Chapter 47: Things Are a Bit Dangerous Right Now (1)
Skovan, trapped in the prison cell, leaned against the wall and sighed deeply.
âAh, I mustâve lost my mind. Why did I do that?â
Logically speaking, no matter how exceptional the Young Lordâs swordsmanship was, entering the Forest of Beasts and surviving was impossible.
If it were that easy, the estate would have long since sent out a party for exploration.
But because the Young Lord spoke so confidently, Skovan couldnât help but believe him without realizing it.
âNot that there was any real reason to trust him, either.â
Due to his false report, the troops sent to pursue the Young Lord had moved out later than they should have.
That was likely the Young Lordâs plan all along when he made his request... But as a result, Skovan ended up imprisoned like this.
âAll because of the Captain... What am I even doing here, sigh...â
Ricardo, the handsome man sitting next to Skovan, muttered gloomily.
He had also ended up imprisoned simply because he was Skovanâs lieutenant.
âAhem, Iâm sorry. But weâll be released soon.â
Given that people were scarce in the Ferdium estate, they generally didnât impose severe punishments on knights or soldiers unless theyâd committed a grave crime.
Rather than imposing strict penalties to instill fear, the estate found it more beneficial to impose light punishments and maintain its workforce.
âWell, whatâs the point of being released? Youâll be stripped of your knightly title, and Iâll be sentenced to forced labor.â
For the lazy Ricardo, forced labor was a genuinely dreadful sentence.
âThatâs assuming everything goes well. Things wonât end that easily if the Young Lord dies in the forest. Weâll be dead too.â
âAhem, surely the Young Lord didnât die, right? If you think about it, heâs always been lucky, getting out of trouble despite causing so much havoc. He doesnât seem like someone whoâd die easily.â
If the Young Lord had indeed perished, Skovan would have no choice but to take responsibility for his false report, which would be akin to treason against the lord.
âWe donât know that. All we can do is hope the people chasing after him manage to bring him back safely.â
Ricardo clicked his tongue as he replied.
Skovan, feeling just as frustrated, could only let out deep sighs in response.
After a long while of sighing, Ricardo, seemingly curious, asked a question.
âSo, Captain, what do you plan to do once youâre released?â
âUh... Maybe Iâll just go back to my hometown and take up farming? Being a knight here doesnât pay well; itâs hard, and Iâm exhausted.â
âWhereâs your hometown?â
Skovan awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
âActually, my hometown is here. Ferdium.â
Ricardo shot him a look of pure disbelief.
â...Yeah, sure, like theyâll let you farm in peace. In an estate already lacking manpower? After a few years as a soldier, theyâll probably reinstate you as a knight.â
âUgh, Iâve been here in Ferdium my whole life and just stuck around. But to be honest, Iâm sick of it. Sick of everything. Iâve got no wife, no savings.â
Ricardo responded with confusion.
âWhatâs so hard about getting married? People marry even when theyâre broke. Iâm the one whoâs worried that women would start fighting over me if I did get married.â
Skovan unknowingly made a face of disbelief.
Looking over at Ricardo, Skovan soon frowned as he spoke.
â...What a lucky bastard.â
For the handsome Ricardo, marriage might indeed be an easy task.
âHa, if only I had been born with that face. Come to think of it, that guy doesnât even work hard, does he?â
While the soldiers of Ferdium were struggling with low wages, Ricardo lived comfortably, lacking nothing.
The women who liked him even formed a social club to take care of him and give him gifts regularly.
Skovan couldnât help but think that the world was incredibly unfair.
He, too, had some talent and had endured grueling hardships just to become a knight barely.
But that Ricardo guy could get by without doing anything.
If looks were a talent, then it was truly a blessed one.
As Skovan debated whether to vent his jealousy by smacking Ricardo on the back of the head, a commotion began to stir near the prison entrance.
âHuh? Whatâs going on?â
As Skovan pressed his face against the bars, Ricardo followed suit.
The group that had been talking to the guard at the entrance began approaching the cell where the two were confined.
When they saw the face of the person at the front, Skovan and Ricardoâs eyes widened in surprise.
âY-Young Lord!â
âYoung Lord, youâre alive!â
Ghislain stood before the bars, waving his hand with a grin.
âLying Skovan! Howâve you been? And Ricardo, your face still shines even in prison. If being handsome were a crime, youâd have been executed, not just imprisoned. Hahaha!â
âWeâre so relieved youâre alive!â
Skovan and Ricardo offered their heartfelt greetings.
