Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Episode 2

Young Master, here

Yes, thank you. You may leave now. Make sure no one enters this room today.

What?

Why do you keep making me repeat myself?

Oh, no. It just felt strange to be thanked

A sigh came out involuntarily.

Haah Its all my fault, indeed.

The opinions of the servants would change if he changed his behavior, but every time he became aware of a mistake, his conscience pricked him painfully.

And moreover.

Young Master, are you really alright? Youre not still suffering from a headache, are you?

Crack.

He nearly broke the pen he had unwittingly gripped too hard.

Ah! Im fine! Leave, right now!

He shouted loudly, yet Ricks expression brightened a bit.

Yes, yes, understood. Please rest.

Bang.

Judging by the shouting, he seems normal. Go on and see to the tasks.

Yes!

Ugh

The voices outside the door once again made his head throb.

However, he couldnt afford the luxury to worry about such trivialities right now.

What was immediately important was

Hoo

He had to write down everything he could remember before he forgot.

In order to change the future.

I must save them! I must, at all costs!

And to save his family.

While the memory was still vivid, he had to organize the key events of the future.

Among those, the most crucial was clear.

The imperial war.

A war that would break out ten years later.

The disaster that not only brought ruin to his family and younger brother but also the entire nation, triggered by the emergence of Ronian McLain, the youngest Aura user from the wavering McLain household.

He had to plan with the goal of preventing that.

At the very least, I need to grow the power to influence this country until then.

And so, he needed to turn each trial that would come upon the family into a chance for growth.

Especially.

The Territory War that will happen in a year.

A Territory War that erupted suddenly at an unexpected time.

The first trial that needed to be addressed was precisely that.

Originally, as a result of it, the family was halved, and it wasnt until Ronian became an Aura user that theyd go through dark times.

It was an imminent crisis that would strike in one years time.

But I can do it.

Having knowledge of the future was an unparalleled advantage.

Ablaze with hope, Logan passionately scribbled down his thoughts.

Thump.

Hoo That should do it.

Logan rose from his seat with a sigh of relief.

He had recorded all the information in a code known only to him at the current time.

In the code used by the Grandia Liberation Front thirty years in the future.

Even if someone else saw it, they would be clueless.

Just in case

The information Logan had written was, in a literal sense, the affairs of the future.

Even if this document were to spread now, it wouldnt be possible to figure out what happened to him overnight, but suspicions about the source of the information would start to grow over time.

And if it ever spread that he had regressed to the past,

the Order of the Nine Great Gods, the continents most powerful force with a different significance from the Empire, would turn against him.

He had seen more than once how the dogmatic Order dealt with heretics or those who committed blasphemy.

The moment he got entangled, not only he but also his family would not escape disaster.

Therefore, it was a secret he couldnt reveal even to his closest allies.

He checked the content on the paper carefully once more to make sure there was no error or chance of leakage.

Good.

Only then did he start his second task.

In some respects, this was as important as the information about the future.

The Manual of the Gods Sword.

A tome embroidered with a golden hawk, which Logan had burned before returning to the past.

The grand manual named Gods Swordsmanship was indeed a treasure of worth.

A hero who had conquered the evil dragons ruling the ancient world and ushered in the Age of Men.

A manual from the ancient hero who was later worshiped even as a Sword God was, in the current continent where an individuals power could determine social status and authority, an invaluable treasure.

The imperial high command celebrated upon hearing about the retrieval of such a manual from the ruins, and the Grandia Liberation Front was ready to sacrifice most of its elite to secure it.

He was its last owner.

He was entrusted with the treasure simply because he was fluent in ancient languages, and he ended up chased to his death as a result.

I must write it down before I forget.

The manual he memorized to train talents of the resistance.

If its content proves true, mastering it would bring forth the ultimate technique that even the Empires Aura Masters and Grand Magicians wouldnt need to fear.

Its possible. Absolutely.

In his previous life, his age was far past the point of starting something anew, and he also lacked talent. But now, things were different.

He was young, not yet of age.

And

Woom.

The golden energy that rose in response to Logans will flowed along his body.

The force of life, Force.

A power he couldnt even dream of at this stage in his previous life now amplified his expectations.

Squeeze.

Physical youth and experience with the Force. If these merged harmoniously, even with his deficient talent, he might be able to master this ancient manual.

No, he would certainly master it.

Ronian, this time you wont have to struggle alone. Absolutely.

An overwhelming expectation for a changed future made his heart beat faster.

After organizing all the critical matters he must never forget, his goal became clear.

What I need to focus on now is obvious.

The upcoming Territory War in a years time.

He had to overcome this crisis first.

I can do it. So, the first thing to do is

Logan began fervently brainstorming ideas, as if the Territory War was about to start at any moment.

However

* * * 10 hours later.

Thunk.

The final conclusion reached after much deliberation and headache was clear.

Theres nothing I can do

Logan, having spent the night to the point of pallor, slumped over his desk, his face cupped in his hands.

To win the Territory War, what needed to be done was simple.

Strengthening the territorys military power.

And what was needed to achieve that was also clear.

Strengthening the knights or soldiers, or enhancing and developing weapons.

There were a few ideas he came up with immediately, but they all

Money, I need money.

It was not just a mere problem like his current poor reputation.

Even if his reputation had been good and he had been a solid heir, nothing would have changed.

We were a famously penniless noble house. Damn it.

He needed a way to earn money. And he needed a great deal of it, quickly, in the near future.

Such a convenient method

It couldnt be possible

Thump. Thump.

No matter how much he banged his head against the desk, nothing came to mind.

Just yesterday night, he was happy to have hope.

He felt like punching his yester-self.

If only I had regressed like 5 years, no, even just 3 years earlier