Chapter 44

The Marquess Family's Magic Genius - Chapter 44 (44/324)

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Immediately, my eyes began to thoroughly examine the boy.

"Hmm."

The words floating above his head.

As I read them, a smile naturally formed on my face.

Sword Demon. Iron Man.

The words next to his talents were incredibly simple, but they were valuable in themselves.

"Those two."

Sword Demon.

It literally means a demon of the sword.

It was one of the more famous talents, so I naturally knew about this talent.

Not only did it provide a powerful sword skill bonus, but it also had the characteristic of eliminating all hesitation and distractions the moment one held a sword.

When one wielded a sword, their personality would completely change.

Of course, for users, it was a talent that only provided a powerful sword skill bonus.

"Anyway, if it's a Sword Demon."

It could be considered one of the top-tier talents among sword-related talents. The talent next to it also had a very good synergy.

Iron Man.

It was one of the talents related to the body, as it provided a powerful buff effect to the physical body.

With muscles growing faster and wounds healing quickly, one could possess a physicality far superior to that of an ordinary person. It was a perfect match with Sword Demon.

"But it seems to be a bit contradictory to his traits."

Logically, it made sense.

While Survival Instinct had excellent synergy with Sword Demon, he wasn't timid.

"He seems to be a unique one."

From a quick look, I had a sense of how he would act.

He would be timid in everyday life but turn into a madman the moment he held a sword.

It wasn't bad for me.

After all, timid people weren't particularly difficult to persuade.

"Did he learn an Aura Meditation Technique?"

Among those who use swords, knights are the most representative.

The difference between a knight and a soldier was simple.

Whether or not they had learned sword techniques.

Along with this, they were distinguished by whether or not they had accumulated a certain amount of Aura in their body.

Naturally, to accumulate that Aura, one had to practice with an Aura Meditation Technique that was not easily passed on to outsiders.

I didn't think he had learned an Aura Meditation Technique yet.

When I played, it was impossible to obtain a Meditation Technique inside the arena.

"Still, if it's a Saber Tiger... it's going to be tough."

In fact, the beginning was similar to the tutorial process.

After selecting the protagonist, the monsters one faced in the arena were quite weak.

The announcer was pointing and shouting, but he wasn't fighting a Saber Tiger like that.

That was a fairly powerful monster.

Saber Tiger.

A creature nicknamed the Human Hunter.

Even if talents were given in the early stages, the player themselves controlled the character.

Of course, unless one was a rotten apple like me, most players would be game over without overcoming the tutorial wall when facing such a creature.

So, in the early stages of playing in the arena, it was common to fight goblins, orcs, or other slave gladiators.

But now, Seron was matched against a Saber Tiger.

"Indeed. Something has mixed up."

The game and reality.

These two had cleverly mixed, and quite a lot of things had changed. Of course, many things hadn't changed either.

Soon, the audience began to cheer for the young gladiator.

"Seron!"

"Seron!"

"Show us! Just tear it apart!"

"Mad Seron!"

Perhaps due to the excitement from previous matches, the audience's enthusiasm was at its peak.

Seron.

The boy currently receiving enthusiastic cheers from the audience was trembling while looking at the growling Saber Tiger in the cage.

From the outside, he could be described as the epitome of a timid person.

But.

"Madness."

From the audience's enthusiastic shouts, it seemed that the moment the fight started, he would transform into a completely different person.

Mad Seron.

I briefly considered whether to watch his performance leisurely or stop the match.

"If he has the Sword Demon trait, it might be worth a try even without Aura."

A Saber Tiger could be compared to two orcs in terms of strength.

Those two orcs were equivalent to ten ordinary soldiers.

In other words,

It was a monster that would require ten soldiers to subdue.

My contemplation didn't last long.

"Being the protagonist, he should naturally capture it."

I wanted to see what kind of play he would show here.

I chuckled and looked at my companions.

"That's him."

"The person we're looking for?"

"Yeah."

Ersiel tilted her head at my words.

"Shouldn't we stop this match? He... seems to be trembling."

"It seems difficult for him to face a Saber Tiger..."

My answer to their questions was simple.

I slightly shook my head.

"Watch closely. You were curious about why I wanted to recruit him, right? Let's test if my intuition is right."

My answer.

With his talents, it should be possible for him to capture the Saber Tiger.

Timid?

That would be swallowed by the massive talent the moment he held a sword.

If I showed Seron's talents to the two of them, they would clearly understand why I wanted to recruit him.

Most importantly,

I was quite curious about how he would fight.

A high-level gladiator.

It wasn't a position given for free.

