Thud.
Thud.
Two bears are piled up in the front yard.
“Are you going to stop Mr. Bear?!”
Revan screamed.
"I am the lord. I have a duty to capture harmful beasts. What if they come down from the mountains and attack my people?"
"Lord, what's a lord in a land where three people live, and what's a lord and a resident of a territory? Who am I supposed to tell to clean this up?"
“Who cleaned it up? Eat it. It’s meat.”
The two men were on friendly terms again today.
I was happily watching the two bickering outside my room window on the first floor when my eyes met with Ryan's.
“Honey, Daddy is hurt!”
"Yes?"
This can't be happening...
Ryan, who came to my room, had a clear bear claw mark on his back.
“I never dreamed there would be two. They were such mean bears, attacking from behind...”
The Eyes of the Mirror - Restoration of Light
It healed right away when I touched it.
This is why the Blessing of Healing is the most important thing Ryan needs to train <Instant Death>.
“Wow, this is killing me.”
Ryan admired his reflection in the vanity mirror in his room. The only sign of injury was a torn shirt.
"Thanks."
“What is it?”
There will be many things that will hurt you in the future.
If it's severe, you'll be sick for several days and will have to lie down without moving while recovering, so you'll have to put off hunting for life.
Get hurt, recover, and fight again.
Ryan would have practiced <instant death> by repeating that long process before returning.
'So it must have taken 8 years.'
But if I'm here, what's 8 years?
Ryan will be able to perfect this ability much faster.
“Heh heh heh.”
Ryan was laughing to himself, as if he'd been thinking the same thing. He seemed to be imagining himself beating his father's neck the very next day.
“Please tell me about even the smallest of wounds. I need to use a lot of Bless, too.”
“Yes.”
My healing blessing, <Restoration of Light>, was still in its first stage of manifestation, so only contact treatment was possible.
It's a good power that can heal multiple targets without contact if used repeatedly, so I should train it from time to time.
‘But it’s limited to trauma...’
Torn skin and broken bones can be repaired, but unfortunately, poisoning or unknown internal injuries cannot be cured.
Of course, some brothers have abilities specialized in purification and healing internal injuries.
'Haha. The phantom thief Vania will go hunting for you soon too...'
"Please come back as badly injured as possible, without dying. I'd appreciate it even more if they deliberately hit yoy a few times to injure you."
“...”
Oops. Did I say that too harshly?
Ryan looked at me in disbelief, so I hastily added.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. As you know, the more severe the wound, the faster the Bless training...”
Simply put, strengthening this ability is similar to filling a gauge, and treating minor wounds doesn't give much experience.
Likewise, it would be meaningless for Ryan to kill a hundred ants instantly.
“Hey, are you upset?”
"No."
You're upset. What is it? I have a favor to ask, but you're being too conscious of it...
I quickly sat Ryan down and rubbed his shoulders, saying:
“You worked hard today, too.”
“Yes.”
“But Dad, I have a favor to ask...”
“What is it?”
"Could you send a letter to your father in your name? I think I can send it when I go out next week."
"What?"
Ryan turned around to look at me in surprise.
“Whose father? My father? The Duke of Wassenberg?”
"Yes."
“Are you crazy? There’s no benefit to telling that person that I’m eating well and living well somewhere.”
“I see, right?”
“...What do you want to say to that person?”
“I want to bring my younger brother here.”
“Little brother? Are you talking about that kid who’s a year younger than you? His name is...”
“Alex. Alexander Wassenberg.”
“Oh, but.”
Ryan laughed in disbelief.
"How do I bring him back? What, Vania wants to see your younger brother, so why don't you write a letter asking your father to send him? Your father would be so kind as to send you his precious child with supernatural powers...?"
Ryan, who was talking, seemed to have noticed something and let out an exclamation.
“...Is he still there?”
“Yes. He hasn’t been able to manifest this ability yet, so he's left alone at Windsor Castle.”
“He's already eleven years old, right?”
“Yes. He’s probably incompetent.”
“...”
No.
However, Alexander does not manifest this ability until he is at least twelve years old.
