? A problem?”

“This is a really, really important matter, so you have to be honest with me, Mr. Logan.”

Logan swallowed hard without realizing it at the extremely nervous expression.

“Tell me.”

“Are you really sure you didn’t get this from another Magic Tower?”

I was wondering what it was.

A dumbfounded Logan smiled and shook his head.

“Ab. So. Lutely. Not.”

“Hmph…….”

Logan couldn’t help but ask again when Clayton’s expression didn’t change even after he had given such a definite answer.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Actually, this is not only about the content, but it’s not a scale that you can experiment with alone. Even a genius has limitations on their own…… Haa…….”

“What is it about that makes you say that? I swear on my honor that it’s definitely not from another Magic Tower.”

Clayton hesitated for a long time even though Logan had asserted that.

Then he spoke again in a very cautious tone.

“It’s a way to permanently imbue magic power into ordinary metals. There are still many loopholes, but the basic framework is in place. If this is completed…….”

‘That’s it!’

The theory created by the Massacre Magician came into his hands intact.

Moreover.

“Also, even with this incomplete theory, it seems that we can make considerable progress in creating the bomb that Young Master mentioned.”

Watching Clayton’s nervous eyes, Logan cheered silently.