There was a small commotion at the Steelwall Estate when people heard the news of Zichâs return. The return of the eldest, who had left the house in a storm, brought forth all sorts of curiosities and imaginations. Many people thought Zich might have returned to take the position as the next Count, but many others had the opposite opinion. They claimed that there was no way a person who had made such a ruckus before would bear the embarrassment of coming back to ask for a position that they had thrown away.
Whenever more than one person gathered in the estate, the conversation naturally turned to this topic. Some welcomed Zichâs return while some felt more reserved about it, and others didnât care either way. However, one thing was certain: people were focused on each and every action that Zich took. The story of how Zich left his family was well known, so people thought Zich would stir up a huge commotion againâand they were exactly right.
ââ¦What is it?â Greig asked as Zich stood in front of him. Considering their strained relationship, Greigâs voice sounded malicious, but his eyes still wavered like he couldnât meet Zichâs eyes.
âTake this.â Zich threw the object he had placed next to him to Greig. When Greig caught it instinctively, he simply thought, âA sword?â This type of sword was normally given to soldiers. It wasnât a good sword, but its blades were sharp.
âWhat is this?â
âCanât you see? Itâs a sword.â
âThatâs obviously not what Iâm asking!â
Zich smirked. âArenât you too old to act cute in front of your older brother? I wonât go easy on you, so donât try to play some tricks.â
Greig gritted his teeth, but Zich didnât care and pulled out his sword.
Clang! The multiple blades of Zichâs sword split sharply across and invoked a sense of danger as it split the sunlight shining upon it. Greig unconsciously stepped back after he saw Zich raise his sword. He was reminded of his trauma, and it felt like Zich would rush at him while covered with blood again. Greigâs hands trembled lightly as he gripped his sword.
âYou heard me right? Iâm going to help cure you.â
âItâs not like Iâm even ill!â
âOh my, donât you remember what I told you in the last battle?â
Greig hardened his expression. Of course, he remembered, but Zich decided to engrave the words into him again.
âIf you endure this trial, you will be able to go to the next stage in life. Look at the state you are in now. Instead of jumping to the next stage, you are just floundering in a low mess right now. What you are suffering from right now is trauma, and thatâs definitely a sickness. Iâm going to cure you of it.â Then, Zich pointed to the sword Greig was holding with his chin and asked, âWhat are you doing? Quick, pull out your sword.â
ââ¦â Greig looked down at his sword. He didnât know exactly what this cure was, but he knew that they were going to duel now, and this fact tightened his heart. He remembered his last battle with Zich, and his hands trembled ?harder. If he could, he wished he could pull out his sword nonchalantly, and even if his skills were lacking in comparison, he wanted to give it his all to fight Zich. Yet, his body didnât listen to his will.
âWhat? Are you not going to pull out your sword?â
ââ¦â
âWell, it wonât really matter.â
Greig stared at Zich. âWere they not going to duel?â He hoped they wouldnât, but he soon saw Zich right in front of him. Whoosh! Zichâs sword drew a clean arc and pierced Greigâs body.
Slice!
âAh!â Zich drew a long line across Greigâs body, and he let out an ear-splitting scream. However, Zich didnât respond to this scream and kicked Greigâs wound instead.
Thump!
âUgh!â Greigâs body rolled to the edge of the training ground.
âI am going to keep attacking whether you pull out your sword or not.â Zichâs words were beyond coldâthey were frigid and gave off a chilly air. So, Greig realized that there was not a hint of exaggeration in Zichâs words. Several of the knights watching Zich and Greig outside the training ground flinched and shuddered. Although these knights were used to harsh battle and were in a territory known for it, it felt different when the estateâs heir was involved.
Still, they didnât move. Greig had received special treatment as the heir, but this level of training is what they all also endured. Furthermore, the injury Zich inflicted on Greig wasnât even that deep. Above all, the Count gave them orders to never intervene with Zichâs healing (?) method. Yet, not long afterward, their resolve to not intervene began to shake.
Slice! Slice! Punch! Slice! These sounds brought chills to all the watchers. They all came from Greigâs body, and Zich cornered Greig like he was trying to kill him. He also didnât hold back from inflicting critical injuries, and the only thing he refrained from doing was making an attack that would immediately kill his opponent.
âS-Shouldnât we stop him?â
âThe Count gave his orders.â
âBut would Sir Count have expected such a crazy thing to happen?â It was unthinkable that the Steelwallâs heir would be cornered to near death in the middle of their property.
âHe might really die at this rate!â
All the on-looking, curious servants had run away terrified by now, and some were blocking their mouths with their hands to keep their lunch down. That was how fierce this fight was.
