I Regressed to My Ruined Family Chapter 119

I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 119

#When I returned, my family was ruined (120)

“I will exercise my right to challenge.”

After being blown away on the first day.

Mileton was exercising his right to challenge every ti he conducted a morning class. It was the sa today.

“Willpower isn’t bad.”

“Today is on a different level from yesterday. So… you should be nervous.”

Mileton.

The guy’s eyes were shining brightly. Ethan smiled as his eyes glowed with the will to win and the desire to win.

‘You do have one useful talent.’

Even though you are beaten every day, you exercise your right to challenge without giving up.

That ant that he had quite a persistent spirit.

Training was ultimately a fight against oneself.

A long and arduous process of training.

One of the qualities that one must possess in order to achieve great success was an unbreakable tenacity like an iron tendon.

Those who achieved transcendence most likely had that kind of vicious spirit. To beco big, you need that kind of grit.

That’s why I was quite happy with his attitude as a knight.

So much so that he suddenly rembered the knights who had followed him to death in his past life.

“Raise your sword.”

Mileton drew his sword.

A rival of a lifeti.

He had already designated that rival in his mind.

He looked at Duke Ethan.

Starting with your status, wealth, reputation, and skills.

He could truly be said to be a person who could stand shoulder to shoulder with himself, the successor to the Lacian duchy.

I will show my rivals that I am different from yesterday.

“Then let’s go! Haap!”

Mileton rushed towards the duke, using the Reverse Heavenly Sword technique to its full potential.

This ti too, not a single ounce of mana blood in the duke’s sword.

‘Focus!’

“That’s bullshit.”

“It’s not enough.”

“Don’t use mana like that.”

One week of classes.

What Mileton heard in that class was scathing criticism.

I was embarrassed at first.

However, as the class continued, Mileton’s face beca more and more serious.

That’s because the words the duke pointed out were words that could perfectly complent his own shortcomings.

Now, as each day passes, I can feel that my skills are changing.

Rotate mana.

After balancing the conflict.

Fusion of energy.

finally.

‘It spits out that power explosively!’

The technique of the reverse heavenly sword technique was written over the wooden sword holding the mile turn.

Ethan’s eyes lit up when he saw that.

‘Hoo.’

Is it because I was beaten to death for a week?

I wonder if it’s a reverse heavenly sword or sothing.

For the first ti, Mileton was using his family’s arcane swordsmanship ‘correctly’. Ethan grinned at the sight of Mileton being attacked at explosive speed.

‘Still, it’s the best among the late-stage indices.’

this guy.

I learned faster than I expected.

Of course, the comparison group was not myself.

Because that was a very cruel thing for that guy.

He whispered to Mileton who was running towards him.

[I said it was a reverse heavenly sword.]

‘…?’

[This would be close to the perfect form of swordsmanship.]

Mana blood above Ethan’s wooden sword.

Rotation collision explosion fusion.

It was mana that perfectly captured that essence and blood.

“…!”

Mileton widened his eyes.

I could definitely feel it at this mont. The Duke’s Reverse Heavenly Sword is closer to perfection than the Reverse Heavenly Sword that he has been training for his entire life.

The difference in talent feels so far away. Suddenly, several scenes played in Mileton’s mind.

“You are truly lacking.”

“Raythian’s future is dark.”

“Never forget what you have invested in yourself.”

“effort. “That’s the best you can show.”

Duke Gerond.

My father was always like that.

Because he always gave cold remarks after showing us the difference in talent that seed unattainable.

It felt like a dizzying sense of déjà vu was piercing my skin and hitting my heart. But Mileton did not despair.

During his countless hours of training in the family, all he heard was scathing criticism.

It was the sa even after obtaining the title of the Kingdom’s Best Sword.

‘I was always lacking.’

But I didn’t despair.

I have always worked hard.

That’s why he was able to beco the kingdom’s best king.

‘Because it’s not enough.’

I won’t give up.

never!

It was then.

Mileton’s mana began to flow very naturally.

A little faster rotation.

A slightly more sophisticated collision.

A slightly softer fusion.

finally.

Even a slightly more destructive explosion.

The change occurred in a split second.

Coo!

A huge explosion sounded through the training ground.

Before I knew it, the two wooden swords were clashing with each other and letting out screams.

The impact of force only lasted for a mont.

Mileton’s mana slowly subsided. The internal mana flow began to change rapidly.

At this mont, Mileton was having a hard ti just accepting the change in himself.

“Huh, huh, huh…”

It was when I was catching my breath.

“It looks like you’ve mastered at least the basics.”

“…!”

Mileton’s eyes widened at Ethan’s words. For the past week, I received private lessons from him in the morning under the pretext of being last place.

During that ti, the duke had never once uttered such a word.

Except for this mont.

“Having the basics….”

“It’s literally like that. “I went from using the sword without understanding the thod at all to starting to use the sword with my own understanding of the thod.”

“….”

Mileton looked blankly at the Duke. The reverse heavenly sword that the duke showed just before the collision ca to mind. As I thought about it, one thing began to deeply dawn on .

‘…I deliberately showed you my tricks.’

Look.

And follow along.

This is exactly what you do.

It was an unexpected help.

‘…Sheesh.’

