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Chapter 300: Adeline's Letter

Kailan Webern, his fiancée Liliet, Siena Valkenhain, and her troops were waiting for Allenvert at the docks.

“Welcome, Young Master. And to all of you.”

Kailan, looking much healthier than the last time they met, greeted Allenvert.

“I hear you have gained new fame in the short time we have been apart. To think you split a mountain with a single stroke of your sword.”

Allenvert returned his handshake and replied.

“The story has been somewhat exaggerated. It was not a mountain, but a landslide.”

“Haha! Is that not the same thing? That is even more impressive.”

Kailan laughed heartily.

“At this rate, in just ten years, you will be called the Sword Saint of our era.”

“Hah.”

Allenvert shook his head gravely, as if the suggestion was preposterous.

“That is too long. Three years will suffice.”

“Hahahaha!”

While the two men exchanged such jests, Ulbhild and Siena, the cherished daughters of two ducal clans and, strangely enough, two women born with the martial talent to contend for the top spot in their generation, faced each other once more.

‘Hmm.’

Ulbhild’s eyes were sizing up Siena’s skills, which had grown much stronger since their last mock battle, and also…

‘Let’s see what she is like.’

…sizing up Siena as a potential future sister in law.

‘S-sister in law.’

Siena was just as nervous. But she had a strategy of her own.

“Um, Lady Ulbhild.”

Siena began cautiously.

“Please speak, Lady Siena.”

“…Forgive my impertinence.”

Siena said with a determined air.

“May I call you ‘older sister’?”

“…?!”

* * *

After hastily finishing with the various tedious procedures and entering the castle, I found Ghir eating a meal by himself.

“What are you doing?”

You would think he was at some tavern.

“Oh, you are here?”

Ghir waved his hand like a pathetic neighborhood loafer.

“Well, Count Webern was grateful for what happened last time and gave me a place to stay.”

“Well, you did contribute a fair bit.”

Without Ghir, catching Gelberich would have been much harder. I am just that kind of a man.

“I was originally planning to get a room in some back alley, but wouldn’t it be better for me to sleep in a nice bed?”

“That is true.”

It goes without saying, but whether you are the masterpiece of a renowned clan of assassins or not, as long as you are human, it is a natural instinct to prefer a good bed and delicious food.

“Sir Ghir, it has been a while.”

“Is that you, Zizek? You get stronger every time I see you.”

“Oh no, I am still lacking. Since I see and hear so much…”

“No. You have quite a bit of talent yourself. If you had been born into my clan, you would have been put to good use.”

“Gasp, thank you.”

Zizek bowed repeatedly before Ghir.

Well, in reality, for someone like him, Ghir was a being of such a high station that he would not even dare to share a table with him.

“Hey, hey, stop sucking up. Are you a fly? Pathetic bastard.”

“Why are you cursing at me?”

I casually berated Zizek and found a chair to sit on.

“Food made with the precious ingredients of the Lindela River. It certainly is special.”

Come to think of it, in Grunewald, I was served things born and raised in the sea, and in Virgenhrid, things born and raised in the mountains.

“Ahem.”

Siena subtly sat down next to me.

“Young Master, I would like to hear your tales of valor now. How strong were the warriors of Angantyr, and what were their martial arts like? And the poison arts of Grimnar Angantyr…”

“My lady, Rudgarda and I will explain that first.”

The martial arts fanatic, Ulbhild, reacted immediately.

“Ah, I will listen attentively.”

Siena replied with a strangely tense expression.

“Just marching through the rugged Virgenhrid mountain range was a series of hardships.”

Ulbhild recalled.

“There were no roads, and supplies were not easy to come by. So what strategy would the enemy have had to adopt?”

Siena pondered for a moment before answering.

“Hmm, they would have to lure the enemy deep in and then launch surprise attacks to wear down their stamina and lower their morale.”

“Precisely. But their blind spot was that we had the people of Eisenach on our side. With companions who knew the mountains better than anyone else as our guides…”

“Ooh.”

As the two of them instantly launched into a military tale, I had to subtly back away.

‘When did those two get so close?’

I watched as Barclava mingled with the members of the 2nd Battalion of the Special Operations Division, Knut and Ghir suddenly started arm wrestling, Kailan and Liliet spent time alone, and Zizek and Jeffrey chattered away with spittle flying from their mouths, and then…

Swoosh.

I quietly vanished.

“Young Master.”

Regeron was waiting for me in the castle’s spire.

“Regeron.”

“You have waited long. ‘That man’ is waiting at the designated location.”

“Thank you.”

Regeron whispered.

“He is a formidable individual. Zamuel, one of the top martial artists in the kingdom’s northern underworld. Few know of his existence because he moves so secretively.”

However, for an agent of Grunewald’s shadow division, it was only natural to know that much information.

“But Young Master. Forgive my impertinence, but…”

Regeron asked.

“What is your relationship with that man?”

To explain that, it would be quite difficult not to talk about my past life.

Therefore, I could only say this for now.

“…I will tell you when our meeting is over.”

In the end, it was a matter of to whom I would reveal the fact that I was a reincarnator.

* * *

The guards defending Humus Port spotted enemy ships sliding through the morning mist.

“Enemy attack! It is an enemy attack!”

They immediately fired a signal flare, waking the sleeping port.

“Fire! Do not let them land!”

The soldiers, who had been waiting without sleep, immediately unleashed magic, launched catapult stones, and fired ballistae.

Whoosh!

Zing!

An incredible barrage of fire was created with the intent to sink the ships in an instant, and…

“Martial Zenith, Star Crusher.”

As Verdzig clenched his fist, all of those attacks exploded simultaneously in mid-air.

