I Became a Magical Genius After Regression

Chapter 21

Manwellin’s day starts early in the morning.

First, she wakes up with the fresh air, refines her mana through meditation, and then goes out to the training ground inside the castle to practice swordsmanship.

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A servant handed her a towel and said,

“Sir Manwellin, you are diligent as always.”

“It’s only natural for a knight.”

She is a knight, but also the eldest daughter of the lord.

Naturally, no one would say anything even if she just put her title in the knights’ order without serious training.

But Manwellin was sincere.

She was more interested in swordsmanship than anyone else and took pride in being a knight.

In fact, the biggest reason was because of marriage.

‘If I don’t have skills as a knight, I’ll just become a pawn in a political marriage.’

Of course, her father is a good man.

But no matter how good he is, the fact that he is a lord does not change.

As a lord, he had the duty to manage and further grow the family.

However, Manwellin did not desire the position of the lord.

She just disliked political marriages and wanted to take care of her still very inexperienced younger brother.

So she made people call her ‘Sir’ instead of ‘Lady’.

“Huff, huff, huff.”

After running four laps around the wide training ground without using mana, her physical training was over.

Next was swordsmanship training among the knights, and finally, sparring. After that, the four-hour training was over.

Of course, that wasn’t all.

From the afternoon, it was official duties. If there were none, it was free training.

“Sir Manwellin, you have an appointment in the morning.”

“Ah, right. I’m supposed to go see Randell.”

Manwellin, who had hastily washed up at the servant’s words, headed to the reception room.

There, she saw Randell, who had arrived early.

The boy was drinking tea in the reception room.

‘What on earth is that guy?’

Manwellin thought to herself as she watched him.

She had done some investigation on Randell.

After all, she couldn’t just accept anyone with talent if she was going to make a big sponsorship.

If he was a spy from another territory, it would be a waste of money.

But there was really nothing special.

His life was simple, to say the least.

Born in a small village, he had only ever lived in that village.

He had never left it.

There had to be a speck of something to start doubting from, but there wasn’t even that speck.

He was just a common country bumpkin.

‘Then how do you explain that posture?’

He looked extremely comfortable, sitting back in the chair with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

And that wasn’t all.

A commoner, a country bumpkin who lived off gathering herbs, was properly enjoying tea.

He was savoring the aroma, taking a sip, and rolling it around in his mouth without swallowing it immediately.

That was something you couldn’t do without learning.

No, even if you had learned, you couldn’t look that natural without having done it before.

‘Is it just innate…?’

As she watched with a furrowed brow, growing more and more puzzled, the boy turned to look at her.

“Sir Manwellin, you’ve arrived.”

“As you can see. Have you been waiting long?”

“It’s fine. I came early on purpose to get a cup of tea.”

“Have you had a lot of tea?”

“I sometimes dried and drank cheap herbs.”

“Ah…”

Randel asked, thinking that might be the case.

“Did you just come back from training?”

“Yes. Ah!”

Manwellin stopped talking and buried her nose in her sleeve, sniffing.

Her face was slightly flushed.

Usually, she didn’t care about the smell of sweat, saying it was natural for a knight.

“No, it’s not that you smell. It’s just that your face looks more lively.”

“Really?”

“As expected of a knight, you seem to enjoy training.”

“Y-yes. Ahem, of course.”

“Shall we go now?”

Randel looked towards the door, feeling embarrassed for Manwellin.

“Yes, follow me. The storage is this way.”

* * *

The place they headed to was the central storage of the estate.

There were several storages throughout the estate.

These were warehouses where strategic materials such as weapons, food, and supplies were mainly stored, and the security was strict.

Among them, the central storage was owned by the lord and could not be entered without permission.

Of course, truly important family heirlooms were kept separately by the lord.

“Greetings, Sir Manwellin!”

As they went to the storage on one side of the lord’s castle, the soldiers guarding it saluted.

“Good job.”

“Yes!”

Manwellin nodded and entered with Randel.

When they inserted the key into the large lock and turned it, the door opened.

“This is the famous treasure storage.”

The storage was not very large, about 50 pyeong (approximately 165 square meters).

A quick glance from the entrance could take in the whole place.

Inside, weapons, armor, accessories, and other artifacts were neatly categorized.

“Reputation… Where did you hear that from?”

“From the villagers. They said there’s a warehouse full of treasures in the lord’s castle.”

“Treasures, huh. So, what do you think after seeing it yourself?”

“Um…”

Randel had no answer, looking troubled by the question.

Manwellin laughed heartily as if he expected that.

“What kind of treasures were you imagining? Still, these are good enough for knights to use. We bestow these to knights or soldiers who have distinguished themselves.”

“I don’t have an eye for weapons.”

“You’re not going to use them yourself, are you?”

“That’s true.”

It would be nice if he could use them himself, but Randel was a wizard.

In the common perception, ‘wizards use staffs,’ not these crude weapons.

And in reality, that’s true.

Moreover, he couldn’t sell them either.

If he did something crazy like selling the items bestowed by the lord himself, he’d lose his head immediately.