So, being kicked out would be no different than before the regression. I wanted to bring that child back before that.
“Are you scared, Father?”
I asked Ryan, who was seriously considering it. He scoffed.
"Huh. Me? You know that guy's powerless. What's there to be afraid of?"
“...”
“It’s not that I’m scared. Ugh...”
Of course, I knew what Ryan was worried about.
The reason he had to hide his <instant death> ability until the very end.
The reason why he wanted to prepare for revenge without attracting his father's attention as much as possible.
It was the power of the Duke of Wassenberg, a father with no power at all...
Edgar Wassenberg, 5th Duke of Wassenberg.
He possessed the lower-level blessing, "Impotent." Unlike other abilities that increase in stages, this power doesn't strengthen and thus doesn't require training.
It's as if you were flipping a switch, instantly disabling all existing abilities and reactivating them whenever you want.
Of course, it would be possible to instantly turn all those with superpowers into normal humans by disarming them... but considering that the family's power came from 'superpowers', it would be a completely useless power.
So, as a boy, Edgar Wassenberg grew up quietly among his brothers, who had monstrous powers.
He ate the scraps of power his brothers had cultivated, sharing the power of the name Wassenberg. He knew that was the most comfortable way for him, a useless power-user, to live.
The turning point in Edgar Wassenberg's life was...
“Congratulations. Your first son has demonstrated this ability.”
It was the moment when his son was revealed to be a person with supernatural powers.
Blood that carries the power of inheritance to only one person in each generation.
Edgar Wassenberg, who possessed the most useless power, was the 'chosen blood' who could maintain the lineage of this ability and the power of the family.
That's how he became the head of the household.
“This is a letter for Your Excellency.”
The butler carefully opened the silver platter. Edgar glanced at it, his brow furrowing slightly.
An informal envelope...
It was a scrap of paper, neither silk nor stamped.
"Who?"
Edgar, feeling offended, asked briefly.
“This is Ryan.”
“...”
Ryan...
He was the fifth son, whose face hr can no longer even remember. He was the first incompetent to dare to smear the face of his chosen father.
Edgar opened the letter.
[ Father, I am a bad son.
How is your energy? ]
"This..."
From the very first sentence, Edgar gritted his teeth.
[ After my release, my life was bleak, but thanks to the child support you sent for my daughter, I'm somehow staying afloat. I'm deeply grateful for the kindness of parents like my father.
Well, I heard from my 'daughter' that a little boy is waiting to be sentenced to death at Windsor Castle...
He's eleven years old and hasn't yet developed this ability. That's truly regrettable. ]
Edgar closed his eyes tightly and suppressed his anger. It was already the problem that was bothering him the most.
The fear of the incompetent, which he thought had ended with Ryan, came back to haunt Edgar with a girl named Vania.
He even heard that the youngest child, a boy whose name hd don't even know, has not yet developed this ability.
If it becomes clear in five months that he is incompetent... They'll have to figure out how to handle it.
[ Is he incompetent again? Or not? Are you worried?
Our father~ is strange~ he's not that lacking in energy~ ]
"Ha."
Edgar clutched the letter tightly.
[ I'm sending this message because I'm worried my father might hit his head. I'm a worthless son, so I can't do anything for him, but I hope I can be of some help.
Maybe that guy is my son, too? ]
Edgar's eyes lit up.
[ Was it when I was eleven or twelve?
I think I was living a dissolute and debaucherous life around that time, but I don't think so. ]
The corners of Edgar's mouth rose slightly as he realized the meaning of the letter.
He may be a bit of a rascal, but isn't he behaving quite well?
[ If it's my son, please send him to Belzer.
If you are incompetent, I will take care of it. ]
That's what it means.
[ I'd like to clarify my relationship with that child so others won't be suspicious. Please see the other letters enclosed.
Thud.
Two bears are piled up in the front yard.
“Are you going to stop Mr. Bear?!”
Revan screamed.
"I am the lord. I have a duty to capture harmful beasts. What if they come down from the mountains and attack my people?"
