Reincarnated as the Adopted Son of a Prestigious Swordsmanship Family Chapter 4 : Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Execution (1)

In his past life, Exa was a half-wit.

He possessed the worst possible flaw for a martial family, the inability to feel or possess mana.

‘That’s not ctera’s fault, though.’

His adoptive father in his past life had done his best.

He procured life-saving elixirs he had never even heard of before.

He, who detested magic, went to et the masters of the Mage Towers one by one.

He even requested counsel from the Sage’s Castle and the Holy Church.

‘He did everything he could.’

That was why he held no ill will toward his adoptive father from his past life.

As the head of the family, it was only natural for him to prioritize the family above all else.

The expulsion was the proper course of action.

Simurtr, unlike his past self, even felt a sense of gratitude towards deoban.

‘In a way, he gave the opportunity to et my master.’

The master he t on the outside had sought out his friend, a dragon, for the sake of his disciple, and succeeded in engraving the secret techniques of his school into his disciple’s soul.

He beca able to perceive mana and contain it.

The mana that had been dormant in his heart began to rapidly course through his entire body.

Just as blood is sent to every corner of the body, mana moved along its circuits.

It was not the ctera way of operation.

Simurtr had learned the thod from his past life. No, it was the only thing he could learn.

The manuscript he had obtained at the age of five, he had only read it.

The mana completed one circuit through the body’s passages in an instant. The ti it took to rotate was faster than the blink of an eye. Then a second.

‘Two rotations. That ans I’m barely at the 2nd Star.’

That dizzying speed was also a symbol of the Star-Breaking Style, bestowed by his master and engraved upon his soul.

Star-Breaking Style.

The secret art of single succession learned from his master. A colossal power that shatters stars, created by the first Star breaker to fight against a star.

‘The 2nd Star.’

It was a pathetic level of progress and achievent. Though, considering his 16-year-old self from his past life, it was an excellent achievent…….

‘Can I escape with this?’

Simurtr raised his head and looked around.

His mana was not suppressed. There was no one here with the skill to do so. This was ctera, which despised magic.

‘No. Even if I could break through, I shouldn’t. I can’t leave ctera.’

The Execution Office. And in it, the largest execution chamber.

The execution chamber was located in the center of the Execution Office, with other offices ford around it like a circular colosseum.

‘I think I’m fucked.’

Simurtr, bound by both arms in the middle of that execution chamber, scanned his surroundings once.

There weren’t that many people.

In front, an old man who appeared to be the Execution Head.

In the seat to the right behind him, the third son, Beden, who had just regained consciousness, and a middle-aged woman clutching him dotingly.

‘…And to the left.’

A girl of his age, watching with interest.

A boy, also of his age, frowning.

‘The boy must be Jahar, and the girl Ael. The first and second.’

They were the children of the first wife. Their features matched the description ram had given. Born in January and December. Siblings of the sa age.

‘Power is king.’

It was obvious that this had been hastily arranged.

The charges were laughable, too. He could understand leaving the place of exile, but insulting and assaulting a direct descendant?

To think a day would co when fighting was a cri in ctera.

‘This isn’t right.’

Is this ctera?

He had thought it was quite different from the ctera of his past life.

But experiencing it firsthand left him speechless.

Just how much of a ss was the current Sword Master?

‘Two adoptive fathers, both Sword Masters. It’s certainly strange. No, the strangest thing is reincarnation, isn't it?’

Sword Master Orde.

The current Duke of ctera was the younger brother of the previous Sword Master, Gerehk.

He had inherited the position of Sword Master after Gerehk’s death.

‘Still, if he beca the Sword Master, his skills shouldn’t be so poor as to be ignored like this.’

ctera was different from other noble families.

To beco the Sword Master ant that, according to tradition, one had defeated the current Head of the Swords.

It was impossible that he had lost. If so, ctera would be the type to insist on bringing in an adopted son to create a stronger swordsman.

The fastidious Head of the Swords would not accept a weak swordsman reigning above them.

‘Is it because he’s a pushover?’

He had heard rumors among the swordsn that he was weak-willed, but he had never seen him in person.

He had not participated in the Doom War.

As he looked at Beden, who had just gotten up and was groaning, his eyes t with the middle-aged woman’s.

“How dare you! Still haven’t co to your senses!”