So the best way was to pick high-quality weapons and give them as gifts to those who would use them.

“Didn’t you say your brother is a vigilante? He’d probably like it if you gave him something from here.”

“I think so. I’ll take a look around first.”

“Sure, but don’t keep me waiting too long. You can look around in about 30 minutes, right?”

“That’s enough time.”

Randel nodded and began to inspect the storage.

First, he skipped the places with swords, spears, halberds, and other weapons.

He also skipped the armor made of various leathers and metals.

‘Spirit stone. Where are you, spirit stone…’

The first place Randel headed to was the accessories section.

He planned to check everything here first. Randel had never seen a spirit stone himself.

The spirit stone was even rarer than the subspace artifact that had surprised Randel.

It was natural since it could turn its owner into a spirit mage.

But since it was called a spirit stone, he thought it might be a rock-like its name.

It wouldn’t be a weapon or armor, so it was probably crafted into an accessory.

“Let’s see.”

Randell began to rummage through the accessories.

Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and all sorts of things were gathered, but the quantity was small compared to the variety.

After about five minutes, he had checked everything.

“What? There’s nothing?”

But there was nothing that looked like a spirit stone.

In the first place, there were hardly any accessories with embedded jewels. Most of them were magic stones.

“Well, it’s an artifact, so that’s to be expected.”

Randell changed his perspective.

“Could it be embedded in armor or weapons?”

With little time left, Randell, feeling urgent, turned to the back and examined the weapons and armor.

But it was also a futile effort.

There was nothing suspicious, and even when he spread his mana just in case, nothing was caught.

“Since spirit power is different from mana, it’s natural that nothing is caught… Could it be that it hasn’t arrived yet?”

Randell began to seriously worry.

There was still a long time before the territory would be destroyed.

In the meantime, it could have been a newly arrived item in the storage.

“Are you done yet? Just pick something. Should I help you?”

“Ah, I’ll just look a little more.”

“They’re all similar anyway.”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

Randell headed to the last part of the storage, which he hadn’t seen before.

There, old books on the verge of crumbling and items from other races were piled up.

In other words, it was a pile of miscellaneous items that looked interesting, even if their identity was unknown.

Unlike the other items, it was so dusty and messy that at first, he thought it was a pile of trash.

And at the end of his search there.

Randell finally found it.

“This, this is it!”

What Randell lifted was a clay tablet.

It was a tablet made of clay, with squiggly letters engraved on it, as if a worm had crawled over it.

The peculiar thing was that it was in good condition.

Perhaps that’s why the lord judged it to be a recent fake rather than an ancient relic and roughly piled it in the last compartment.

Just in case it might be real, he probably thought of getting it appraised separately later.

But now, there’s no need for appraisal fees.

Because today, Randell is going to take it.

‘This is definitely the spirit language.’

Randell didn’t know the spirit language.

Still, he had followed several excavation surveys and encountered various ancient languages.

Even if he couldn’t read them, he knew roughly what dozens of ancient languages looked like.

‘But I don’t remember seeing this one.’

And there were only a few languages whose shapes Randell didn’t know.

They were languages from the third world, the fantasy realm, like divine language or spirit language.

‘Or maybe… it means the spirit stone hasn’t come in yet, so I’ll have to come back later.’

Anyway, apart from this clay tablet, no matter how much he searched, there was nothing suspicious.

In the end, it meant there was nothing else to take out.

The reason it didn’t have the shape of a stone like a spirit stone might be because it was a kind of contract.

Or it might have been made by grinding the spirit stone into powder and mixing it with clay.

It seemed like he was twisting the words to his advantage, but isn’t that what life is all about?

‘Alright, let’s get out of here… huh?’

He was carefully packing the clay tablet and was just about to return to Manwellin when it happened.

Wooong—

A sphere was summoned in front of Randell’s eyes.

The blue spherical shape of the sphere appeared every time he cast a spell, so its presence was now familiar.

But the problem was.

‘I didn’t summon it?’

There were two cases when the sphere manifested.

[When Randell cast a spell]

[When Randell called its name]

This was the first time it appeared on its own.

‘Hmm… what should I do?’

Randell decided to wait and see.

Wooong― Wooong―

The sphere continued to vibrate slightly in place.

Then, as the amplitude gradually increased, it began to move to one side.

It stopped at the entrance of the warehouse.

Randell approached the blinking sphere as if it wanted him to see it.

‘What is this…?’

Under the sphere was a large lump of metal.

A round sphere the size of Randell’s head was placed on a right-angled pedestal.

Its position and appearance made it look like a decoration in the storage.

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong, is there a problem?”

As Randell suddenly came to the entrance and sighed, Manwellin approached curiously.

Randell pointed to the ornament and asked her.

“Do you know what this is by any chance?”

“This? No. But I know what it has in common with the clay tablet you’re holding.”

“Commonality?”

Randell felt a sense of anticipation at those words.

Was it excavated from the same ruins? Or was it made by the same creator?

“It’s completely useless.”

“…”

Randell, feeling deflated, shook his head.

Then he began to examine the metal ornament closely.

He had a feeling.

A sign of a jackpot.