Regressor Of The Fallen Family [EN]: Chapter 79

In the capital, I met Aileen, someone I never expected. She was very talented.

I also learned something about swordsmanship from my duel with the Sword Master.

Things seemed to be going well, but I knew there were still big problems ahead.

‘The King…….’

The news from Philip about what was happening in the capital didn’t show any big changes.

There were no signs of a civil war, and no bad news about the royal family or the King.

I thought coming to the capital would give me information about the King. But, surprisingly, I learned nothing useful about that.

The information about the royal family’s secrets, which I learned from Knox for a million gold, was just about the power of the 1st and 2nd princes.

Some people pretended to be enemies, but they might have been secretly working together.

‘That’s information everyone will know when the civil war starts.’

I felt sick, like I had just thrown away a lot of money.

But I was sure of one thing.

‘No nobles are getting ready for a civil war yet.’

The King’s death.

It was a sudden death, just like in my past life.

None of the kingdom’s nobles expected it.

Knowing that for sure made coming to the capital worth it.

‘Yes. That’s enough.’

It would have been perfect if the Sword Master trusted me and I had met the 3rd Prince.

But if I tried too hard to meet them, they might get suspicious.

After all, I planned to make the 3rd Prince the King one day. So, meeting him now wasn’t essential. I could meet him after the civil war started.

So, I didn’t need to worry about it anymore.

Besides, the Sword Master’s child would be born soon, so I had to start thinking about a name.

It would be good to go back with Aileen after the naming ceremony.

As I was thinking about all of this, Logan was surprised by what his master said.

“Where are you going?”

“The Royal Palace.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Hurry and get ready. Follow me.”

Logan was shocked by the Sword Master’s sudden words.

“What are you talking about? You didn’t tell me anything about this!”

“I just heard about it too,” he said. “But what can I do? His Majesty has summoned us.”

“Pardon?”

“It seems he heard the rumor that I took on a student.”

The Sword Master smiled gently, noticing his student’s confused face.

The Sword Master was a noble, and he believed he should always respect and serve the King.

The Sword Master was tired of nobles who thought they were better than the King. So, he was happy that Logan respected the King.

But Logan had a different idea.

‘Why? Why now?’

He never thought he would meet the King because he was just the heir of a small barony.

He had questions, but he didn’t have time to think about them.

A new chance, something he never imagined, had suddenly appeared.

So…

“I will definitely go!”

He had to take this chance.

“Loyalty! Duke Esperanza, your identity has been confirmed. Please follow me.”

The huge, white main gate opened, showing the beautiful inside of the palace.

Along the sides of the gate was a beautiful barrier. It looked like both a fence and a work of art. But the inside of the palace was even more amazing.

As soon as the gate opened, he saw a large and beautiful garden. The kingdom’s best gardener took care of it.

But the garden was just there to make the golden palace in the distance look even more impressive.

The Grandia Palace was so beautiful that even the conqueror would say, ‘It is too beautiful to destroy. Keep it as it is.’

The palace was a symbol of the kingdom. But after a big war, it was used as the Governor-General’s Office for many years. This made seeing its beauty also feel sad, like remembering a painful time.

Seeing the Royal Palace for the first time in this life reminded him of his past life, which he thought he had forgotten.

‘I will stop it, no matter what.’

His heart felt heavy, and he made a fist, renewing his determination.

“Are you worried?”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t worry. His Majesty likes talented people. This meeting will help you, not hurt you.”

“Yes.”

Of course, it would help. But not in the way the Sword Master thought.

Logan kept looking at his master’s back as he walked ahead, looking serious.

“I greet the master of this country.”

He followed his master and knelt on one knee. Then, he heard an old voice from above.

“Oh, my friend. I keep telling you, you don’t have to be so formal.”

“If people in high positions don’t follow the rules, who will? We must follow the rules.”

The Sword Master, Felix Esperanza, bowed his head as usual.

The King chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound.

“You haven’t changed. It’s good to see. Now, my old friend, look up. And you too, young man. I want to see your faces.”

He looked up and saw an old man with white hair and a white beard.

