Chapter 47

Chapter 47

47. Silver Badge Mercenary (2)

“······.”

Gerik growled at Benrik who stood receiving the shock.

“If you do not disappear from in front of the eyes right now I will break the skull.”

─Kkiik···tak.

‘It was not because we pay a lot of taxes···.’

He learned a shocking truth that is of no help whatsoever in life and only makes the mood unpleasant for no reason.

He returned to the lodging half out of it.

─Keoeoeo···!

According to Gerik’s words a pitiful guy who is scheduled to be forcibly independent somewhere soon like himself was sleeping with a peaceful face not knowing the world.

Honestly Yerik was not that worrying. This guy has a lot of fear, but his sense is quick so it seems he will somehow live well begging.

The third Jerik is···.

Hmm, this guy is a bit worrying.

Jerik had problems with his head since birth. So his speech was unclear, and even simple calculations were burdensome.

Benrik lay his body on the bed. He put his arm under the head and continued thinking.

‘Jerik, Durik, Aldrik, Yulrik···.’

The consciousness flowed and flowed, and continued even to the youngest sibling Searik.

His younger sister who is now one year old.

‘Surely he won’t chase out Searik too.’

Still she is a girl.

Gerik also seemed to die for Searik unlike other siblings, but one does not know.

It does not seem the blood of the tribe will bypass just because she is a girl.

“······.”

As for Benrik he actually secretly diverted byproducts while hunting magical beasts for a long time, and had privileges, and even had knowledge from the previous life.

But his younger siblings have really nothing except a bit strong strength.

Nothing.

···Hmm, anyway he has to prepare some method.

He had lived thinking he has no connection with things like sibling affection for life, but it seems there was a sense of responsibility as the eldest son that even Benrik himself did not know.

‘The most effective and certain is of course money.’

Money···.

It was a night when the worry deepened.

***

The next morning at John’s restaurant.

“I plan to stay here for a while.”

Benrik crumpled his expression pak.

“No, why?”

Yerik stealthily, picked up the stew bowl placed in front of him and moved to another table.

Even at the sullen retort Gerik was no longer angry.

Only absurd.

“···Do I need your permission to stay in Bromwood?” “It is not that though.”

Gerik who clicked his tongue short at the child who shrugged his shoulders as if nothing said.

“The Count entrusted one job.” “A job?”

Ah, that then?

“That thing of seeing a child riding on a magical beast’s back and running?” “Correct. Anyway because the traces left on the wolf corpse bothered me I said I would do it. Of course I think the thing about the child that quarter said is nonsense.”

Gerik who was answering obediently suddenly stopped his words and glared at Benrik.

“······You this bastard, you heard it all?”

Was it not a sound made to be heard. It did not look like he particularly intended to hide.

Since the story came out.

“What were the words about freeman or something at that time?”

It was strange that he spoke as if originally he was not an imperial citizen.

“There is nothing to know.” “Don’t do so and tell a bit.”

Gerik who dismissed truly did not give even one word of reply after that.

Does he think there is no one to solve the curiosity if not himself.

***

When Gerik left taking Yerik to track the Black-Striped Fang, as if taking over the baton Drenor returned.

He came to report to the Count, and stopped by for a while to see Benrik’s swordsmanship.

“Freeman?” “Yes, because what the two of you were saying at that time bothered me.”

Benrik answered while moving following Drenor’s guidance.

“Has Gerik never told you separately?” “I only heard that when very young he crossed the border.” “Indeed, Gerik is not the personality to spill such stories in detail.”

─Buung!

“Up to here. Let’s rest for a while then do it.”

Drenor who said so sat on the bench. Benrik also put down the wooden sword and took a place randomly in front of him.

“Barbarians who crossed the border must have an enlightenment period to prove loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor and dedication to the empire. Only then is the identity badge issued.” “Enlightenment···?”’

Benrik’s expression became subtle.

“As far as I know your father that period was very long.”

It seems it was much over 10 years.

Moreover even after fulfilling all the obligations and issuing the identity badge there were very many nobles who wanted to use him by attaching this and that pretexts.

It was all a matter that happened because Gerik was superior to ordinary barbarians.

No matter how strong an individual’s martial force is one cannot face a nation.

‘···So that is why he set the day like that.’

He now knew the reason Gerik reacted prickly when first meeting the old knight.

Gerik does not know that Drenor was originally a commoner.

But for that he did not look quite formless with the Count of Bromwood?

“The Count helped somewhat in cutting that loop.” “That was so.”

Benrik who was nodding suddenly recalled something.

“Then do I also have to fulfill that obligation later to receive the identity badge? Yerik too?”

When asking with a serious expression, Drenor shook his head with a warm smile.

“It is a story that only applies to barbarians who crossed the northern border. Since Gerik gave birth to you in the empire in the state of becoming a freeman, you do not have to.”

It was a fortunate word while listening.

Unpaid labor, just thinking of it is not horrible?

‘Hmm father···.’

No let’s not understand, is there something to understand that one understands that human.

Then the old knight asked.

“Is the curiosity all solved?” “Ah yes, thank you, Sir.” “Then, shall we start again now.” “Yes.”

When Benrik picked up the wooden sword and stood up from the place Drenor said.

“At this point it seems the basics are sufficiently learned, so let’s change the method.”

