Second Choice Noble Son: Apparently I’m Stronger Than the Summoned Heroes Chapter 33 : The Howl Beyond the Fence

Life in the borderlands was different.

Each morning, Father inspected the half-ruined walls, sword on his back even as his steps grew slower.

Mama taught letters by candlelight, though she scolded whenever I snuck outside to “practice” fireballs. And every night, the wind carried sounds from the corrupted wilds—distant, hungry, never human.

I had grown used to it. Almost.

That day, I sat in the yard, chalking shaky runes into the dirt. My small palm glowed faintly, fire sputtering weakly into life.

[Fireball – Proficiency: 563/1000]

Halfway there. My chest throbbed with exhaustion, but my grin stayed wide. Greater Fireball, Vermillion Spark… just a little more.

Then—

Crack.

The sound ca from the treeline. Not the snap of wind or the sway of branches. Sothing heavier. Deliberate.

I froze, head jerking toward the forest’s edge.

The HUD blinked.

[Threat Detected]

[Species: Border Beast – Class: Lesser Howler]

[Status: Hunting / Hungry]

A pair of eyes glead between the trees, low and sharp, glowing faintly in the twilight.

My little heart pounded. It’s inside… past the boundary.

The creature stepped forward. Its body was twisted, wolf-like but stretched too long, its jaw crooked, teeth dripping black saliva. Its claws dug into the dirt as it prowled closer, lips peeled back in a snarl.

I stumbled backward, my hand lifting instinctively. Mana surged, fla flickering weakly to life.

“F-Fireball—!”

A small fla burst from my palm, hitting the dirt short of the beast. It growled, unimpressed, and began to stalk faster.

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My chest heaved, my knees shaking. The HUD pulsed again:

[Mana: Low]

[Warning: Vessel Strain – 74%]

Too weak… too small…

But then I rembered Elara’s words, her forehead pressed to mine before she left: “I’ll be the sword that cuts down anyone who dares touch you.”

I clenched my teeth. She wasn’t here. Which ant I had to be my own sword.

The beast lunged—

“ROOGA!”

Mama’s voice rang out, thunderous. In the next instant, the air itself warped. Gravity slamd into the beast like an invisible fist, crushing it to the ground. Bones cracked, dirt splintered, and its howl choked into silence.

I collapsed to my knees, sweat streaming down my face, my tiny Fireball sputtering out.

Selene stord across the yard, silver hair blazing like fire in the setting sun. She knelt, scooping into her arms, her voice shaking.

“You reckless fool… you could’ve been—”

Her words broke, but her grip tightened until I could hardly breathe.

The HUD blinked faintly:

[New Condition Unlocked: Fear Resistance (Low)]

[First Encounter: Beast]

I buried my face into her shoulder, trembling.

The borderlands weren’t just exile.

They were a battlefield.

When the Lesser Howler’s body was dragged into the yard, Father was waiting.

He stood with his arms crossed, his fra thinner than it once was, but his presence still heavy.

The beast’s twisted form lay at his feet, black saliva staining the ground, its broken limbs twisted under Selene’s gravity.

His eyes narrowed.

“So. It begins.”

Selene’s jaw tightened. “It crossed the boundary, Darius. If I hadn’t been there—”

“I know.” His voice was steady, but his grip on his sword hilt was white-knuckled. “This is the borderlands. This is why they sent us here. Not to watch fields. Not to guard towns. But to bleed.”

He crouched beside the corpse, running his hand over its matted fur. His fingers ca away stained with black mana that hissed faintly against his skin.

“Corruption runs deep here,” he muttered. “It seeps into the beasts, twists them. This wasn’t just a stray. It was hunting.”

Selene’s arms tightened around , her voice sharp. “And what if it had gotten to Rooga first? What then?”

Father looked at her, then at —small, trembling, my hands still stained with soot from my failed Fireball. His sharp gaze softened, if only slightly.

“The boy needs to learn,” he said quietly.

Selene bristled. “He’s three, Darius.”

“And yet, the beasts won’t wait until he’s grown.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

Father straightened, his voice firm. “From today, we treat this land for what it is. Not exile. Not punishnt. A battlefield. We build walls, we set watches, and we sharpen our blades.”

He turned his gaze toward again, and for a mont, the weight of the Lion’s pride bore down on my tiny fra.

“Rooga,” he said, his tone softer but no less serious. “If you’re to survive here… you must never let fear freeze your hands again. Do you understand?”

My throat was dry, but I forced a nod.

The HUD flickered faintly:

[Bond Update: Darius Valemont – Respect Earned]

[New Condition Strengthened: Fear Resistance → Moderate]

Father’s eyes glead—not with despair, but with fire.

“Good. Then we begin tomorrow.”