Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: “Disciple of the Superhuman?”

“A disciple of The Flame Sword?”

“That country bumpkin truly struck gold.”

From all around, there were those who sent envious glances while murmuring among themselves, and

“Your Excellency, please grant me an opportunity to prove my valor!”

“I believe my talents are second to none!”

“I beg of you, give me a chance!”

Young men cried out, their voices tinged with jealousy.

Each of them wore fancy, fitting ceremonial clothes that highlighted their bulging muscles, indicating they were knights or nobles of similar martial prowess.

However,

“Amongst you, is there anyone who became an intermediate knight at the mere age of twenty? Or possess strategies and tactics that have led their family to victory in two critical battles tied to their fate?! Above all…….”

The Count’s harsh scolding diminished the previously loud voices to a murmur.

“Even with such abilities! Who among you would brave the disgrace for the sake of your family and bow your back, selling wares personally in the capital? I, for one, am more impressed by Logan McLaine’s actions than his skills.”

The banquet hall grew silent with those final words.

The way they looked at Logan changed noticeably.

‘Why would he say that…….’

It was more than mere overpraise, as all of it was true.

However, Logan could not respond to those words right now.

The moment he shows even the slightest bit of positive acknowledgment, he would be hooked by the nose, and if he were to forcefully reject, he would provide Beiphros with an excuse for invasion.

Fortunately, Logan had a sturdy shield.

“Your words honor me, but I have already committed myself to a master.”

“Eh? Wasn’t your master your father, Baron Patrick McLaine?”

“That is not the case. Fortunately, I have been blessed with an excellent person as my master.”

“It’s the same either way. Having many mentors in life is beneficial, as is the case with martial mentors. If even The Flame Sword, a renowned aura-user of the kingdom, becomes your new teacher, I’m sure your master would not object.”

Of course, it was a far-fetched story.

Knights were taught to regard their lord, their mentor, and their father with equal reverence.

Originally, this meant to serve one’s mentor as one would serve their sovereign, but it was also interpreted as a caution against serving multiple mentors.

The culture among knights and mages was similar in this regard.

Some mentors even restrained their disciples from serving others, fearing the leakage of secrets.

Certainly, the Count was aware of this, making it all a perfect sham.

“Unfortunately, I must decline. My master would surely not permit it.”

Logan’s flat refusal turned the Count’s face stone-cold, and the previously excited atmosphere of the banquet rapidly quieted down.

Nevertheless, the Count’s face soon returned to a smile as he continued,

“Such decisiveness and speed in the young. However, The Flame Sword is scheduled to visit my estate soon. Perhaps you could receive some guidance then. I intend to give this opportunity to all the noble heirs under ‘my command.’ We could even invite your master to join.”

“Ooh…”

“Indeed, that’s the largesse of a Count.”

The Count subtly confirmed McLaine’s inclusion along with the stay of the heirs.

It was then that Logan fully grasped the Count’s intentions.

He sought to ensnare McLaine by any means, whether it be through subjugation or conquest. From the moment Logan set foot here, McLaine’s options had narrowed.

In this situation, he couldn’t outright refuse again.

‘If I refuse, they will seize me, citing insult, or they might even point a sword at me.’

From the start, they had only presented him with one choice.

‘It’s fortunate I had anticipated this and have prepared accordingly.’

Hoping that his countermeasures would not be late, Logan simply bowed his head.

“Thank you for the generous offer. Given your insistence, I cannot refuse. I look forward to it.”

As Logan made these complicated considerations and stepped back,

“I am grateful that you have accepted my offer, Young Master Logan.”

The Count glanced around with a smile on his face.

“The decision of McLaine shall be the starting point for the Southwest to unite once again. And…….”

Pausing deliberately to draw attention, the Count then resumed,

“Prior to organizing this event, there had already been several discussions. Circles close to mine, like Knight Jeff Percival and Baron Derek Lupman had long promised to unite beneath Beiphros’ banner.”

Those from the mentioned families, already aware, nodded along, while only the faces of Phereta’s party turned solemn, having known of this beforehand.

“In this venue, to honor their allegiance, I intend to present the heirs with fitting gifts.”

Clap, clap.

With the sound of clapping, the banquet hall doors opened once more.

Ten knights – not servants – escorted a cart into the hall, seeming to guard it.

Clunk.

A silk cloth laid over the display stand on the wheeled cart, and atop it sat two transparent glass cases.

The items within the cases captivated everyone’s gaze.

A beautiful longsword flashed alluringly, its slender, silvery blade and radiant luster catching the light.

A huge warhammer, whose simple shape was complimented by the undulating blue light, as tall as an average adult man.

The unusual luster of these items revealed their identity as uncommon weapons.

“Artifacts?!”

“If the color of the magic is that deep, they must be at least 3rd class…”

“Of course. Given the Count’s reputation, they must be treasures worth at least several tens of millions of gold.”

“Truly a collector of treasures…”

Artifacts.

Magical tools crafted with materials imbued with or inserted with magic, to exert magical effects perpetually.

While elemental circle mages could also create artifacts, most often it was the class mages, commonly referred to as the wizard faction, whose artifacts were highly versatile.

For this reason, artifacts were typically classified by the class of the enchantment.

Despite their versatility, production cost was immense, as even the cheapest material used was typically mithril – not to mention the wizard’s labor fee, which drove prices sky-high.

Thus, ordinarily, artifacts crafted as weaponry were enchanted with magic of at least 3rd class or higher.

To craft a 3rd class artifact, the services of a 5th class wizard were needed, inflating the price to astronomical levels.

‘Giving such things as gifts? Indeed…’

Logan couldn’t help a bitter smile of admiration.