I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 336



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Episode 336

It may come as a surprise, but I don’t have any particular regrets about the guy named Assad.

Even before the regression, this man encouraged the Iron Blood to kill me.

Actually, that’s a common reaction.

Assad’s age is at least several hundred years old… …. There are probably few pure human beings who have lived longer than me.

I thought that if a person spends that much time with others, their emotions would become extremely faint.

Humans are creatures of adaptation, for better or for worse.

After spending hundreds of years, you must have experienced all sorts of stimuli.

So naturally, in order to stay sane at that age, you have to prioritize your mission over your personal desires.

This is the case with Assad.

While most wizards are obsessed with their own realms, mana, or new magic research… … .

Although this man is called a great wizard, he devotes his life to the Badnikeran family rather than to the study of magic and advancement of the realm.

It can’t help but be amazing.

Wizards are fundamentally extreme individualists.

It’s not for nothing that people spend years or even decades locked up in a building called the Tower of Magic, completely cut off from the outside world.

However, even though Asd had achieved the highest level of a great wizard, which all wizards aim for, his lifestyle was the complete opposite of that of other wizards.

Should I say it is sacrificial?

At least, it wasn’t a life I could follow, so I think it’s somewhat impressive.

‘But that’s that.’

Separately, I don’t have any good feelings towards this guy.

Anyway, it was clear that he had screwed me over in many ways before the regression.

In particular, this man’s foolish actions were the decisive factor in his relationship with Lisera Digos becoming entangled.

So what I just said is my personal wish and also a small revenge against this man.

“You want me to liberate Liseradicos?”

“yes.”

“Why? If that woman releases me, she’ll make you the head of the household.”

There was cynicism in Assad’s voice.

Sensing the cold atmosphere, Verita slowly wiped the smile from her lips and looked at Assad.

“That’s not true. If Delak dies like this anyway, you’re the most likely candidate to become the next head of the family… … . And you probably wouldn’t be happy about becoming the head of the family in the first place.”

“… … .”

“Then what? What did that witch promise you? Or were you threatened with something?”

“Your way of thinking is a bit extreme. It wasn’t a threat or a deal.”

“Then what is it? Please, I beg you, I hope your request is not based solely on pity. Because you really shouldn’t think that way just because it looks like a girl.”

“hmm.”

“what’s the matter?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

Then Assad sighed openly.

“But why are you talking about appearances?”

“what do you mean?”

“Rise is currently stuck in the basement, working as a guard dog. In fact, guard dogs are allowed to run around the garden without a leash except when they are guarding the house, but this is worse than that.”

“… … .”

“So, regardless of appearance, wouldn’t anyone feel compassion when they see that situation?”

“… Yeah. I guess you could think of it that way.”

Assad nodded unexpectedly at this point, but then immediately spoke again in a sarcastic voice.

“But you can say that because you don’t know what she did in the past.”

“That’s true. Well, let’s hear what happened in the past.”

“… … .”

Assad sighed and glanced at Verita.

“I’ll be out for a moment.”

“Oh, right. There’s a restaurant on the first floor. Let’s go and eat first.”

“yes.”

Verita left the room as expected, and Assad spoke.

“Liseradigos is the blood relative of the black elf Kuset.”

“omg.”

“And Kuset is still alive.”

“Ugh… … .”

“Didn’t you hear that from Delak?”

“yes.”

Assad gave a momentary, calm look before continuing in a calm voice.

“Liseradigos killed Roanne Badniker in the past.”

“Luanne?”

“Roanne Badniker. Fourth generation head of the Badniker family.”

“… … .”

Actually, I heard it correctly too.

I just made a joke because his expression looked so serious.

‘But is my joke that bad?’

I asked, a little sullenly.

“And?”

“and?”

“Yes. How many more did you kill?”

“As far as I know, no one has killed more.”

“So you’re saying you only killed one person?”

“Yes. Why? Since the number is small, the sins seem smaller.”

“… … .”

To be honest, I found it difficult to respond rashly.

It was an instinctive intuition, and I had a feeling that if I said yes here, my relationship with Assad would be greatly distorted.

“It seems a bit small… … .”

Of course, it’s not impossible, it’s just difficult, so I muttered timidly.

Assad, who had been silent, spoke.

“He is no ordinary person. He killed the head of a family.”

“That’s a shame.”

“You… phew.”

Assad, who was about to say something, shook his head… … .

I was bewildered by that attitude, and only after a while did I understand the gap between me and Assad.

To me, Roanne Badnicker is a person from the past, a person from the past that could only come out of a history book.

If you go to the fourth generation, then at least he’s a person from several hundred years ago.

Although he was the head of the Badniker family, he had little sense of belonging to the family from the beginning, so he didn’t have much interest in it…

But that may not be the case for Assad, who has actually lived for hundreds of years.

I realized it through the tone and the look in his eyes.

The character Roanne and Assad must have had a special relationship.

So, to me, Roanne, who was a figure from the past in a book or history, was to Assad a close acquaintance, or something more… … .

This also explains the hatred this archmage has for Lise.

“Why did you kill him?”

“I don’t know.”

“yes?”

