Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Have you arrived, Lord Logan?

Ah. You seem less tired than yesterday. Haha, I look forward to working with you.

My apologies for showing you such an embarrassing side yesterday

Why should you be sorry for that? Its the damn tower masters problem, not yours.

Grik, with a bitter smile on his face, was interrupted by Clayton, who towered a full head taller than him, suddenly appearing behind him.

Your Highness, lets not waste time with pleasantries and get going quickly. Wouldnt you agree its best to wrap up the work as soon as possible?

Master! Kuh-hem. My apologies, Lord Logan. Our master tends to be rather straightforward with words.

What! What now? Did I speak wrongly?

As Grik gestured with his hand, the previously quiet disciples rushed over and pulled at Claytons robe, dragging him back.

Claytons thick eyebrows wriggled as if he was about to explode with anger, but

Kuhng. Alright, you brats. Let go! I wont say another word.

Grik sighed lightly as he heard Clayton grumble.

Our master isnt one to fuss over courtesies His expression may be rough, but his heart is warm. Your understanding would be appreciated.

Hmm

Usually, magicians, being rarer than knights, tended to have stronger pride. Even commoners who were chosen believed they were above rural nobles, and that attitude was rather common.

The receptionist at the magic tower yesterday had been one such example, but Grik and his companions lacked that arrogance.

They seemed to have laid down most burdens after enduring many hardships.

For their employer, Logan, meeting such people was a welcome occasion. High-class talents like Clayton who had come for freewhat could be wrong with his blunt manner of speaking?

It is an honor to have the elder of the magic tower with us.

Logan washed away Griks worries with a bright smile.

Logan had prepared three carriages for Clayton and his disciples.

These were six-seater carriages, spacious enough to accommodate several people comfortably, affording the room for everyone to travel divided if needed.

Moreover, he had invested a hefty 5,000 gold to hire experienced coachmen from the Grang transport guild and prepared provisions and tents necessary for camping out.

It was a showcase of Logans care towards the magicians, with the setup indicating his intent to travel continuously, except for the essential breaks for eating and sleeping.

And in this luxurious setting, the gruff-looking Clayton was continuously nagging his disciples to train since the conditions are comfortable.

From Logans perspective, it seemed like senseless coercion, but the disciples accepted Claytons orders with smiles.

Theyre like underlings flattering a murderous leader to survive.

Although it appeared precisely so, genuine sincerity was felt in the smiles of those disciples.

Logan shook his head after a brief moment of observation.

Its not for me to know. I need to focus on my affairs.

The campfire flickered.

Watching the fire burn, Logan cast aside his stray thoughts and once again contemplated the image of the Swordmaster in his mind.

More precisely, the image of his swordplay.

Though he had occasionally thought about it while writing his swordplay manual, the image now came to him more clearly than before.

The calm starry night, as he prepared to camp out, was the best time for concentration.

To stimulate such swordplay here

That day, the Swordmaster had shown Logan more than just the Central Pressure Sword Technique.

Golden light erupted from Logans sword, which he held loosely, forming a tangible blade.

The golden blade, a fusion of external momentum and force, though blurry, had a definite form.

There were no more irregular flashes of golden light.

A blade made tangible by force

If the Swordmaster had seen this, he would have been extremely surprised.

Aura is the transformation of concentrated, compressed force into a new power.

Although the technique shown by the Swordmaster was just a weakened stage of this aura, Logan was not supposed to be able to imitate that technique at his level.

But now, with the evolved power of force, he had managed to do so with his still insufficient skills.

Crackle. Sizzle.

Of course, the shape could not be maintained for long, but the mere fact of its existence was already a tremendous achievement.

Ive done it

He couldnt openly express his joy, considering those around him, but his fists clenched out of happiness.

He had managed to briefly imitate the Force Blade, reputed to only be achievable by the topmost knights.

Furthermore

Whoosh.

The amplifier, focus, dispersal

The force emanating from the sword teased the flames of the campfire, coiling into a round shape, stretching out and demanding various changes.

The pressure of the momentum, fundamental to the feeling of oppression.

This seemed to be truly useful, just as the Swordmaster had claimed.

Unlike the secret techniques of the divine sword, it didnt consume much energy.

It looks like I could use this in real combat.

Central Pressure Sword.

Logan had focused on this vision for days, setting aside his complicated thoughts about the future.

Because of this focus, his achievement came quickly, and he felt an immediate urge to test it.

Im not a child

It was a childish eagerness to swing the new weapon in his hand.

Recently, he felt his mentality rejuvenating as much as his physically younger body.

Well, it cant be helped.

The idea of an unshakable mind despite changes in situation or environment was something only the most powerful or superhumans would claim proverbially.

Above all, he was satisfied with his current life, which was cleansing the regret from his previous life, so it was natural for Logan McLean, the eldest son of the McLean family, to remain over the aging mercenary and separatist he once was.

The important things must not be forgotten. The imperial war. And the civil strife.

Despite the nighttime, the temperature didnt feel too cold, hinting at the approaching summer, but Logans heart was growing colder.

Only a year and a half left.

The death of the king. And the beginning of the civil war.

He had to thoroughly prepare by then to seize the opportunity.

To soar in an instant. When no one can spare us any thought To do that

His worries deepened as much as the enveloping darkness grew deeper.

Cough. A mighty achievement, Your Highness.

Just then, a voice that broke Logans train of thought rang in his ears.

Clayton?

I happen to witness a splendid sight.

Oh, no. Its just a simple skill of mine, nothing more.

I may not know much about Force users, but I am aware that the feat Your Highness has just performed is not something possible at your age.