Reincarnated as the Adopted Son of a Prestigious Swordsmanship Family

Chapter 33: The Eve

On the way back to the annex after the banquet ended.

“Simyun, you’re insane.”

Ael said with a face of renewed disgust.

It was because the banquet table came to mind.

That enormous dining table had been newly acquired this time. It was personally chosen by their father, who was interested in furniture.

But the first thing on the table wasn’t food.

Before it could even welcome any food, twelve heads rolled around here and there…….

“I’m the victim.”

“That’s true. It was second mother who attacked first.”

Jahar, who was next to them, took Simurtr’s side. The eyes looking at him sparkled. He had overcome an ambush head-on and used it as evidence to subdue the mastermind.

To Jahar, it felt like there was something to be learned from that series of events. Not just the skills he possessed, but the thinking and decisiveness to match. His uncompromising firmness.

‘A wall to overcome to become the Sword Master.’

From a certain point, regardless of Simurtr’s own will, Jahar had started to see his youngest brother that way.

“Is this why you didn’t call Beden?”

“He’s still young. He shouldn’t see things like this.”

Moreover, it was about his own mother.

There was nothing good for the young Beden to see.

“You’re being that considerate? You should be that way to us.”

“What’s the big deal? She attacked his mother. It’s the least bit of consideration.”

“Beden hates you anyway.”

“I don’t care.”

“You just did.”

“That’s different.”

There was nothing good about leaving lingering troubles. It was right to kill Janya, and just in case, Beden too.

Simurtr, who had already experienced being stabbed in the back, knew he should, but… he still didn’t want to kill Beden.

‘What’s so scary about a mere sixteen-year-old?’

It would just make his sleep more restless.

Of course, if he could kill Janya, he would.

“You’re strange.”

Simurtr was on the kind side.

Although his words and actions were rough, for the most part.

Beden, who had insulted his third mother Anna, ended up with just a slap to the back of the head. He fainted, but still.

‘At least he didn’t draw his sword.’

He was even kinder to the siblings.

Ael clearly remembered the words she had heard from Simurtr in Huit.

‘But that’s because we’re still young.’

Simurtr's kindness was limited to minors. It was a guess, but Ael was certain.

There were far too many grounds to support her speculation. During the Selection Ceremony, he had threatened their grandfather, and in Huit, he had killed the attackers without a moment's hesitation.

‘He wouldn’t have taken down second mother like that either.’

Hadn't he rolled heads around at a long-awaited banquet? Listing it out like this, it was utterly cruel. To the point where it reminded one of a madman.

He was lenient with the siblings and Beden, but not with others…….

“You’re really strange.”

“I know.”

It was a duality that Ael, who didn't know about his past life, could not understand.

“What else.”

Ael was still staring intently at Simurtr.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What… ah. The timing wasn’t right. I’ll visit soon.”

Clear evidence. Medeoban, enraged by it, had detained Janya. The matter concerning Janya was settled for the time being.

But it didn't resolve Ael’s worries. His conversation with Arnea was insufficient.

“Still, it didn’t seem like anything would happen right away.”

“That’s true.”

Arnea.

She didn’t show any hostility.

Just interest. She wouldn't do anything right away.

“I’ll resolve it before then. If you’re really worried, you can just tell her roughly.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You haven’t seen her in a while. You’ll have a chance to meet, won’t you? You can tell her everything about me. No need to hide anything.”

“Even your achievement?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? Is that okay? You’ve been hiding it all this time.”

“It doesn't matter. I would have told her when persuading her anyway. That’ll be easier.”

He had no intention of hiding his achievement until the end.

Deban already knew. It was a situation that would eventually be revealed anyway. Arnea being in the loop wouldn't change anything.

“Thank you.”

As Ael spoke her sincere thoughts, Jahar cut in.

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t need to know, brother.”

As Ael waved her hand, Jahar clapped his.

“Ah. It’s about that.”

“You don’t know. Don’t pretend you do.”

Jahar was not born with tact.

Ael knew her brother's nature better than anyone.

