Chapter 2

"Alright, please say it, 'Magic Swordsman'!"

This will decide my life!

I wonder if the priest is also hearing the voice of the god. There was a long, long silence. Such silent moments always feel longer, but...

...

...

Isn't this taking an unusually long time?

"What is this...? God...?"

The elderly priest muttered something strange.

Could it be that such an unbelievable profession was given as a divine revelation?

It's rare, but sometimes a higher-level version of a profession, like a Great Mage or a Great Sage, is bestowed. In such cases, the relevant abilities grow significantly, and the potential for advancement naturally increases. It's not a bad thing.

"It's definitely correct... Please forgive me for doubting the god..."

The priest was indeed surprised and couldn't believe it.

Alright, my future starts here!

"Please open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and turned to the priest.

"What is my profession?"

"Your profession, Lord Arsrod, is... Oda Nobunaga."

"Oda Nobunaga?"

I had never heard of this profession before. I had no idea what kind of job it was.

"Excuse me, what kind of profession is Oda Nobunaga...?"

"The god did not tell me that much... But it is definitely Oda Nobunaga..."

"Are you kidding me! How can I aim for a profession when I don't even know what it does!"

I was flustered. I had been looking forward to this day... I had been working hard to become a Magic Swordsman, and now it's Oda Nobunaga...

"This must be a mistake! Please ask the god again about my profession!"

"We cannot doubt the god. However, I was also worried and asked the god if this unknown profession was correct... The god said there was no problem and that it cannot be changed."

No way...

Do I have to live with the profession of Oda Nobunaga?

What kind of language is this... I have no idea what it means. Is it something like a "dried fish merchant," "Oda's Bunaga"? I don't know what Oda or Bunaga mean, so it doesn't give me any clues.

"Anyway... Lord Arsrod, you will be blessed with the favor of Oda Nobunaga. If you live according to this favor, peace and prosperity are promised."

What a vague statement... How am I supposed to live according to Oda Nobunaga when I don't even understand the words?

"Surely, you weren't told to do this by my brother to make me miserable, right?"

My brother is the lord of this land. Even a priest cannot defy him. The large amount of money needed for the festival, for example, cannot proceed without the lord's support. It's not uncommon for temples to be completely aligned with the lord.

"That is impossible! I only conveyed the words of the god accurately."

He doesn't seem to be lying. But I still have no idea what Oda Nobunaga is.

I must have looked very dejected because when I went to see Raviala, she immediately said, "Cheer up."

"My profession is Oda Nobunaga... How can I cheer up?"

Then, Raviala hugged me tightly.

"R-Raviala...?"

"Does this help you feel better? They say people feel a bit more at ease when they are hugged..."

I could tell she was really worried about me.

"It must have been tough... You worked so hard for this day..."

"Thanks, Raviala. I feel a bit better."

Regretting won't change anything. I need to stay positive.

"Knowing my profession means I've grown up. I can't mope around like a child. I need to move on from now."

"Lord Arsrod, you are very mature."

"Besides, Oda Nobunaga might be an incredibly overpowered profession."

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When I reported to my brother at Nevel Castle, he laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! I never thought you'd end up with such a mysterious profession! It's a shame, considering you were aiming to be a Magic Swordsman!"

It's frustrating, but I can't say, "Oda Nobunaga is a great profession," which is the tough part.

"When I was given my profession, I was a Warrior. I thought it was a very ordinary profession, but it was better than Oda Nobunaga. I must thank the god."

The people around him were also chuckling.

They are so carefree. After all, Nevel is just a small domain. If we were to fight the Mynelia domain in the west, we could be destroyed. In fact, we are in a bit of a crisis.

One reason I've never been happy to be born into the ruling class is that. While a great lord might be different, a small or medium lord can be killed if they make even one political mistake. Sometimes I think it would have been better to be a farmer, free from such fears.

"By the way, the first time my brother went to battle as a Warrior, he suffered a great defeat."

My brother's face turned red. He's so transparent.

This brother is definitely not strong in battle. In fact, he probably has never properly defeated an enemy, despite being a Warrior.

"Don't talk about others like that!"

He should say that while looking in the mirror. Some of the retainers who have served since my father's time frowned, knowing he is incompetent.

A profession grows with the individual's strength, and in the case of a Warrior, their attack and defense are automatically increased by 20%.

A recognized Warrior will almost never lose to a non-Warrior in a one-on-one fight, but Geisel must have neglected his sword training.

"However, Arsrod, you have indeed grown up. That in itself is a good thing."

"Thank you, brother."

Finally, he said something like a brother.

But then he laughed in a creepy way again.

"Here's the thing. I want you to go to the castle that is under attack by the Mynelia forces and take command. It's a small fortress, but it's an important stronghold for our domain. Defend it to the death."

"Are you talking about Naglarod Fortress?"

That's the front line. I could die in battle.

"That's right. To boost morale, it makes sense for the lord's brother to go. Drive away the Mynelia forces. If you retreat and let them take the fortress, you will be held responsible as the commander. That's what it means to be an adult who has been given a profession."

In other words, if I retreat, I will be executed.

I will die in the fortress eventually.

If I run, I will be executed.

I was suddenly placed in a desperate situation.

"Answer me. You are my vassal. As the lord's brother, there are things you must do. Fight to the death to protect the Nevel domain that we inherited from our father."

Indeed, protecting the Nevel domain is my duty.

A lord must protect the people and the land with their life. That is the job of a lord.

I will do it. And I will survive.

"Understood. I will go to Naglarod Fortress immediately!"

I plan to update again around 11:00 AM today!