The Place Where He Was Reincarnated Was Hell - The 300-Year-Old Frontier Defense Line of the Margrave Family - Episode 10

 

On a sunny afternoon, there was a tense atmosphere in the training grounds of Vangarde Castle.

 

It is rumored that Victor “perfectly replicated” the movements of Head Butler Garland during a recent training session, but the group is made up of young knights and apprentices who are not yet ready to go to the front lines.

 

“Did you hear? Lord Victor has perfectly replicated Lord Garland’s sword technique…”

 

“Is that possible? Even with his prosthetic leg, Lord Garland is a legendary figure who once served as the leader of the Knights.”

 

As they whispered, still unable to believe it, the man they were looking at was Victor, the second son of the Vanguard family, who was rumored to have grown up rapidly.

 

Alfons von Adler, the son of the current Grand Master of the Knights, was also concerned about the story.

 

He is a fierce knight who makes the most of his large physique and wields a two-handed sword with great force. He has been expected to have a bright future since he was a child, but he seems to be interested in Victor, who is growing faster than him.

 

“Good morning, Victor. Your exploits the other day… the rumors were true.”

 

Alfonse spoke with a gentle smile. His gaze was calm, but deep within it, there was a sharp light.

 

Victor responded with a slight shrug.

 

“Well, I just recreated Garland’s swordsmanship with magic and applied it to myself… but since there is a difference in our physiques, I haven’t been able to fully master it yet.”

 

Those words caused a murmur among the surrounding knights.

 

Normally, to “reproduce” sword techniques that require years of training in such a short period is proof of extraordinary talent.

 

“Well then, Lord Victor, how about a sparring session with Lord Alfons?”

 

Alfonse’s smile deepened at the suggestion of the apprentice knight, who wanted to find out the truth behind the rumors.

 

“I’d love to. Is that okay with you, Victor?”

 

“It’s fine… Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

 

Victor’s confident response piqued the attention of the young knights.

 

They all wanted to see for themselves the true strength of Victor, who was said to have defeated Head Butler Garland in a serious duel.

 

(I never thought there would be so many rumors about it… But thanks to using the 『Fake Hero’s Magical Armor』 every day, my body is becoming more and more accustomed to the movements. I can now do more reflexive movements without thinking.)

 

Victor had always been concerned that, even in something as simple as swordsmanship, it took far too long for a former ordinary person to become a master.

 

However, we can say that this issue was resolved by using a sort of cheat called magic.

 

The next step is to gain combat experience and develop a sense of combat.

 

He thought that this time, training with Alfonse, who is five years older than him, might be just right for him to further confirm and refine the skills he had acquired so far.

 

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Victor and Alphonse move towards the center of the training ground.

 

All around him, the knight trainees and their sons formed a semicircle and held their breath.

 

Alfonse holds his two-handed sword and wraps his blade in fire magic. A single blow from his massive frame is as destructive as any knight on the front lines.

 

On the other hand, Victor is a genius who has strengthened his body with lightning magic and is rumored to have “perfectly reproduced” the sword techniques of the former Knight Commander Garland.

 

“Victor, please don’t be shy and give it your all.”

 

Alfonse took a deep breath and filled his two-handed sword with even more fire-element magical power. A heat haze-like shimmer rose from the tip of the sword, and the surrounding air became scorching hot.

 

“–Well then, let’s get started.”

 

The moment Victor muttered calmly, a bolt of lightning engulfed his body.

 

The ground was scorched by purple lightning, and several pale blue bolts discharged from the sword.

 

 

“Haaah!”

 

Alfonse charged head-on. His two-handed sword swung down in one go, and a burst of fire magic dug into the earth. Its destructive power was beyond the level of a young knight, and it was clear he had the makings of a fierce warrior.

 

but–

 

“….”

 

In an instant, intense sparks fly.

 

Victor twisted his body and, using the evasive maneuvers he’d learned from Garland, deflected the blow while also neutralizing it with a flash of lightning on his sword. A flash of light and a shockwave shook the training ground.

 

“What speed… Alfons’ sword went right through…”

 

The surrounding knights held their breath.