He picks up another wooden sword and lightly swings it in the empty air and continues the words.

“Try rushing at me once, you have to learn practical sense too.” “At Sir?” “Yes, you can run wild as much as you want.”

When Drenor said, Benrik’s eyes sparkled like stars.

‘As much as I want···?’

Even otherwise he was in the middle of wanting an opportunity to properly test.

“Can I use mana?” “Of course.”

Drenor answered confidently.

After feeding Gerik a big one whenever he tried to operate only mana he opened axe eyes and glared so there was no opportunity to properly utilize.

Of course he secretly operated in the gaps, but he was not greatly feeling the practical effect other than the ‘sense’ that the movements became lighter and the strength increased greatly.

Seuk···.

Drenor who put one hand behind his back raised the sword and aimed at the child.

“Try rushing with the single thought of killing this old man.”

***

─Ttaak!

The wooden sword with iron core rang dully.

The heavy vibration was transmitted intact along the grip, but that power exceeded Drenor’s expected value.

‘······It is heavy.’

It is a powerful strike to the degree that cold sweat seeps in the grip of the hand behind the back. The problem was that this heavy strike did not originate from coincidence.

It does not even seem he is putting in strength particularly yet each and every move was absurdly heavy.

‘···Is this the monstrous strength I only heard of in words?’

Clearly he harbored the thought of looking after, and proposed sparring to the child.

Far from looking after it seems if he lets his guard down even a little he will show an embarrassing appearance.

Drenor swallowed a troubled groan inside and drew the sword horizontally.

The child who lightly avoided the attack did not retreat and rather dug deeply toward Drenor and thrust the sword.

Oosak, Drenor who saw the attack shot as a single point felt his liver chill.

With a hair’s difference he twisted his body and let the sword aiming at the heart flow but the child as if expecting immediately twisted the sword path.

“···!”

When Drenor knocked the sword away, using that rebound as much as possible he opened distance far and landed on the ground.

“Hehe···.”

Drenor who saw that appearance let out an absurd laugh.

‘That movement···.’

That very movement was the biggest cause that flustered Drenor.

Humans are creatures dependent on visual information. Even aura users did not bypass that natural truth.

The light and agile movements unique to a child and flexible attacks.

The discrepancy between the information the unconscious accepts and the heavy attack was considerable.

─Taak! Taktak!

“The attack just now would have been better to flow and dig inside instead of retreating.” “Ah···! That is so. Then one could have stabbed the gap.” “···That is so.”

Drenor who was exchanging swords for a while realized that he was making one more, a very solid illusion.

‘···Learning practical sense?’

Learning sense. The child was a child specialized in practical combat more than anyone. Probably because he grew thrown into the wild from young.

If what was held in the hand was not a wooden sword but a real sword surely someone would have seen blood.

─Huuk!

Drenor who noticed Benrik gasping for breath said.

“Like stamina one has to learn the sense of fighting while appropriately distributing mana. Mana is consumed more steeply than you think. When the body is full of mana it is hard to notice well.” “Huu···! Yes···!”

At the child’s vigorous answer Drenor who chuckled intuited.

Perhaps the time he teaches the child might not be that long.

***

“Aigo I will die···.”

How long has it been since abusing the body like this.

It is hard, but more than that the mood was refreshing more than twice.

‘It seems one can do anything.’

Benrik was currently in the state of overflowing with the most confidence since birth. He was feeling a sense of omnipotence similar to when he used Lucian’s Empty Grandeur.

The only regret is that because of the age restriction he cannot receive dangerous missions.

Like that leading the trembling limbs, Benrik who left the gym arrived at the office.

When opening the door and entering for some reason he could see Bram and Hodge in a mentally sound state conversing on the first floor.

“I have returned.”

The two people who discovered the child entering while trembling fuful chuckled.

“Where is the former captain?” “He left right away.” “Still busy with public and private affairs.”

“Indeed, it is. Now I think he can slowly retire.”

I wish he retires and watches only my sword every day next to me, haha. When thinking eyes met with Bram.

The child said playfully.

“Come to think of it today you did not drink?”

The bald man cleared his throat as if embarrassed.

“Keum, I only showed embarrassing appearances to you.” “Is it one or two days, so what is it?” “Huh?”

“Because the atmosphere seemed a bit serious.”

At the child’s words the two people met eyes.

“Well, it is not that serious.” “We were talking about the silver badge mercenary examination.”

Bram and Hodge said in order. Benrik tilted his head. It seems they are hiding something?

“Silver badge mercenary examination?” “Yes I am trying to take the examination.”

Come to think of it Hodge also said he became a mana user? When leaving alone saying he would face Giles clearly so.

‘Examination···.’

It would not be that the number of requests needed for promotion is insufficient, so is it having time to prove that he became a mana user?

Interest arose.

“That promotion examination, can I also receive it?”

At Benrik’s words Hodge made a troubled expression.

“Hmm. You are still age···.”

He knows there is an age limit though. Actually the reason for limiting to adults is only one.

Worrying that a child will die while showing off courage without knowing.

But Benrik is now a ‘mana user’.

The ability to protect his own body is overflowing.

Perhaps, is there room for flexibility to be exercised?

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Author’s note The delayed duty...! I was anxious that I might not keep it. Thank you for reading today as well.