Now, there would be no punishment for letting the Young Lord die.
The two were already relieved by that, but Ghislain had no intention of leaving them in the cell.
In situations like this, all she could do was rest until her mana stabilized.
âHave you eaten? What did the Lord say?â
Despite her condition, Belinda couldnât stop worrying and nagging Ghislain.
She was concerned that he might be punished for defying the Lordâs orders and being dragged away.
âEverythingâs been sorted out. Donât worry.â
Belinda finally seemed at ease, closing her eyes after seeing Ghislainâs relaxed smile.
She might faint from the shock if she knew that he had brought mercenaries and staged a show of force.
Ghislain decided to keep his mouth shut about that for now.
He soon took her hand as he examined Belindaâs condition for a moment.
âIâll help you recover faster.â
âHuh? How are you going to help me, my Lord?â
Belinda looked at him, puzzled.
Without saying a word, Ghislain merely shrugged his shoulders and then forcefully channeled his mana into Belindaâs body.
âWhy are you suddenly... Stop. Itâs dangerous.â
âItâs fine, itâs fine.â
As his foreign mana entered her body, Belindaâs own mana began to resist.
Sweating profusely, she struggled to suppress the sluggish mana within her. Ghislain could get hurt if their mana clashed, so she had no choice but to try.
In the meantime, Ghislainâs mana gently enveloped her turbulent energy, pressing it down.
Ghislain, now also drenched in sweat, was fully focused.
Gillian, standing nearby, was tense and kept a sharp lookout. In this precarious situation, any disturbance could put Ghislain and Belindaâs lives in danger.
Fssssh!
Soon, a red mist rose from Ghislainâs body and dispersed into the air.
At the same time, Belindaâs complexion visibly improved.
Amazingly, Ghislain had succeeded in stabilizing her reverse-flowing mana.
âH-how did you...? What on earth...?â
Belinda, whose face had regained its color and now blushed, stammered in astonishment, her eyes wide.
She could clearly feel the change since it had happened within her own body.
Ghislainâs control over mana was unbelievably delicate.
To manipulate mana with such precision was impossible for most people, even those at a high level.
Carefully withdrawing his mana, Ghislain released her hand.
âWhew, it worked. You should be up and moving again after a few days of rest. You feel better now, right?â
Belinda gazed at Ghislain with a mix of emotions before slowly speaking.
âWhat youâre practicing isnât the familyâs mana technique, is it?â
The mana techniques of the Ferdium family didnât emit a red aura.
Not only was the color of the mana different, but the atmosphere it gave off was as well.
The Ferdium method was rugged but stable, while Ghislainâs mana was laden with a distinct killing intent.
It was natural for manaâs nature to vary depending on the technique practiced, but Belinda couldnât comprehend where Ghislain had learned a technique that wasnât from the Ferdium family.
His rapid growth and refined mana control must surely be thanks to whatever technique he had mastered.
After rubbing his chin a few times, Ghislain spoke with a hint of awkwardness.
âWell, I kind of made it myself. More accurately, I modified the familyâs technique to suit me.â
âHaa, if you donât want to tell me, just say so. You donât have to make up excuses.â
Modifying a mana technique to fit oneself? Even a genius would find such a task impossible.
The very concept of a mana technique was something that had been refined over countless years of gradual development.
If mana techniques were so easy to tamper with, families or organizations that possessed them would not keep them so closely guarded.
âIâm serious. Once I have more time, Iâll teach it to you too, Belinda. Iâll even help refine what youâre practicing now. Then youâll believe me, right?â
âOh, please. What Iâm practicing now is perfectly fine.â
âAlright, alright. Just take care of yourself and recover quickly. Weâll be moving again soon.â
âYes, now that we have plenty of money, I suppose it wouldnât hurt to enjoy life without worrying about it for once.â
At her words, Ghislain shook his head.
âNo, weâre resting briefly and heading right back out.â
âHuh? Where are we going? Oh, are you going to sell the runestone?â
âThat too, but... thereâs more to prepare. Time is always tight, so we need to move quickly.â
Belinda blinked a few times, then asked again.
âEntering the Forest of Beasts, all this rush... What are you trying to do now? Canât you stop whatever it is already?â
âIâd like to take a break too, to be honest. But the situation isnât great right now.â
âWhat situation? Tell me.â
Belindaâs voice was filled with concern. Ghislain gave her a slight smile as he responded.
âUnfortunately, our estate is in grave danger right now.â