The Regressor of a Fallen Baronial House

Chapter 40. Boy, Raise Your Sword (3)

From those mocking him.

From the world ignoring him as a bastard and giving no chances.

And from his mother's tears.

'Mother.'

He wanted to escape.

Simon brought his hand to the scabbard with trembling hands.

The sword is soon himself.

Now he wanted to escape the stifling scabbard and see the sunlight.

He wanted to breathe like that.

However, if he thrust his sword at his brothers here, his mother in the Diez family would suffer hardships.

He would be abandoned by the Diez family.

His life, which was enduring precariously like tightrope walking, would collapse.

Thinking of his mother and the things that would happen afterward, Simon tried to put himself into the scabbard as he always had.

But at that moment.

His eyes met with the black-haired boy over the shoulder of his first brother who was laughing looking at his appearance.

The moment he met the boy's deep and dark eyes, Simon felt as if the world stopped.

The moment the world that seemed to last forever stopped.

The boy's deep and dark eyes rippled.

Those eyes spoke to Simon.

'Draw it!'

Led by those words, Simon unknowingly drew his sword.

It was impulsive, but.

It was the moment he had always dreamed of and wished for.

The moment his sword escaped from the dark scabbard, Simon felt a dizzying ecstasy.

As Simon exhaled, the world moved again.

***

It was a clean draw.

A level enough to make Blanc, who was watching secretly, exclaim.

Simon poured out the pent-up resentment and anger toward his brothers.

"RAAAAH!"

Simon rushing toward his brothers letting out a rough roar.

Every time he thrust his sword toward them, it felt like his chest was being pierced open. It felt like breaking down the world blocking his front.

"S, Simon! You bastard! Are you not worried about your mother in the family!"

The two brothers touching Simon's weakness rather than drawing swords as knights.

However, Simon did not stop.

He did not stop his sword dance toward the world.

Because the boy behind nodded at him.

It was as if saying he would take responsibility for everything.

Although the boy didn't actually speak, and Simon didn't even know who that boy was, for some reason, he felt he would do so.

There was conviction.

So Simon put down his mother for the first time in his life. She was a weight supporting Simon's life, but she was also that heavy.

"Aaaaaagh!"

Blood splattered around Simon's eyes. Not knowing whose blood it was.

"Right! Blood! That bastard is afraid of blood!"

The brothers who knew Simon's weakness of fearing blood became high-spirited, but.

"……."

However, Simon was fine.

Rather, he himself, covered in blood, was surprised.

He had feared blood all his life. The blood bursting from his mother's back was stuck deep in his soul.

But Simon no longer feared blood. No, there was no reason to fear.

Because there was no mother being beaten until blood burst for her young child in front of him anymore.

The moment Simon drew his sword just now, he jumped over the precious wall protecting him from the world.

Now the wall that bled for him was behind Simon, not in front.

Now it would be his turn to bleed instead of her.

The first son of the Diez family rolled on the floor. He, who advanced to the main tournament by digging into Simon's weakness, was now making an expression of disbelief looking at his broken sword.

The second son of the Diez family was grabbing his bleeding shoulder and begging Simon to save him.

He was a person who threw cold sneers every time Simon asked for forgiveness.

'In the end, only this much…….'

In the end, they were only worth this much.

Such guys had locked him in a scabbard and tied him up tight.

Simon felt anger along with surging futility.

To fill and burn the emotions disturbing his heart right now, Simon threw the final strike toward his half-brothers who had trapped him.

However, that sword could not reach.

Because a black-haired boy appearing suddenly with flashing white lightning blocked his sword.

"Useful."

"……Who are you?"

The black-haired boy who suddenly appeared and blocked Simon's sword grinned instead of saying his name and said.

"I am……. A person looking for someone to become my sword."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, Simon could feel his vision turning white.

***

'It is correct.'

Blanc scrutinized the face of Simon, who had fallen by his single blow.

Simon Diez, one of those leading the Void. It was definitely him.

Blanc found Billy in the crowd and beckoned him over.

"Move him to the Tolome family. I will have to indebt this knight."

"Understood. Baron."

Billy skillfully pointed out a few people nearby and carried Simon out with them.

"Wh, what are you doing right now!"

The first son of the Diez family rushed at Blanc, who was taking Simon out, pointing his finger.

"How dare you intrude during a sacred duel! Did your father teach you like that!"

Morten Diez, the first son of the Diez family, who had been rolling on the ground driven by Simon just a moment ago.

He couldn't believe himself overwhelmed by Simon Diez whom he had ignored and bullied all his life.

It was shameful. Anger rose.

Morten, whose reason was paralyzed, tried to unleash this anger with nowhere to go on the black-haired boy in front of him.

That was the beginning of the tragedy.

Morten Diez, the first son of the Diez family, was someone who hadn't been in Baltimere for long.

So he didn't recognize who the boy in front of him was.

If he had recognized who he was, he wouldn't have acted so recklessly.

The crowd, who had been cheering for the knights' fight just a moment ago, was now not even making a breathing sound as if terrified.