“…!”

“No…”

“What was that?!”

The guards who witnessed the scene were horrified.

“This is not such a great barrage of fire. Is it because their forces are divided?”

Verdzig said, having shot down the enemy’s barrage in a single blow with an ultimate technique of the Heaven-Dominating Limitless Technique.

“Yes. The First Prince’s army has done its part.”

At Harald’s words, Verdzig let out a smirk.

“He had to do at least that much. But it is not enough.”

“Indeed.”

This time, Verdzig fired an ultimate technique towards the coastal fortress.

“Martial Zenith, Dragon Defiance.”

KABOOOOM!

As the ultimate technique, in the shape of a roaring dragon, struck the fortress, the entire wall, including the catapults and ballistae, began to collapse.

“Kuaaaargh!”

Thirty percent of the defending forces evaporated, leaving only their dying screams behind.

“Advance. If we shatter them in the initial engagement with our powerful impact, the rest will easily collapse.”

“Sir!”

While the guards scrambled to recover from the damage and somehow launch their next attack, the three ships approached the port.

“Disembark.”

Verdzig commanded, pointing at the churning sea. Normally, it would have been an impossible order, but…

“I shall part the sea.”

With a single stroke of Verdzig’s sword, which bisected the deep sea, it became possible.

Swoooosh!

The sea, split open by his sword aura, could not easily heal.

“Charge.”

The sight of the soldiers running across the bottom of the sea, which still had not returned to its original state, like a gaping wound, made the defending soldiers turn pale.

“Crazy…”

“Is that a human?”

“A m-monster.”

The vanguard, led by Harald Grimar, succeeded in landing with almost no resistance.

“Take the port!”

“Do not stop, charge!”

Meanwhile, Skella Recrusa, along with the vampires of her clan, was already attacking the port’s command center.

“W-who are you!”

“Gurgle.”

A shocking frontal assault, and a simultaneous surprise attack.

The defending forces of Humus Port, their strength depleted from dealing with the enemy at their rear, began to collapse with astonishing speed.

“…Allen.”

Verdzig, watching the scene from his ship, muttered.

“You have grown stronger. They say you split a landslide.”

He stared intently at the wall of the sea he had parted as it collapsed and filled the bottom, and at the ship swaying in the resulting waves.

“Then I, too, shall become stronger.”

* * *

By the river stood the Tower of the White Spirit, which had once been a lighthouse but was now abandoned.

‘Hmm, the smell is foreign.’

The stench of rotting aquatic plants and the scent of pine resin blown from the docks mixed together, scratching at my nostrils.

In any case, the smell of a freshwater shore, devoid of the salty tang of the sea, was not very familiar to me.

The walls of the abandoned lighthouse were worn down by the current, and aquatic plants, seemingly washed up by occasional floods, were messily entangled on them.

Below the lighthouse, which looked like an abandoned ghost ship…

“Boss.”

There stood Zamuel.

He looked much older than I remembered.

“Is it really you, boss?”

His face had aged, but his voice had not. I replied to the question of my old acquaintance.

“How must I prove myself to you?”

“Well, for starters, I am curious as to why you have not aged.”

“That is a long story.”

I replied.

“…You managed to survive.”

“You too, boss.”

Tears welled up in the eyes of the man who had aged into a sturdy martial artist.

“How have you been, Zamuel? I am glad you survived.”

“Thanks to you buying us time.”

Zamuel sighed.

“I have been clinging to this wretched life.”

“Wretched? Did everyone not survive thanks to you? You have become much stronger.”

“How did you notice Severian?”

“Ah, that guy? He was suspicious from the start.”

I let out a smirk.

“I did not know which side’s spy he was, so I was keeping him around to feed him false information, but I never dreamed he would be a guy you raised.”

“He is a capable fellow. Adeline is fond of him, too.”

“…I see.”

There are names that tear at your heart just by hearing them.

“Adeline. So Adeline has been doing well.”

I had no intention of telling anyone that I had been reincarnated, but…

“Zamuel.”

This man, who had been my lifelong comrade, had the right to know.

“I will tell you a truth that no one knows.”

At that, Zamuel nodded with a tense expression.

“Yes.”

“I certainly died.”

“?!”

“And I was reincarnated. Under the name of Allenvert Grunewald.”

“Hah…!”

“But I lived for seventeen years without that memory. It was only after I woke up from a fever that brought me close to death that I regained the memories of my past life.”

“No, what kind of preposterous…”

“Preposterous? I thought so too.”

I then calmly explained the process of how, after awakening, I had taken control of the underworld under the name of Karzan, and how, under the name of Allenvert, I had built a reputation and risen to become a candidate for the clan’s succession.

“…And so, here I am today. Since the Dark King is also a great enemy of Grunewald, I feel that my reincarnation was fated in some way.”

“It really seems so. A man killed by the Dark King in his past life is born into the clan of his enemy and finally gets his revenge…”

Zamuel shook his head.

“It is a story I cannot believe even after hearing it. I wonder if the Dark King would be able to believe it even if he heard the whole truth.”

“It would be a good thing if his imagination is poor.”

I said.

“In truth, I had no intention of telling this secret to anyone. I intended to take it to my grave.”

“!”

I pointed at Zamuel.

“But how could I hide it from you, Zamuel, my comrade from my past life and the successor who carried on my will?”

Zamuel’s expression was complicated for a moment, then he opened his mouth with a determined look.

“Boss, actually.”

Zamuel took something out from his bosom.

“Adeline wrote a letter to you. I was to show it to you if you were the real one, and if not, to quietly burn it.”

“……!”

Zamuel handed me the letter.

“Read it. You have the right to.”

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