"Lord, what's a lord in a land where three people live, and what's a lord and a resident of a territory? Who am I supposed to tell to clean this up?"
“Who cleaned it up? Eat it. It’s meat.”
The two men were on friendly terms again today.
I was happily watching the two bickering outside my room window on the first floor when my eyes met with Ryan's.
“Honey, Daddy is hurt!”
"Yes?"
This can't be happening...
Ryan, who came to my room, had a clear bear claw mark on his back.
“I never dreamed there would be two. They were such mean bears, attacking from behind...”
The Eyes of the Mirror - Restoration of Light
It healed right away when I touched it.
This is why the Blessing of Healing is the most important thing Ryan needs to train <Instant Death>.
“Wow, this is killing me.”
Ryan admired his reflection in the vanity mirror in his room. The only sign of injury was a torn shirt.
"Thanks."
“What is it?”
There will be many things that will hurt you in the future.
If it's severe, you'll be sick for several days and will have to lie down without moving while recovering, so you'll have to put off hunting for life.
Get hurt, recover, and fight again.
Ryan would have practiced <instant death> by repeating that long process before returning.
'So it must have taken 8 years.'
But if I'm here, what's 8 years?
Ryan will be able to perfect this ability much faster.
“Heh heh heh.”
Ryan was laughing to himself, as if he'd been thinking the same thing. He seemed to be imagining himself beating his father's neck the very next day.
“Please tell me about even the smallest of wounds. I need to use a lot of Bless, too.”
“Yes.”
My healing blessing, <Restoration of Light>, was still in its first stage of manifestation, so only contact treatment was possible.
It's a good power that can heal multiple targets without contact if used repeatedly, so I should train it from time to time.
‘But it’s limited to trauma...’
Torn skin and broken bones can be repaired, but unfortunately, poisoning or unknown internal injuries cannot be cured.
Of course, some brothers have abilities specialized in purification and healing internal injuries.
'Haha. The phantom thief Vania will go hunting for you soon too...'
"Please come back as badly injured as possible, without dying. I'd appreciate it even more if they deliberately hit yoy a few times to injure you."
“...”
Oops. Did I say that too harshly?
Ryan looked at me in disbelief, so I hastily added.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. As you know, the more severe the wound, the faster the Bless training...”
Simply put, strengthening this ability is similar to filling a gauge, and treating minor wounds doesn't give much experience.
Likewise, it would be meaningless for Ryan to kill a hundred ants instantly.
“Hey, are you upset?”
"No."
You're upset. What is it? I have a favor to ask, but you're being too conscious of it...
I quickly sat Ryan down and rubbed his shoulders, saying:
“You worked hard today, too.”
“Yes.”
“But Dad, I have a favor to ask...”
“What is it?”
"Could you send a letter to your father in your name? I think I can send it when I go out next week."
"What?"
Ryan turned around to look at me in surprise.
“Whose father? My father? The Duke of Wassenberg?”
"Yes."
“Are you crazy? There’s no benefit to telling that person that I’m eating well and living well somewhere.”
“I see, right?”
“...What do you want to say to that person?”
“I want to bring my younger brother here.”
“Little brother? Are you talking about that kid who’s a year younger than you? His name is...”
“Alex. Alexander Wassenberg.”
“Oh, but.”
Ryan laughed in disbelief.
"How do I bring him back? What, Vania wants to see your younger brother, so why don't you write a letter asking your father to send him? Your father would be so kind as to send you his precious child with supernatural powers...?"
Ryan, who was talking, seemed to have noticed something and let out an exclamation.
“...Is he still there?”
“Yes. He hasn’t been able to manifest this ability yet, so he's left alone at Windsor Castle.”
“He's already eleven years old, right?”
“Yes. He’s probably incompetent.”
“...”
No.
However, Alexander does not manifest this ability until he is at least twelve years old.
So, being kicked out would be no different than before the regression. I wanted to bring that child back before that.
“Are you scared, Father?”
I asked Ryan, who was seriously considering it. He scoffed.
