Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Episode 2 Young Master, here Yes, thank you. You may leave now. Make sure no one enters this room today. What? Why do you keep making me repeat myself? Oh, no. It just felt strange to be thanked A sigh came out involuntarily. Haah Its all my fault, indeed. The opinions of the servants would change if he changed his behavior, but every time he became aware of a mistake, his conscience pricked him painfully. And moreover. Young Master, are you really alright? Youre not still suffering from a headache, are you? Crack. He nearly broke the pen he had unwittingly gripped too hard. Ah! Im fine! Leave, right now! He shouted loudly, yet Ricks expression brightened a bit. Yes, yes, understood. Please rest. Bang. Judging by the shouting, he seems normal. Go on and see to the tasks. Yes! Ugh The voices outside the door once again made his head throb. However, he couldnt afford the luxury to worry about such trivialities right now. What was immediately important was HooNew novel chapters are published on He had to write down everything he could remember before he forgot. In order to change the future. I must save them! I must, at all costs! And to save his family. While the memory was still vivid, he had to organize the key events of the future. Among those, the most crucial was clear. The imperial war. A war that would break out ten years later. The disaster that not only brought ruin to his family and younger brother but also the entire nation, triggered by the emergence of Ronian McLain, the youngest Aura user from the wavering McLain household. He had to plan with the goal of preventing that. At the very least, I need to grow the power to influence this country until then. And so, he needed to turn each trial that would come upon the family into a chance for growth. Especially. The Territory War that will happen in a year. A Territory War that erupted suddenly at an unexpected time. The first trial that needed to be addressed was precisely that. Originally, as a result of it, the family was halved, and it wasnt until Ronian became an Aura user that theyd go through dark times. It was an imminent crisis that would strike in one years time. But I can do it. Having knowledge of the future was an unparalleled advantage. Ablaze with hope, Logan passionately scribbled down his thoughts. Thump. Hoo That should do it. Logan rose from his seat with a sigh of relief. He had recorded all the information in a code known only to him at the current time. In the code used by the Grandia Liberation Front thirty years in the future. Even if someone else saw it, they would be clueless. Just in case The information Logan had written was, in a literal sense, the affairs of the future. Even if this document were to spread now, it wouldnt be possible to figure out what happened to him overnight, but suspicions about the source of the information would start to grow over time. And if it ever spread that he had regressed to the past, the Order of the Nine Great Gods, the continents most powerful force with a different significance from the Empire, would turn against him. He had seen more than once how the dogmatic Order dealt with heretics or those who committed blasphemy. The moment he got entangled, not only he but also his family would not escape disaster. Therefore, it was a secret he couldnt reveal even to his closest allies. He checked the content on the paper carefully once more to make sure there was no error or chance of leakage. Good. Only then did he start his second task. In some respects, this was as important as the information about the future. The Manual of the Gods Sword. A tome embroidered with a golden hawk, which Logan had burned before returning to the past. The grand manual named Gods Swordsmanship was indeed a treasure of worth. A hero who had conquered the evil dragons ruling the ancient world and ushered in the Age of Men. A manual from the ancient hero who was later worshiped even as a Sword God was, in the current continent where an individuals power could determine social status and authority, an invaluable treasure. The imperial high command celebrated upon hearing about the retrieval of such a manual from the ruins, and the Grandia Liberation Front was ready to sacrifice most of its elite to secure it. He was its last owner. He was entrusted with the treasure simply because he was fluent in ancient languages, and he ended up chased to his death as a result. I must write it down before I forget. The manual he memorized to train talents of the resistance. If its content proves true, mastering it would bring forth the ultimate technique that even the Empires Aura Masters and Grand Magicians wouldnt need to fear. Its possible. Absolutely. In his previous life, his age was far past the point of starting something anew, and he also lacked talent. But now, things were different. He was young, not yet of age. And Oh my, excuse me, Your Highness. He had to keep smiling. Oh, please spare me, Your Highness! To keep smiling. Im sorry, I made a mistake. Please, calm your anger! For a slightly different reason, his hands trembled again. Sigh. Damn it He felt even more tense because of the servants hypersensitive reactions. But this was the result of his own misdeeds. The rudeness and violence he committed at this time had built up to todays situation. His conscience pricked at him, but he knew he could change this gradually over time. Hopefully, his smile wasnt too awkward. It mustnt be. As he calmly took a breath and continued walking, he eventually saw his fathers office. Knock, knock. Father, its Logan. Logan? Hmm, come in. Creak. As he opened the door and entered, a burly redhead, his father, examining documents at the desk by the window, looked up at him. Red hair, red eyes. The fierce eyes and firmly closed lips made the resemblance to Logan unmistakable in the stalwart figure. As Logans gaze met with that of the stubborn-eyed middle-aged man, His heart felt as if it were storming. Father How much had he resented that face? How much regret had that person caused him? And how much Had he missed him? The fault was all mine. Really There were so many things he wanted to ask that were heavy in his heart. Whether he was loved as a son, even if worthless. If it hurt his father too when casting him out. And had he missed him? All the things hed never said and the complex emotions of his past life surged inside him. But he forcefully suppressed the welling in his chest. Unlike when he spilled his heart out to his younger brother as if it were all a dream, now was the time to show he had changed. Steadying his wavering gaze, Logan strode into the room. You seem fine. Well then, what brings you here? Contrasting the complex feelings of longing and regret inside Logan, his fathers response was cold from the first word. He had expected as much. What mattered was from this point forward. I wish to undergo secluded training in the ancestral lands. Ive come to seek your permission. Logan responded firmly with a steady voice, having made up his mind. Before the incident three months from now, the first thing he needed to do was to return to his former level of skill. In an era where ones personal might could decide status and power, It was a basic condition he deemed necessary to reverse his current reputation and to have weight in his words during the upcoming events. Of course, the response he received was not encouraging. Secluded training? You? Yes. An expression of disbelief and astonished eyes. Hmm. Are you trying to escape because you lost to your brother? Ive realized my efforts have been severely lacking. Although late, I intend to awaken my spirit. Just the efforts were lacking? You still dont seem to have awakened. Despite Loganss prepared, resolute speech, the tone and expression his father returned lacked any belief or warmth. I also realize my behavior has been problematic. Ive heard that many times before. Until now, Ive failed to recognize my faults and projected my anger onto others. I was foolish and immature. I intend to come to terms with my immaturity during this time of training. Hmm. Whether the sincere words had reached him, his fathers expression finally changed slightly. This time, it doesnt seem like your usual excuses. I wont let you down again. So youve been disappointing me so far. And you just talked of repentance while looking aggrieved. He could hardly say anything. Logan simply bowed his head without a word. How long do you plan to stay? About three months. Is that so? Do you think just that will be enough for you to catch up to Ronian? Its not about beating Ronian. Ill do my best, even if its just for a short time. If it doesnt work out, I will humbly accept it. Surprised by the prompt answer, his father gazed at him for a while, then slowly nodded. Indeed, you seem a bit changed. Yes, its good to change. I grant my permission. Thank you. After bowing politely, Logan turned to leave when a hesitant voice reached out. it is still Spring. The grave tomb is cold to sleep in. Make sure you take care to keep warm. Taken aback by the unexpected warm words, Logan just nodded his head. Exiting the room, however, his footsteps felt unconsciously lighter.