âWonât it be better to just let it be?â Then, another knight gave a totally different opinion.
âJust let it be? When the young master is getting violently assaulted? Are you in your right mind!â
âMy mind is completely fine. Honestly, itâs not like Young Master Greig will really die.â Zich also had no real intention to kill Greig; there were even a few priests ready on standby on the training ground. When Zich thought Greig had reached his limit, he called out to the priests and let them heal Greig. However, when the priests finished healing Greig, he mercilessly attacked Greig again.
âEven though he was fine before, I was honestly disappointed by the young masterâs actions. Moreover, the reason why the young master changed was because of that duel in the pastâit became a traumatic event for him. Thus, forcing him to get used to it like this is one way to return him back to how he was before.â The knight shrugged his shoulders. âItâs a method weâll never be able to do.â No one in this estate could continuously push the next heir, Greig, to the point of almost killing him. This was a completely different situation than training Greig until he almost wanted to die.
âBut the young master might become completely broken if this continues!â
âThen do you want the young master to just stay in this pathetic state?â
The two knightsâ opinions clashed. Both of their opinions were based on solid reasoning, but their disagreement ended with one knightâs words.
âWe have to follow the Countâs order anyway. The Count will hear about this treatment or torture sooner or later. If he changes his order, weâll have to intervene, and if not, weâll keep on watching like this.â
All the knights accepted this opinion and began watching the fight again.
At that moment, one knight looked toward the mansion. âWell, this isnât going to end peacefully."
The Countess was approaching them with a bright red face full of fury.
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Punch! Greig collapsed to the ground as Zich punched him directly in the face. His body was already worn out and cut all over from Zichâs sword. âYou punk, donât be a wuss and get up.â
Zich poked Greig with the end of his sword. However, Greig merely let out a soft moan and didnât move even a fingerâno, he couldnât even move his fingers.
âHmm, is this really his limit?â This seemed to be good enough for today. âI also got rid of a lot of my pent-up stress.â Beating up his rude younger brother was always thrilling and fun. Since he had the justification to beat up his brother, no one could stop him anyway. âNevertheless, itâd be more fun if he resisted a bit.â
It seemed as if their previous duel really traumatized Greig. Like a mouse in front of a cat, Greig couldnât make even retaliate once. It wasnât a matter of a difference in skill,l but willpower.
âGreig!â Then, someone suddenly called out Greigâs name.
âAs expected, she came.â Zich thought that if there was someone who might hinder him in their first round of treatment, he thought it would be Greigâs mother. The Countess quickly ran towards Greig and held her son covered in blood. Unlike her blood-soaked son, her face was completely white.
âWhat are you doing? Please heal Greig immediately!â the Countess yelled towards the priests, but the priests glanced at Zich. As part of the Karuwiman Church, an order from a Karuwiman Honorary Knight held more importance than a Countessâ.
âPlease heal him.â
As soon as they received Zichâs permission, the priests approached Greig and used their holy powers. Greigâs body slowly healed and became clean without a single scratch. Then, Greig lifted his upper body and sat on the ground. The Countess grabbed his face. She carefully inspected his face to make sure that not even the smallest scratch was left.
âAre you hurt anywhere?â
âIâm all right, Mother.â
After making sure that Greig was fine, the Countess let out a sigh of relief. However, she wasnât done. She quickly turned her head and glared at Zich with blazing eyes full of anger. âWhat are you doing?â
âWhat? Did you not hear from the Count? Iâll be treating Greig.â
Unlike the Countess, Zich replied with his usual carefree self and replied cheerfully. This attitude made the Countess even more furious. âHow is this treatment? What kind of treatment hurts someone to this extent!â
âItâs a very specialized treatment, so Iâm not sure if the Countess knows it. I understand your anger.â
âS-specialized treatment?â How could such torture be a form of specialized treatment? It was so ludicrous that she felt all of her energy seep out of her body. Then, the Countess gritted her teeth towards Zich and held Greigâs hand. âLetâs go! Iâll immediately go to the Count and protest. Iâm going to chase this guy out if itâs the last thing that I do!â
âIf thatâs what you want to do, please do so. However, if the Count doesnât change his order, the treatment will continue.â
âYou think Iâll let that happen?â
âWhat can you do? No matter how powerful you are, youâll have to follow Count Steelwallâs orders. It doesnât seem like the Count wants to let Greig continue to stay like this.â
The Countess shot him a murderous glare and roughly turned her head as if she didnât even want to look at him. Then, she dragged Greig and left the place.
Zich shouted towards their backs, âCome tomorrow at the same time, Greig! We need to continue our treatment!â
âT-that bastardâ¦!â The Countess shouted back, but Zich ignored her and slowly left the training ground with light steps.