“Tell me.”

***

“Young Master.”

No time to rest after being freed from the siblings.

“I wondered why you wanted a family meal.”

Aran was waiting at the west annex.

“You’ve caused trouble again.”

“What. When did you get back?”

When he returned from his mission, Aran was not at the main castle. The 1st Sword Order, on a mission in the southern part of the empire, had requested his counsel.

“I just arrived.”

He was wearing comfortable training clothes, but upon closer inspection, quite a lot of bloodstains could be seen. It seemed Aran had come to the annex as soon as he entered the castle.

“You should have rested. And washed up.”

As soon as he said it, Meram’s magic struck Aran. It was a magic that cleaned whatever the caster considered contaminants. Aran’s body and clothes were instantly spotless.

“Who takes a bath when time is precious.”

Aran smiled at Meram and said.

“So. You got the second wife.”

He was toning it down because Meram was listening, but strictly speaking, he did more than just get her.

‘He rammed right into her.’

He overcame the ambush, took the heads as evidence, created a banquet, and blew it all up right there.

He had broken through head-on. It was truly direct.

‘The Young Master probably would have acted the same way.’

The more he looked, the more Simurtr resembled Exa. As his successor, he was bound to be similar.

If there was one difference, it was that he didn’t kill Janya on the spot.

“What. Is that all you know?”

“Hm?”

Aran tilted his head.

What he had heard from Naor on his way to the west annex was all there was.

“Looks like the news hasn’t reached you yet. Are they still contemplating?”

“Is there something else this Head of the Sword doesn’t know?”

“I guess it’s not news that would go to a vice-captain.”

Well. He’ll find out soon enough. Simurtr looked at Aran, grinned, and got straight to the point.

“The 6th Sword Order, which is on break, will be selected. Even though the 3rd Head of the Sword is here, the elite of the 3rd Sword Order have been deployed on a mission again.”

There was no better advance party than the 6th Sword Order.

Thanks to the elite swordsmen following the respected Aran, the 6th Sword Order possessed a strength second only to the 1st Sword Order.

“So?”

“Take me with you.”

“I’ll refuse if it’s a dangerous place.”

“Aran can protect me.”

“…Let’s just say you owe this Head of the Sword one.”

“You know it’s not that heavy of a debt, right?”

“It’s enough.”

Aran didn't bother to ask what was going on.

It was because he had acknowledged that Simurtr was Exa's student. Thanks to that, he had become as lenient with him as he was with Exa.

“Ah. And one more thing.”

“Speak.”

“Deban. Do you know him?”

“You mean the official swordsman of the 3rd Sword Order?”

Simurtr’s eyes widened.

To think that the meticulous Aran remembered his name.

“He’s a talented swordsman. He was the top of his class at the time. And was recognized as an official swordsman just two years after joining.”

He was generous to the talented.

Aran even remembered Deban's grades.

“He’s not that interested in the sword, but he’s an excellent kid. His rate of development was impressive, despite starting late.”

“Why didn’t you take such a promising guy? You’re usually crazy about them.”

“He wanted a lot of real combat experience. The 3rd Sword Order was carrying out missions near the Great Forest.”

Simurtr nodded.

Indeed. There was no faster path than frequent real combat. From the moment he joined, Deban had wanted to become strong quickly.

“Good that you know him. He said he wants to join the 6th Sword Order.”

“You may not know, Young Master, but the 6th Sword Order is not a place just anyone can join. Our missions are not lacking even when compared to the 1st Sword Order.”

“If he comes, I plan to be active in the 6th Sword Order more often too.”

“…Have you received permission from the 3rd Head of the Sword?”

“I was going to get it if only Aran gave his permission.”

“It’s late today, so tomorrow would be better.”

***

“What do you think? No. How was he?”

Arnea was smiling. In her hand was a thin saber, or more precisely, it was on her finger.

Whoosh. The round pommel, standing on the tip of her index finger, rotated, making a small noise.

“I heard you’ve become quite close. Training together during the day. Going on a mission with the 3rd Sword Order together.”