His sword must have been stained with countless blood, whether human or monster.

By watching this match, I would understand why he was matched with such a vicious creature.

And I would see how the Sword Demon trait worked in reality.

Whether he would show the appearance of a mad demon of the sword or not.

The announcer's words ended.

Rattle.

The iron cage containing the Saber Tiger began to slowly rise.

Shake.

Seron was still trembling like a patient with a nervous disorder.

Sniff.

The Saber Tiger then sniffed the air.

Lick.

It licked its lips slightly.

As if it had found a very delicious prey.

Then, its sharp fangs began to flash, and it leaped at the young gladiator on all fours.

A charge mixed with the explosive power of the monster.

In a life-or-death situation.

Swish.

The trembling boy finally drew his sword.

At that moment,

His eyes and expression changed.

To a blank, emotionless expression.

And within that blank expression, a small smile was present.

This is an interesting one.

Roar!

When the 3-meter-long tiger approached him, Seron finally began to move.

One step.

He narrowly avoided the monster's claws and thrust his sword without hesitation.

Swoosh!

Red blood began to sprinkle in the arena.

It was clear whose blood it was.

The massive arm of the Saber Tiger.

A long sword wound was carved into it.

Leonhardt's eyes sank heavily at the sight.

I chuckled and asked him.

"How about it?"

"...I understand why you're interested in that boy. He seems possessed by his sword, to the point where it's hard to tell who's in control."

"Do you want to teach him once?"

"...Me?"

"Yeah. He clearly hasn't learned proper sword techniques. He doesn't seem to know about Aura either, so he's a blank slate. It should be easy to teach him."

"Twelve is quite late to start sword training."

"That's for ordinary people. I'm a genius. You've seen it, right?"

"...You're quite full of yourself."

"I'm just stating the facts. Anyway, what's your answer to my question?"

"It's impossible to teach the family's secret techniques."

"Then just teach him some basic sword techniques. I'll find a way to get the Meditation Technique or ask my father."

The House of Celtaurion.

As a renowned sword family, the knights were trained in sword techniques and Aura Meditation Techniques that couldn't be passed on to outsiders.

Well, the techniques learned by lower knights wouldn't cause much damage if leaked.

But for a knight like Leonhardt, it was different.

Except for the techniques and Meditation Techniques passed down only to the head of the family and direct descendants, he could learn all the techniques of the Marquess family.

Therefore, it would be a burden to take on just anyone as a disciple.

To pass on knowledge, the Marquess's permission would be required.

Despite the situation, his eyes were sparkling.

He seemed to be tempted by the Sword Demon.

"Indeed."

The current sight was one that would make even the Marquess of Remton drool.

Twelve years old.

To strike a 3-meter-long Saber Tiger with a single blow without proper sword techniques or Aura Meditation Techniques?

That was a guarantee in itself.

A clear guarantee that he would soar in the future.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I haven't answered yet..."

"No, if you're going to say that, at least hide the greed in your eyes. Just teach him the basics. You can do that, right?"

It would be even better if you could take it to the next level.

The bodyguard knight frowned as if in contemplation.

No, to be precise,

He was just pretending to think.

"That's the way to help me. Save that boy. Won't he follow me loyally? Improving the skills of such a loyal servant will naturally benefit me."

"...Understood."

Damn.

He wanted to teach but was playing hard to get.

While we were having this conversation,

The Saber Tiger, now reduced to a rag, had the Sword Demon standing on its body.

Poke!

Poke!

As if it were a stable bed,

The boy was naturally stabbing the Saber Tiger's head with his sword, without any change in expression.

Wow.

When did he climb up there?

Anyway, that boy is quite skilled.

If he learns proper sword techniques and Meditation Techniques, he will become even more impressive.

After stabbing the head a few more times, the Saber Tiger's movements gradually stopped.

A moment later,

It lay still, tongue hanging out.

"Madness!"

"Madness!"

"Seron!"

"Seron!"

"Ah! Mad Seron! As always, he has shown a performance befitting his reputation! To capture a massive Saber Tiger alone at just twelve years old! Truly remarkable!"

While the announcer was hyping up the crowd,

Dozens of slaves began dragging the Saber Tiger's corpse away.

"Now, all the matches for today are over..."

Since all the matches for today were over, there was no need to listen to the announcer anymore.

I immediately called the servant waiting outside the room.

"I want to see the gladiator who just fought. The one in charge here is named Evan, right? Could you bring him here?"

I slipped a gold coin as a tip, and the servant hurriedly ran off.

Slave gladiator Seron.

It was time to meet him.