Her venomous voice pierced his ears. It was so sharp that he unknowingly furrowed his brow.

Like mother, like son.

The middle-aged woman was the second wife. Beden’s mother.

‘Her na was Janya, right?’

The very person who had sent the swordsman Keito of the 3rd Sword Order to the estate of exile.

Her maternal family was said to be the County of Jabad. A family he rembered. He rembered them as a quite excellent martial family that wielded the sword.

He didn’t know how they were doing now, but judging from Janya’s words and actions, it didn’t seem to be going so well.

‘No. If they’re connected to ctera, isn’t that a good thing?’

Janya was still glaring at him with wide eyes.

At the sa ti, she stroked the back of the head of Beden, who was in her arms.

The back of his head was particularly swollen.

‘Was I too harsh?’

His opponent was a sixteen-year-old kid.

On the other hand, if he included his age from his past life, he was well over forty.

If a kid directed a parental insult at a middle-aged man, how should that man have reacted?

“This lowly thing still hasn’t co to his senses!”

‘A beating is the only cure for that.’

Seeing that, it seed his actions weren't entirely wrong.

The reason he thought he was half-wrong was that he had chosen the wrong target.

He shouldn't have hit Beden; he should have hit Janya.

‘We seem to be around the sa age, too.’

Janya’s gaze shifted.

She began to look at the Execution Head.

“Simurtr ctera. Is that correct?”

The Execution Head opened his mouth.

Simurtr let out a blatant sigh.

“You seem to have a complaint. Is that correct?”

“You’re right.”

The corner of the Execution Head’s eye twitched.

Insisting on formal address in this situation. Simurtr let out a smirk. ctera wasn't this kind of family.

“You inflicted a serious injury upon Sir Beden ctera. And yet you have a complaint?”

“Since when did ctera treat injuries from a fight as a cri?”

There was a reason ctera was called the sacred ground of the sword.

It didn’t care about background or past cris. It encouraged fights and was crazy about duels. If unavoidable, even killing was acknowledged.

As long as one held a sword.

“Shouldn't the execution be for the loser? A direct descendant, not just a simple swordsman, was defeated, wasn't he? And without even drawing his sword.”

The master of ctera is called the Sword Master.

The Master of the Sword. The imnse weight of that title. It is naturally passed down to the successor.

The bloodline of ctera has a responsibility to uphold that weight.

“Simurtr. You are an adopted son. Not a direct descendant. For lowly blood to carelessly lay a hand on a direct descendant is a grave cri.”

“Lowly blood? Is that right? You’re saying that in ctera?”

Of course, that weight and responsibility lie not in blood, but in the sword.

If you want to be respected, if you want to be treated as a direct descendant, you must prove it with your sword.

“If that’s the case, you should co back after dropping the na of a Hero Family. That great Exa ctera was also from a lowly orphanage.”

The atmosphere in the execution chamber turned cold.

“Wow.”

That’s the adopted son who was in exile?

The second child, Ael, was impressed.

His words were ones that would automatically bring to mind the elders of the main estate.

“The Head of the Swords would really like him, wouldn’t they?”

It was like listening to a textbook. Simurtr was spitting out only the words that the Head of the Swords would love to hear.

“That is, if he can prove his ability. The 6th Head of the Sword would draw his sword if he found out, though.”

“Right. Since he’s an ardent follower. If he finds out the hero was insulted, the Execution Office will collapse.”

The siblings nodded their heads.

Anyone would have thought Simurtr was the direct descendant.

The exiled adopted son possessed a stronger ctera ideology than anyone else.

Even more so than the direct descendant, Beden.

“Enough! Do not cloud the issue. The perpetrator’s statent is aningless.”

Brother. Are you just going to watch?

Ael whispered at the Execution Head’s shout.

She didn’t quite like the fact that her interesting younger brother might be disposed of so soon.

“Let’s watch for now. It won’t be too late to judge after hearing everything.”

Jahar was looking at Simurtr.

He was utterly confident. Though his face was severely contorted, it wasn't with regret.

“It doesn’t seem like the youngest entered the castle without a plan.”

He was annoyed with the current situation.

It was an emotion that couldn't be shown unless one was confident in their own abilities.

“We will now hear the testimony of the victim, Sir Beden ctera.”

“Well, now.”