The saber, standing vertically on her fingertip, continued to spin. It wasn't that fast.

Ael knew her mother well.

“Jahar is one thing, but Ael. It’s really rare for my daughter to give her heart to someone. Did you like him that much?”

Like a ball, the act of spinning a sword vertically on her finger was a habit that came out when her mother was contemplating a decision.

At the same time, it was also a demand for the first answer from the siblings. If a satisfactory answer was given here, that sword would stop spinning.

‘If she doesn’t like the answer, it gets faster.’

With acceleration, the wind rises. That is stage 2.

And in a moment of excitement, mana is imbued.

That is stage 3, which the siblings have not yet seen, and only their father knows.

She had heard from her father once. Stage 3 is the final stage where you can hope for her mother's forgiveness.

“He’s special. And peculiar. Really.”

Usually.

Ael answers first, and the most.

Tact, lies, improvisation, cleverness.

Along with the Dujeu's Strong Body, inherited strongly from her maternal family's blood, these were the few talents where Ael surpassed Jahar.

Jahar, who had no tact but was good at knowing his place, entrusted most reports to Ael.

“And?”

“Uhm. How much do you know, Mother?”

There was no need to repeat information she already knew.

Such probing was a waste of time. Something both Ael and Arnea disliked. They were both too quick-witted to be deceived by such things.

“Most of it? Ael. How much can you say?” The rıghtful source is novel-fire.net

Arnea smiled with her eyes.

She had already noticed that the siblings had quite a lot of affection for Simurtr, but seeing it in person, the extent was greater than she thought.

“It doesn’t matter to you, Mother. Simyun said it was okay to tell you everything.”

“Oh my? Really?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know he’d like me that much. Is it thanks to our Ael?”

“Brother probably played a part too. He was the first to take an interest in Simyun.”

“You’re quite close, aren’t you? To be on a nickname basis?”

Beaming. Ael smiled back. The sword's rotation slowed down noticeably.

“I saw the video of the Selection Ceremony. I thought our siblings would naturally be the best.”

“I thought so too.”

“Was it a lot of help?”

The video transmitted by Degrate.

The main family had saved that video on a separate magic tool, and Arnea had also received that video.

“It seemed Simyun has a talent for teaching too. When we train together, we just end up learning.”

“I see. Yes. That’s a good experience. Erase your weaknesses.”

The video also included Simurtr's pointers. The advice he gave after defeating Jahar and Ael.

Even to Arnea's ears, they were all reasonable pieces of advice.

Simurtr had grown up well, better than expected. Too well. To an incomprehensible degree.

“And? I want to hear the story of the test in detail.”

He will become family.

The words Medeoban had said when she returned came to mind. It was an incomprehensible statement. Arnea knew her father-in-law’s temperament well.

The mainstay of Mectera.

He was more faithful to the ideology of the main family than anyone, but had become strangely corrupted. As a result, he became obsessed with the current Mectera bloodline rather than Mectera's ideology.

From such a Medeoban's perspective, Simurtr should have been cast out. This was Mectera, not the Sword Tower.

‘If it were the Sword Tower, they would have cherished him without a second thought, wouldn’t they?’

Medeoban, her father-in-law, had changed.

She had heard through rumors that the Sword Master Medeoban before the Doom War was Mectera itself.

He was a talent the Sword Tower so desperately wanted, but the current Mectera did not have the magnanimity to accept him.

So, Arnea had naturally thought that Simurtr would be dropped from the Selection Ceremony.

‘But he suddenly embraced him.’

And on top of that, he would become family, so get along with him?

There was a hidden story in the Selection Ceremony. Arnea had long held that conviction.

That the video she saw was not the whole story.

“Simyun is… more special than you think, Mother.”

“How much?”

“He has reached the state of a Sword Master.”

“What?”

Selection Ceremony, achievement, threat, mission.

Ael began to release the information Arnea was curious about.

As time went on, the rotation of the saber grew faster.

“He has no intention of becoming the Sword Master?”

And finally, mana emanated from it.