Looking around the surroundings where silence fell instantly, Morten Diez and the second son were flustered by the suddenly changed atmosphere.

"Oh my god, to a knight of Aselheit……."

"To mention his father even knowing the tragedy of the Cadmus family?"

"Pointing a finger at the knight who killed the fear of the era……."

Morten felt the atmosphere flowing strangely, but it was already too late to rectify the situation.

"Sacred duel of knights you say…… threatening by mentioning the opponent's mother and two dealing with one is a sacred duel?"

Blanc turned around and looked at the brothers.

White Thunderbolt was rising in his eyes looking at the brothers.

It was overwhelming.

Morten and the second son, who had been rolling around at the momentum emitted by Simon just a moment ago, found it hard to even breathe, let alone roll around now.

Blanc's Spiritual Pressure was pressing heavily on the two brothers.

"I challenge you to a duel. Two nameless knights."

Blanc drew his sword and stuck it in the ground.

"You not only insulted the father of me, Blanc Cadmus, but also defiled the sacred duel of knights."

Blanc pulled out the sword stuck in the ground and pointed at Morten Diez.

“Draw your swords. You’re not even worthy of being called knights.”

At Blanc's murderous duel challenge, Morten Diez and the second son of the Diez family couldn't dare to move and only swallowed dry saliva.

***

"Was he a useful knight?"

As soon as the duel-that-wasn't-a-duel with the Diez family brothers ended blandly, Tarania with platinum blonde hair tied back popped out.

"Oh…… were you watching?"

"You were putting quite an effort into that knight. He was certainly a knight with fierce momentum even in my eyes."

Although Blanc told her to choose magic tools, that was an action not fitting Tarania's mission. Because she came to protect Blanc from wicked things.

So she followed Blanc. And watched.

"I am sorry. I couldn't pay attention."

"It is fine. Thanks to that, I could peek into Lord Blanc's inner side a little."

Tarania saw Simon Diez's quickly rippling eyes. So she tried to look at the dark thing inside Blanc once again, but.

'It will take time.'

Perhaps because his mental world stabilized quickly, she couldn't look deep into where she saw before.

It seemed she needed time to recognize what was at the bottom of Blanc's mental world.

"What did you say to those rude knights?"

Blanc told the two knights who dared not draw their swords.

To bring Simon Diez's mother to the Tolome family.

Listening to the remarks made during the fight between Simon Diez and the brothers, it seemed Diez had a weakness caught not only regarding fear of blood but also regarding his mother.

It wouldn't do for the one who should become his knight to have a weakness held by another family.

"Know that if even a slight problem occurs to her safety, this paused duel will restart."

Blanc stated firmly.

"At that time, one of us, either you or I, will not see tomorrow's sun."

He drove the nail called fear into their minds.

"It is nothing much. I just politely requested to send the family of the knight who collapsed earlier to our side. I am seriously considering recruiting that knight."

Tarania didn't question whether that action was truly polite.

She was just satisfied to be able to grasp a little of what kind of person he was through Blanc's unexpected actions.

Like that, Blanc and Tarania returned to the Tolome family mansion along the fading twilight, hiding their true thoughts and attitudes.

"Sir Hansen?"

At the Tolome mansion arrived like that, an completely unexpected figure was waiting for Blanc.

"Oh my. It is very good to see. A young man and woman walking shoulder to shoulder looks just like a picture."

Hansen welcomed Blanc with a joke.

Next to him, several bundles were settled as if he had moved out.

"This is?"

"Ah…… it is my luggage. I retired from the Tolome Knights as of today."

Hansen scratched the back of his head laughing as if it was nothing, but the weight of the words he spat out was quite heavy.

'No, why……? To cast out a knight like Hansen?'

Since Blanc explored Tiday's dungeon with Hansen, he knew him well.

Although aged, he was a knight who did his share sufficiently, and a person who could maintain that skill for a few years to come.

Moreover, evaluating him simply by skill was an insult to Hansen.

Hansen was a person who possessed the essence of the Tolome Knights intact. In his head and soul, all the know-how of the Tolome Knights, which belonged to the top tier even in the Felix Kingdom, was concentrated.

He wasn't a person the Tolome Knights could easily cast out to begin with, and even if they actually did, he was someone other families or knight orders should have scouted.

He was absolutely not a person to be out carrying luggage as if chased out.

"I do not know what happened, but there seems to be a big mistake. I will speak to the Count personally……."

"So, Baron. Would you not provide a place to rest for a while for this old knight who lost his place to go?"

"What do you mean?"

Hansen smiled with all his might toward Blanc with his deeply wrinkled face.

"Shouldn't the Baron also create a new knight order now? This Hansen. Although old, is a person good for another year or two. Isn't there an old saying to use an old horse when plowing the first furrow?"

'This…….'

Hansen wasn't chased out.

This old knight was a gift sent by Bartomyu.

Use Hansen, who possesses the essence of the strong Tolome Knights intact, to establish the foundation of the Cadmus Knights to be created in the future.

Bartomyu's heavy gift.

Today Blanc picked up a sword on the street.

And received a sword that was old but well-tamed.