The Regressor of a Fallen Baronial House

Chapter 50. Cadmus' White Mansion (2)

It was a magnificent wedding.

The Meritorious Noble families Tolome and Neudorf poured out money unsparingly to hold this wedding grandly.

During the wedding that lasted about three days, even the beggars in Baltimere were so full they threw away food.

This wedding was a place to boast the power of Tolome and Neudorf, but also a place to confirm the extent of influence Blanc Cadmus possessed.

Blanc Cadmus, the Knight of the Moonlit Grass.

He was the figure who first brought the Moonlit Grass, the most talked-about topic recently, to Baltimere.

To honor that achievement and bless Blanc, many alchemists in Baltimere attended the wedding.

Blanc Cadmus, the Knight of Aselheit. He was a person who received a sword from Aselheit, the Knight of Knights.

To honor him, Antonio, the regional commander of the Torch Knights, personally attended the wedding.

Also, Wesler Balthazar, the Duke of the Anton Kingdom and the fifth knight of Aselheit, sent a gift along with a separate letter for Blanc who could be called his junior.

Blanc Cadmus was the one who killed the fear of the era. He killed the black wizard who hid in darkness and threatened people’s souls.

To praise his achievement, the Goddess Order sent Julio, the Cardinal of the Felix Kingdom, to bless the wedding.

Baron Tigor Baum is said to have sent a congratulatory money amount that surprised other nobles for Blanc who resolved the black wizard’s dungeon in his territory.

Also, Blanc Cadmus is a knight expected to become a legend. For him who is certain to become a rising star representing the kingdom of the Felix Kingdom, King Frederick sent a congratulatory telegram and many gifts in his name.

Furthermore, this wedding was a wedding signifying the union of Tolome and Neudorf. It was a proof that the two families would share the same will and do many things together in the future.

Therefore, it was a wedding that numerous nobles lining up for Tolome and Neudorf had to attend without fail.

Although Ciella had married twice, this was the first time for a wedding as magnificent and grand as this.

If any daughter of a noble family saw Ciella right now, they wouldn't have been able to hide their jealousy at her happy appearance.

Through this wedding, she felt as if all the misfortune and sorrow she possessed were being washed away.

***

Ciella was stroking Blanc’s empty spot in the bed.

It felt as if Blanc’s warmth was still being transmitted from her fingertips.

Her young husband had headed to his office to work even before the sun rose.

"I can't believe it."

Ciella felt like she was still dreaming.

From the moment she fell into his eyes when she first saw Blanc until now.

She felt as if she was still floundering, unable to return to reality, fallen into his eyes.

And when she came to her senses, it was after she gained a husband named Blanc next to her bed.

Tarania, a knight of the Torch Knights, heard the situation back then and said they were attracted to the Evil each possessed, but Ciella decided to think she was attracted by fate instead of those words.

She decided to think so.

Ciella looked out the window while lying in bed.

This was not the Neudorf mansion.

It was the Cadmus family mansion her father newly prepared.

Although it was not as wide or high as the mansions of Tolome and Neudorf, Blanc told Ciella he liked this mansion very much upon seeing it for the first time.

It was because the white mansion reminded him of the former Cadmus family that was now burned down.

Hearing those words, Ciella felt a corner of her heart aching.

She used to forget sometimes due to Blanc’s dignified figure, but he was a fifteen-year-old man who could be called young if one called him young.

Seeing Blanc smiling sorrowfully looking at the mansion, Ciella vowed to hug him from a more adult position, but.

"Is he really fifteen years old……?"

She flushed and looked at the bed once again.

She thought she could definitely lead when it came to bed, but that was Ciella’s miscalculation.

Since Ciella was conservative about sex in the first place, and even though she had two husbands, those who were her husbands died suddenly not long after marriage.

Actually, in terms of experience, she was only slightly better than a naive virgin.

However, Ciella’s husband Blanc was fifteen in body, but his soul was a mercenary over forty.

He was a man who had gone through experiences as diverse and rough as the years he lived. Naturally, he was a person who could be called a veteran just by sexual experience.

From the first night which started with her saying she would teach the fifteen-year-old boy, Ciella had only screamed in ecstasy, not knowing what to do in Blanc’s arms.

And that was the same even now, a month after the wedding.

"Oh my!"

She composed herself as if this was no time for this, dressed properly, and headed to the kitchen in the mansion.

'I have to help a lot.'

Ciella had promised Blanc.

That she would flawlessly assist Blanc within the Cadmus family along with maintaining a smooth relationship with Neudorf.

Ciella placed the nutritional supplements she made according to the recipe she instructed on a tray and went to find Blanc herself.

Ciella Cadmus.

As the mistress of this mansion, she was in a position to oversee everything happening here.

Furthermore, Blanc’s body, which was still in its growth period, would be made from what Ciella fed him from now on.

She was doing her best for Blanc, her husband and a man who was still like an unfinished child.

***

Simon Diez was engrossed in training, gritting his teeth even though it was early morning.

'I cannot gain Lord Blanc’s trust with just this much!'

To Simon, Blanc was a person like a benefactor who opened a new path in life.

As proof, his mother had escaped from the Diez family and was now living a safe and comfortable life in the Cadmus family mansion.

However, Simon knew well that he had not yet gained Blanc’s trust.

The day Blanc loaded the armor and went to greet Count Berger.

Something definitely happened that day.

Blanc, who left himself, Hansen, and Rakshar behind and entered Berger’s laboratory with only Tarania, came out only late at night in a messy state with minor injuries.

And Simon could see it. The sight of the senior knights of the Neudorf family barely exiting the laboratory supporting each other while injured.

People in the world knew it as an incident caused by experiments on Moonlit Grass, but Simon could tell.

That the wounds the Neudorf knights suffered were wounds caused by fierce combat.