“But Kuseet knew the whole story. At that time, Kuseet wasn’t completely hidden like he is now, and although he didn’t show his face to the public, at least everyone in the family could easily see him.”

“aha.”

“Kuset once loved his blood relative, Liseradicos, dearly. Yet he punished him by confining him in the underground library forever. Do you understand what I mean? Even though he killed a being that was as big as the head of the Badniker family, he was not punished immediately, but instead sealed in the basement. That was the least mercy.”

“… … .”

It became a little absurd.

So, except for Kuset, no one knew the real reason why Lise killed Roanne.

Even Asad, the elder of the clan and the great wizard.

‘This is a bit… fishy?’

In fact, I didn’t even expect that the reset would be released right away.

The reason I brought this up is because Assad strangely becomes emotional whenever the topic of Reese is mentioned, so I wanted to scratch his inner nerve.

Did you want to get revenge on me for trying to interfere and manipulate you?

But the more I listened to the story, the more suspicious I became, and separately, I felt a sense of discomfort with Assad’s attitude.

“… The Dark Elf Kuset is probably currently ruling Badnikker from the shadows. At least, without showing up on the outside. But Badnikker is a great family. You can’t control everything without showing up on the outside.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“The key to the underground library that can free Lady Lise.”

“… … .”

“Isn’t that key in the hands of Assad?”

Assad sighed.

“That’s right. Kusset gave it to me a long time ago. But the key I hold doesn’t give me complete freedom. At best, it only gives me a short break, one day a month.”

“Has it ever been used?”

“Never.”

“Not once in hundreds of years?”

“okay.”

I burst out laughing.

“That’s interesting. Okay, that’s good. Then, shall we make a deal?”

“transaction?”

“If my father’s treatment is successful this time, give me the key.”

This time Assad laughed.

The laughter mixed with the sound of the wind was what is commonly called laughter.

“You sound funny too. If I don’t accept it, are you going to refuse to treat Delak?”

“No, that’s not true. But if by any chance the treatment fails, I will accept Assad’s offer without question.”

“What is my suggestion?”

But I thought, why are you acting like this? We already know each other.

Thinking back, Asada didn’t tell me her true feelings at that time.

“I will become the next head of the family. You can announce it. If my father does not wake up, I will take over as Badnikker.”

“… … .”

Although I said it as if I was being sarcastic, I have nothing to lose from it.

This time, I was confident that I could completely cure the Iron Blood Demon just like before the regression, no, even better than before.

But I think Assad would like to accept my offer.

That’s usually the case with wizards.

Even if the chance of failure is only a few percent, you want to have a plan B for the worst-case scenario.

At this point, I started to quietly apply pressure.

“I’m telling you in advance that if you refuse this, I will never take over the family line. I will throw away my position as the head of the household and everything else and devote myself to Heros. I also happen to have joined a clan with a good atmosphere and a sense of family.”

Although they are a somewhat poor and socially disadvantaged ethnic group… … .

Corrupted is the most trustworthy organization I’m currently affiliated with.

‘The place I belong to now is the Badniker family, a colorless faction… … .’

No matter how I think about it, Corrupted is the fairy among them.

But why do I suddenly feel like crying?

“…under.”

The next moment, Assad’s lips turned up in a crooked manner… … .

I smiled back, realizing that the ridicule was an acceptance of my suggestion.

***

After finishing the deal with Assad, we head to the restaurant.

“ah.”

“huh?”

I met a familiar face.

It was our sturdy second brother, Hector Badnicker.

“Luan, you’re here.”

“Hello, brother. How did you know I was here?”

Of course, at this point I had never actually met Hector.

“Olivia said she saw you at the restaurant.”

“aha.”

That’s what I heard there.

“Did you hear what your father said?”

“I heard.”

“… … .”

“Cheer up. I think I can treat you.”

“What are you talking about?”

I walked side by side with Hector and talked about Verita and the positive outlook for her recovery.

Only then did Hector’s face brighten after hearing the story.

“I see. A nun from the 72nd sect, and an inquisitor on top of that… … It wouldn’t have been easy to drag them in, but you did a great job.”

“No problem.”

Actually, as we were talking, I started laughing too.

Did you ever think that the day would come when Verita would be brought into the Badnikker family?

It was something I couldn’t even imagine just a short while ago.

Actually, I am also like that, but this is also proof that Verita has grown in her own way.

At least I don’t think Verita will cause trouble in this house right now.

The moment I arrived at the restaurant with those thoughts in mind… … .

Woozikkun!

“… … !”

A desk flew in from somewhere and smashed the door.

Hector and I stood there, banging on the broken pieces of wood, wondering what was going on.

“Ugh… … .”

Then a groan was heard from the restaurant, and the voice sounded somehow familiar.

“Arts?”

“Hey, Brother Hector… … ?”

Someone was standing in front of Arts, who was speaking in a trembling voice.

“Where are you looking, brother? Weren’t you talking to me?”

“Oh, no, that’s… … .”

“Please say that again.”

Verita said with a smiling face.

“Who the hell is half-assed and inferior?”

oh my…….

I thought he was so quiet.