The King looked healthy. He had a fancy gold crown, a beautiful silk uniform, and rings on every finger.

This old man was Samuel von Grandia, the King of the Grandia Kingdom. Later, people would think of him as a bad king.

‘He looks healthy…’

In the past, Samuel von Grandia was healthy too.

That’s why no one expected him to die suddenly.

If he had looked sick, they would have decided who would be king next. But because he was young and strong, no one worried about it.

That’s why, after he died suddenly, the kingdom was divided and a civil war started.

‘Will it be the same this time?’

Logan was relieved to see the King looking healthy.

It meant that things were still happening as he knew they would.

He took a deep breath and organized his thoughts.

The King looked at Logan with a strange look.

“Haha. You have the spirit that Felix likes in a student. You’re the first young man to stare at me so much when we first meet.”

“I apologize, Your Majesty.”

“Oh, no, no. Your master is too formal. Don’t learn that from him. I like young men with spirit.”

“He is talented and spirited. He is brave and smart enough to win battles, even when things are tough. I believe he will help lead the kingdom.”

“Hoo. Is that so? You are worthy of being his student. But how did you two meet?”

“Well, I have an old story, Your Majesty. When you were the Crown Prince…”

Then, the Sword Master and the King started talking about the past.

Logan had to try hard to stay awake for a long time, feeling like he was just part of the scenery.

“Ahahaha. What a story! I never would have guessed. Logan, is it? Thank you, truly, thank you.”

Logan waited, a little nervous. The King looked at him. “Yes?” the King asked kindly.

“The truth is, I wanted to meet you because I was curious about what caught my old friend’s attention. I thought you were just a talented martial artist. But…,”

The King paused, looking at Geom-gong with eyes full of complex emotions.

Logan listened, but he didn’t quite understand why the King was thanking him.

He wished he had paid more attention to the conversation between the King and his master and hesitated to speak without knowing more.

“This friend’s wound was the reason I felt indebted to him. A wound I was too ashamed to even talk about,” the King said.

“Ah…,” Geom-gong responded.

“Healing that wound not only resolved my friend’s pain but also relieved my own burden. So, I am deeply grateful. Thank you, truly thank you,” the King continued.

“Your Majesty, your words are too kind,” Geom-gong replied.

“Not at all. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here either! What are you saying!” the King exclaimed.

They spoke with great respect for each other, like a king and his loyal servant should.

“As a king, I must express my gratitude. I should give you a proper gift,” the King declared.

“Your Majesty, there’s really no need to go to so much trouble,” Geom-gong said quickly.

“No, no. You are the benefactor of someone I can call my only true friend, so I must repay you,” the King insisted.

Logan listened, trying to follow the conversation between the King and his master, but one word stood out: “Gift?”

A gift from the King? Logan’s heart beat faster. This was an opportunity he couldn’t miss.

Without thinking, he stepped forward.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Logan said, bowing slightly.

“Logan!” Geom-gong’s voice was sharp.

“Haha! Just as I expected! A true disciple of Geom-gong, full of spirit! Come closer,” the King said with a chuckle.

“Your Majesty, there really is no need to go this far. I will repay him personally,” Geom-gong protested.

“Nonsense! It’s quite alright. Do you know how sorry I’ve felt towards you all this time? I must repay him. Come here, Logan,” the King insisted.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Logan replied.

Logan, feeling his master’s sharp gaze on the back of his head, hurried forward to the King.

The King smiled warmly. He reached to his left wrist and unclasped a bracelet. It glowed with a soft, blue light as he lifted it, and Logan could feel a strange energy coming from it, even from across the room.

Geom-gong, seeing the bracelet, was horrified and stepped forward.

“Your Majesty! That is too much!” Geom-gong exclaimed.

“It’s alright. How much more danger could I possibly face here? If a talented young knight uses it, it will be good for the country,” the King reassured him.

Even Logan could tell it was no ordinary treasure.

He didn’t know exactly what it was, but the mana emanating from it alone seemed very powerful.

That meant it was a treasure that only a legendary mage could create.

In other words, it was an artifact that would be hard to find again in this era.