"Huh. Me? You know that guy's powerless. What's there to be afraid of?"
“...”
“It’s not that I’m scared. Ugh...”
Of course, I knew what Ryan was worried about.
The reason he had to hide his <instant death> ability until the very end.
The reason why he wanted to prepare for revenge without attracting his father's attention as much as possible.
It was the power of the Duke of Wassenberg, a father with no power at all...
***
Edgar Wassenberg, 5th Duke of Wassenberg.
He possessed the lower-level blessing, "Impotent." Unlike other abilities that increase in stages, this power doesn't strengthen and thus doesn't require training.
It's as if you were flipping a switch, instantly disabling all existing abilities and reactivating them whenever you want.
Of course, it would be possible to instantly turn all those with superpowers into normal humans by disarming them... but considering that the family's power came from 'superpowers', it would be a completely useless power.
So, as a boy, Edgar Wassenberg grew up quietly among his brothers, who had monstrous powers.
He ate the scraps of power his brothers had cultivated, sharing the power of the name Wassenberg. He knew that was the most comfortable way for him, a useless power-user, to live.
The turning point in Edgar Wassenberg's life was...
“Congratulations. Your first son has demonstrated this ability.”
It was the moment when his son was revealed to be a person with supernatural powers.
Blood that carries the power of inheritance to only one person in each generation.
Edgar Wassenberg, who possessed the most useless power, was the 'chosen blood' who could maintain the lineage of this ability and the power of the family.
That's how he became the head of the household.
“This is a letter for Your Excellency.”
The butler carefully opened the silver platter. Edgar glanced at it, his brow furrowing slightly.
An informal envelope...
It was a scrap of paper, neither silk nor stamped.
"Who?"
Edgar, feeling offended, asked briefly.
“This is Ryan.”
“...”
Ryan...
He was the fifth son, whose face hr can no longer even remember. He was the first incompetent to dare to smear the face of his chosen father.
Edgar opened the letter.
[ Father, I am a bad son.
How is your energy? ]
"This..."
From the very first sentence, Edgar gritted his teeth.
[ After my release, my life was bleak, but thanks to the child support you sent for my daughter, I'm somehow staying afloat. I'm deeply grateful for the kindness of parents like my father.
Well, I heard from my 'daughter' that a little boy is waiting to be sentenced to death at Windsor Castle...
He's eleven years old and hasn't yet developed this ability. That's truly regrettable. ]
Edgar closed his eyes tightly and suppressed his anger. It was already the problem that was bothering him the most.
The fear of the incompetent, which he thought had ended with Ryan, came back to haunt Edgar with a girl named Vania.
He even heard that the youngest child, a boy whose name hd don't even know, has not yet developed this ability.
If it becomes clear in five months that he is incompetent... They'll have to figure out how to handle it.
[ Is he incompetent again? Or not? Are you worried?
Our father~ is strange~ he's not that lacking in energy~ ]
"Ha."
Edgar clutched the letter tightly.
[ I'm sending this message because I'm worried my father might hit his head. I'm a worthless son, so I can't do anything for him, but I hope I can be of some help.
Maybe that guy is my son, too? ]
Edgar's eyes lit up.
[ Was it when I was eleven or twelve?
I think I was living a dissolute and debaucherous life around that time, but I don't think so. ]
The corners of Edgar's mouth rose slightly as he realized the meaning of the letter.
He may be a bit of a rascal, but isn't he behaving quite well?
[ If it's my son, please send him to Belzer.
If you are incompetent, I will take care of it. ]
That's what it means.
[ I'd like to clarify my relationship with that child so others won't be suspicious. Please see the other letters enclosed.
Instead, since I have no way to make a living, if you send me money with both pockets full, I will not forget the kindness you gave me and will live as if I were dead. ]
"I liked it," Edgar smiled.
He ended up biting his lip again at the last line.
[ Ryan, the son who wishes for his father's health and well-being from afar. ]
"I liked it," Edgar smiled.
He ended up biting his lip again at the last line.
[ Ryan, the son who wishes for his father's health and well-being from afar. ]
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