Still, perhaps because it was the sa article, there seed to be so aspects worth acknowledging.

but.

Then wouldn’t he be able to call himself his rival?

‘…There were definite results in today’s sparring.’

Unlike the past week when I flew out of the training ground without even once clashing my swords.

Didn’t we clash swords and compete for power today?

‘…I received so help in my own way.’

Since he had generously taught his tricks over the past week, it was only right for him to show at least so courtesy as a knight.

‘Now that I’ve mastered the basics, this morning’s class will be the last…’

Mileton, who was looking at the duke, slightly lowered his head.

“Thank you….”

“It’s done. “The guy is disgusting.”

“….”

What a damn human being.

Mileton asked, gritting his teeth slightly.

“…I guess the lesson is completely over now, right?”

“There’s a lot to hope for from a last place subject.”

“I always said it, but at that ti, my energy and blood were so bad that I couldn’t help it…”

“That, too, is your skill in the end. “Don’t make excuses.”

“….”

Ethan said while looking at Mileton.

“Starting tomorrow, we will move into the basic stage. “Make sure you are prepared.”

“…yes? “Basic level?”

“What I have learned so far is just at the basic level.”

What you learned in one week is at best a basic course?

‘I really have to practice all day…’

I could barely keep up with the class?

Mileton’s face beca blank.

Then he shook his head.

‘No. This is actually an opportunity.’

The duke was too careless. This was a fact that could be seen just by looking at the secrets he generously passed down to him.

‘I’ll definitely use this opportunity to learn all the secrets.’

I will exercise my right to challenge with even more advanced skills and achieve victory.

If that happens, he will be able to regain both his honor and Ysera’s love.

Suddenly, I felt a prickling deep inside my heart.

Mileton’s conscience.

It started to scream little by little.

‘Uhm….’

Watching the ga fairly and helping them gain their own level of honor as they are rivals…

That’s when.

“It’s a peacock!”

From a distance, Isera could be seen running, holding a square container.

“Isera! “Good morning…”

Ysera, who had passed Mileton’s greeting, began to shyly look at the duke with a bright red face.

“Uh… Duke. “Have you had breakfast?”

“yet.”

“Then would you like to eat together? “I just happened to make breakfast once.”

…what?

Ysera made the lunch box?

Not only did he make a lunch box so early in the morning, but he asked us to eat together with that feminine expression?

Mileton’s insides slowly turned black. Jealousy began to bloom like an active volcano.

It was then.

“…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cook. “Do you even know how to make food?”

The Duke asked a question that went far beyond the line.

‘You damn bastard!’

Just because Isera made the food, I should have bowed in gratitude and ate it, but here she is, with her face crumpled, asking if I have ever cooked a dish?

It was to the point where I began to doubt whether that guy was truly a human being with human empathy.

What’s more shocking is.

“Oh… I practiced kite! many. It will be delicious… Hehe…”

Ysera began to make excuses while crossing her fingers.

“…okay. Oh. “I don’t think he even ate breakfast.”

“Ah…”

Isera scratched her cheek as if she was in trouble and opened the lid of the lunch box. What she took out was a thick rice ball.

“eat. “Is this enough?”

“Uh…huh? too… ugh!”

“You say it’s enough? Let’s go quickly. Duke. “The food will get cold.”

While Mileton, whose mouth and feet were tightly bound by mana, let out a silent scream.

“Then let’s eat and co back.”

The Duke and Ysera walked away carrying the lunch box.

‘…Damn you! He looks like a guy who wouldn’t be able to get enough of being fried in a bucket of shit!’

Fair competition?

no.

At this mont, Mileton’s mind was clearly tinged with darkness.

‘I’m going to suck up all the secrets.’

And when the duke is at his weakest, he will use his right to challenge without hesitation.

The mont Ysera completely disappeared from sight, the restrictions on mana were lifted.

“….”

Mileton, who was staring at the rice ball, took a bite of it.

“Keeek! Cough! Cough! what!”

I scread.

This wasn’t the rice ball he knew.

It’s sothing that ‘pretends’ to be a rice ball.

‘Hmm…’

Mileton seriously considered.

Are cooking skills important in love?

It wasn’t.

Because I was able to survive by eating food in moderation.

If he could win Isera’s love, he was willing to ‘give up’ this much.

‘Hehe… ‘What about you?’

Mileton rembered the Duke and smiled in remorse.

“…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cook. “Do you even know how to make food?”

Just by looking at him, he was extrely picky about food, as if he had a child’s taste buds.

There was no way I wouldn’t say sothing bitter after eating food like this.

Ysera would definitely be hurt by that and return to find a man who would take care of her.

When Mileton was smiling like that.

On the one hand, the academy.

“Ha… was this the best?”

“yes?”

“…never make food again in the future.”

After taking a bite of the rice ball, the Duke spoke in a cold tone and imdiately turned back.

Isera’s cheeks, who were staring blankly at the lunch box, slowly began to turn red.

‘Oh my god! How good….’

From the sigh he made as if he didn’t know what to do, to the way he uttered words of rejection in a cold tone.

Ysera’s heart was already filled with ecstasy.

If Mileton had seen it, he would have fallen backwards and fainted.