It was no wonder his master was so against it.

Logan was usually very confident, but even he felt he should be humble when offered such a valuable gift.

Logan’s hand wavered slightly.

Then the King extended his hand even further.

“Consider it compensation for resolving both my friend’s resentment and my own. Take it, quickly, before I change my mind,” the King said with a smile.

Seeing the smile on the King’s face, it was obvious he was joking.

Afraid that he might actually take it back if he showed humility one more time, Logan quickly, but as politely as possible, accepted the King’s gift.

“I will always remember this great kindness,” Logan said.

“Logan! You shouldn’t accept it so easily. That is a royal treasure…,” Geom-gong scolded.

“Pel, enough! Consider it as me giving something to your disciple since I haven’t given you anything,” the King said firmly.

“Your Majesty, how can you say such a thing…,” Geom-gong trailed off.

When the King went that far, Geom-gong couldn’t stop him any longer.

“Logan McLaine, do you also think my gift is too much?” the King asked.

“I will use it as carefully as it is valuable,” Logan replied.

“Haha. Indeed, you are bolder than your master,” the King chuckled.

The King laughed for a while, then smiled again and looked at Logan.

“A relationship met with the best of intentions. I hope this gift will lead that relationship to a better future,” the King said warmly.

“Your Majesty…,” Logan responded.

“I ask you to serve your master as if he were the sky and work for this country as your master does,” the King requested.

For the country.

Why did such an obvious statement sound so heavy?

Logan was still unsure whether what he was about to do was truly for the country or for himself.

But one thing was certain.

‘I will definitely stop the Empire,’ Logan thought.

Looking at the face of the King, whom he was seeing for the first time and probably the last time, Logan slowly, but sincerely, bowed deeply.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I will definitely do so!” Logan affirmed.

On the way back after the audience with the King, the master and disciple walked in silence for a while.

It was almost out of the inner palace when the master quietly spoke.

“His Majesty seems to have become much weaker at heart,” Geom-gong said with concern.

“Yes?” Logan asked.

“He wasn’t one to say so much. The fact that he wanted to meet you makes me worried that he has other concerns in his heart,” Geom-gong explained.

“Please don’t worry too much,” Logan said calmly.

“What?” Geom-gong asked, surprised.

Geom-gong stopped abruptly at Logan’s calm words.

“The King I saw was someone who would tell his master directly if he had any concerns. If he didn’t say anything, it must be something that my master doesn’t necessarily need to know,” Logan explained.

“That’s right. You’re right. I must be getting old, with only my worries increasing. Humph, I must be shaken because my disciple snatched a royal treasure and came out,” Geom-gong admitted.

Logan flinched at the sudden, unexpected remark.

Instinctively, he covered his left wrist, where the bracelet was.

“The Bracelet of Regeneration. It’s an artifact with a powerful healing magic in it. Since it only has one magic, it’s very strong, so it will be as effective as a high-level priest’s spell,” Geom-gong explained.

The master told him the exact effect of the artifact.

A high-level priest’s divine spell.

It was an incredible ability that could turn even fatal wounds into minor injuries that allowed you to move your body instantly.

Considering that magical healing spells are less effective than divine arts, it was essentially an artifact with the maximum healing spell that magic could offer.

He had expected it, but it was indeed a top-notch treasure that was beyond value.

“Should I really be receiving something like this?” Logan wondered.

“Only now? You snatched it up so readily, and now you’re pretending you don’t know. You sly fellow,” Geom-gong teased.

“Ahaha……. I didn’t know it would be such a great item,” Logan said with an awkward smile.

It was an undeniable truth, so Logan simply gave an awkward smile.

“Well, now that you’ve obtained such a great item, I feel relieved,” Geom-gong said.

“It’s all thanks to my master. Thank you…,” Logan said gratefully.

“Until now, I’ve only pushed you to the brink of death, but now I can push you a little further. Be prepared from today,” Geom-gong warned.

Logan’s smile tightened for a moment.

But Logan quickly steeled himself.

“I will do my best to meet your expectations,” Logan affirmed.

Time for growth.

The greater the trials, the greater the rewards.