Blanc did not tell his knights about that incident until the end. Even more, Blanc strongly stated that they should not even speculate about what happened that day.

What did this mean?

It meant that Simon was not yet fully acknowledged by Blanc.

Simon could not bear the envy toward the Neudorf knights who came out supporting each other while injured that day.

They must be in a relationship where they shared secrets with Count Berger.

A relationship where they were acknowledged, trusted, and could share pain together.

Simon wanted to become such an existence to Blanc as well.

Simon knew well that there was nothing but endless training and loyalty to become like that.

"As expected, being young is good. Seeing you burn with passion like this from the morning makes me feel like I am becoming young too, so it feels good. Hahaha."

"Sir Hansen."

The person walking over with a hearty laugh was Hansen, the senior knight of the Cadmus Knights.

Since there were not enough members to call it a knighthood yet, Blanc held all important positions like the commander, but Blanc personally appointed Hansen as a senior knight, acknowledging his career.

"I was just coming from seeing Rakshar practicing dagger skills on my way here. Indeed, perhaps because he has werewolf blood mixed in, he has extraordinary talent in moving his body."

"……"

Hansen was like an old raccoon.

He cleverly stimulated their competitive spirit between Simon, who had little experience, and the naive Rakshar, driving them to push themselves.

Simon knew.

With what intention Hansen was saying this.

However, there are things you cannot help with your heart even if you know with your head.

Rakshar was the one who had served Blanc for a long time. In terms of loyalty and Blanc’s trust alone, he was a person who had established a position Simon dared not follow.

Moreover, although he had kept himself confined while avoiding people because of the werewolf blood mixed in, he was now developing rapidly under Hansen’s active guidance.

The body mixed with werewolf blood that transcended human limits already possessed destructive power that even Simon found hard to handle.

Senior Knight Hansen, who possessed abundant experience and a splendid career from the Tolome Knights.

Rakshar, who had served Blanc for a long time and safely protected him from the tragedy of the Cadmus family.

The one with the narrowest position in the Cadmus Knights right now was Simon.

'I will not run away. I will surpass them!'

There was a memory stuck deep inside his soul.

Simon would never forget the ecstasy he felt when he jumped out of the scabbard overcoming his mother’s pain.

To obtain such ecstasy and a sense of accomplishment, he must not run away from the world, from the place where he stood right now.

Simon realized that those were spoils only for those who challenge and those who win.

Therefore, he would challenge and surpass again. The obstacles placed in front of him.

And he would take the spoil called Blanc’s trust.

Simon gritted his teeth and swung his sword once again.

***

"How are my knights?"

A white two-story mansion.

Blanc’s office was in the widest and best place there.

The space filled with Ciella’s special consideration was full of sunlight and felt cozy.

"Sir Simon is very excellent. His basics are impeccable, his will is firm, and he is full of desire for improvement. However……"

"However?"

"The swordsmanship and Aura cultivation method he possesses are too lacking compared to his talent. As expected, it is regrettable that he did not receive proper support from the Diez family. Going like this will hinder his growth."

Blanc’s eyebrow twitched.

"Then we will have to prepare swordsmanship and an Aura cultivation method for him."

"Sir Simon is fully qualified to receive such investment."

"How is the fear of blood?"

Blanc asked about the biggest weakness regarding Simon.

"……He is in a situation where he has not yet completely shaken off the fear of blood."

"Hmm……"

Obtaining swordsmanship and an Aura cultivation method for Simon was something that could be sufficiently solved with money and connections.

However, the scar not yet completely erased inside his soul needed time.

"Please continue to pay attention to that part, Sir Hansen. I have high expectations for Sir Simon."

"If Sir Simon heard those words himself, he would have been really happy."

Hansen answered with a grin.

"Rakshar is……"

" regarding Rakshar, I have something I want to ask first. Baron."

"Ask."

Hansen looked at Blanc with serious eyes.

"Do you plan to bestow a knighthood upon him?"

Blanc understood exactly the meaning inside Hansen’s question.

Rakshar was a person mixed with werewolf blood. Furthermore, his appearance was practically a werewolf itself.

Werewolves were things belonging to Evil. They were monsters that made people feel disgust and fear.

Appointing Rakshar as a knight was a matter of a different dimension from keeping him as a squire or servant and making him work until now.

If he appointed him as a knight, Blanc’s prestige built up until now would be greatly diminished.

Instead of answering Hansen’s question, Blanc took out a letter from the drawer and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

"It is an invitation sent from the Torch Knights. Tarania handed it to me."

Hansen was waiting for Blanc’s words instead of reading the letter.

"I plan to receive a title in the Holy City Moirai. Precisely, it is receiving certification that I am allowed to handle Evil."

"Ah! I see."

Hansen read Blanc’s intention and admired it.

"If I receive those titles, there will be no major problem in keeping Rakshar."

Blanc stood up from his seat, approached the window, and looked outside.

There, Rakshar and Simon were sparring with swords.

"I will have to think about appointing Rakshar as a knight, but his usage will not be limited, so Sir Hansen, please do not worry and strive to guide him."

Hansen felt the worry pressing down on his mind disappear.

Because although Rakshar’s talent was excellent, being a werewolf, he was a figure who would eventually become Blanc’s weakness.

However, according to Blanc’s words, there was no reason to have such worries.

"Sir Hansen."

"Yes, Baron."

Blanc turned from the window and made eye contact with Hansen.

"Prepare to sortie my knights within a week."

"Where is the destination?"

At Hansen’s question, Blanc fiddled with the Cadmus family signet ring on his finger.

"We are going to the Iron Bank."

At the same time, Blanc’s eyes shone along with the signet ring.

'The time has come.'

Blanc had something to find there.

In that place that did not exist in the past life.