At the Execution Head's words, Simurtr scoffed. Sir? After speaking informally to ?

“Beden. Can you speak? Should Mommy do it for you?”

“Give a break.”

The sight of the mother and son playing the victim was comical. The Execution Head put on a sad expression while looking at their charade.

He was probably genuinely sad. It seed the Execution Head, like the dead Keito, had thrown his lot in with their faction.

“N-no……. I, I will do it……”

Beden opened his mouth with difficulty.

He stuttered, his pronunciation still difficult due to the shock.

‘When will my backup arrive?’

The more he watched, the more he felt alone.

It would be nice if ram were here.

“I, I went to the west an, annex. I heard the news that the young, youngest had ar…rived.

So, to say hello……”

‘He’s a good actor.’

Simurtr listened with a smile.

At so point, the corners of Beden’s mouth stopped trembling and were held firm.

It ant he was stuttering on purpose.

“As I was greeting him, Simurtr suddenly laid a hand on .”

At so point, Beden stopped stuttering.

His speed also gradually increased.

“He grabbed my face and threw to the ground. For no reason at all.”

As he said that, he showed the back of his head.

There was a large bump there.

He had intentionally not treated it.

“What’s there to be proud of?”

Simurtr blurted out unintentionally.

Because as he kept listening, it was just too embarrassing.

All eyes focused on him, but he didn't care.

This wasn’t an orphanage. A direct descendant of ctera, no less.

If it were , I’d have dunked my head in a puddle and died.

“There seems to be no need to hear the perpetrator’s statent. The circumstances and evidence are clear.”

The head of the office spoke of clarity without even hearing both sides of the story. It was the expected course of action. The result would have been the sa even if that head had been fine.

‘How can I live with this injustice?’

Simurtr turned his head. His eyes t with Jahar’s and Ael’s. The first wife was not present.

She was said to be away from the main estate. The father’s illness was said to be unusual.

‘They won’t help, right? They wouldn’t want to needlessly fight with the second wife’s faction.’

They wouldn’t have helped even if she were here.

A bad relationship was a more fitting expression than a connection.

The two wives were involved in Simurtr’s exile.

‘This is a real ss. The old man is putting up with this?’

The old man.

It was the title the exiled Exa had used to call his forr adoptive father.

Unlike the previous Sword Master, Gerehk, the old man was not yet dead.

The fact that Jahar and Ael were here ant that this matter would soon be known to the Sword Master.

Before long, it would also reach the old man.

And yet, Janya was pushing forward with the execution.

And with such a ridiculous charge.

‘With what confidence?’

Simurtr rembered the old man’s disposition.

Quite so ti had passed, but it couldn't have changed that much.

He valued the family more than his own life. If he could gain tradition and progress at the cost of his life, he would gladly offer it.

‘This sucks.’

Anger was slowly starting to well up.

He had already died an unjust death.

He had just co to the main estate to start sothing, and now he was being treated unjustly again.

In the first place, he wasn't the type to tolerate such things well. He had lived with ram, but they hadn't spent enough ti together for her calm nature to rub off on him.

The only reason he hadn't charged in from the beginning was purely out of concern for ram.

If he caused more trouble here, only ram would get caught up in it.

“Taking into consideration all the factors listed, the exile of Simurtr ctera is hereby re-declared.”

‘He says it like he’s doing a favor.’

If he returned to the estate of exile, Janya’s attacks would begin shortly after.

As proof, a smile was now in full bloom on Janya’s face.

‘No. Does she not know about the failure yet?’

She didn't seem to have a single worry.

Perhaps Janya did not yet know that Keito was already dead.

‘I need ram.’

He assud the news of the execution had gotten out.

That was why he had intended to wait for ram to arrive… but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

“What bullshit……”

Just as he was about to spit out the words he had been holding back.

“Wait……”

Jahar stood up from his seat, and.

Bang!

“Execution Head.”

Soone kicked the door open and entered.

Amidst the showering fragnts of the door, sharp eyes swept over the surroundings.

“How was this session opened? I, the 6th Head of the Sword, did not approve of it.”

Height 210cm. Weight 110kg.

The owner of a massive body with no fat to be found.

…And the escort of Exa from his past life.

“Aran Lubeil?”

At the familiar sight.

Simurtr said it without realizing.