 

Victor then slid his lightning-charged sword into Alphonse’s chest, but Alphonse concentrated fire magic into his fist and blocked the blow, and the lightning grazed his arm, sending a tingling sensation through the air.

 

“Guh… As expected of you, Lord Victor…!”

 

Sparks and lightning flashed as the fierce battle between the two men stirred the excitement of onlookers to a fever pitch.

 

 

(Alfonse’s two-handed sword is extremely destructive. But it has a large charge time, so we can see all of his movements and deal with them…)

 

Even in the middle of combat, Victor calmly analyzed his opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.

 

Thanks to Garland’s technique and the enhanced dynamic vision from lightning magic, he was able to see his opponent’s swing and choose the optimal position.

 

(It’s about time to wrap it up…)

 

Alfonse swung his two-handed sword back and began to gather fire magic. The air around him started to shudder like hot wind, and his vision became slightly distorted.

 

“I’m going.”

 

Victor quickly stepped towards Alfonse and, using the sharp sword technique he inherited from Garland, struck him with a horizontal slash laced with lightning.

 

 

“…!?”

 

 

Sparks erupted, and Alphonse’s two-handed sword was deflected wildly. His body tried to brace itself against the force of the impact, but was unable to withstand it and swayed backwards, just as Victor’s sword came to rest at his neck.

 

 

“Let’s stop here.”

 

 

When the lightning subsided, all that remained was heat, the smell of burning food, and silence.

 

Eventually, Alfonse let out a deep breath and lowered his sword, his lips trembling.

 

“I’ve been completely defeated. I never thought it would end this way. I’m in awe of you, Lord Victor.”

 

Alfonse’s large body shook as he gave a frustrated smile. However, there was also a sense of relief in his expression. If the son of his master, Vanguard, was this strong, perhaps it was a sense of security that the power to protect his territory would be even stronger.

 

 

“I can’t believe Alfonse was cornered so easily…”

 

“Not only his strength, but his technique is also godlike…”

 

The knight apprentices watching expressed their shock and trembling voices.

 

“Victor, you’ve replicated Garland’s movements perfectly…”

 

“Not only that, but his control of lightning magic is incredibly precise… as expected of a Vanguard bloodline.”

 

As the voices of praise and amazement piled up, Victor smiled a little shyly.

 

(However, this is the result of copying Garland’s technique…

 

I can’t say I’ve mastered the technique yet. I still need to make adjustments as my body grows, so I still have a long way to go.)

 

Although he muttered this to himself with a hint of self-mockery in his mind, it was true that those around him highly praised him. Everyone was amazed at the talent he had achieved to reach such a practical level in such a short time.

 

“As expected of Victor. I hope we can continue training together in the future.”

 

Alfonse expressed his sincere respect with a hint of regret. He and Victor exchanged glances and faint smiles.

 

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At that moment, Clarissa von Schwarz, the daughter of the vice commander of the knights, who specializes in mobile combat combining wind magic and spear magic, approached.

 

Combined with her good looks, she is very popular with the surrounding knights.

 

Even in my previous life, I had rarely seen anyone as beautiful as her.

 

Honestly, I’m a little nervous.

 

“Victor-sama, it seems like your magic has become much more precise than before…”

 

“Yeah, I recently created an original magic spell. It’s a system where you memorize the ideal movements you’ve seen into the magical armor, and then reproduce the techniques as needed. It requires quite precise manipulation of magical energy, but it was surprisingly easy once you got the hang of it.”

 

When Victor explains it casually, Clarissa looks surprised and confused.

 

“…You said you created an original spell? And it was to make someone remember the image of wearing magical armor? I can’t imagine that.”

 

Victor, who has knowledge of his past life, has concepts of images and data, but it is difficult for him to put them into words and express them in this world.

 

Victor noticed this and became vague.

 

“Well, more like ‘memories’… You know, physical strengthening magic increases the speed at which magical power circulates within the body, right? It’s similar to that, but you can think of it as if you were wearing wind armor on the outside of your body.”

 

“You can do so many things at the same time, even during a battle? It seems difficult to me.”

 

Clarissa tries to use her magical powers to put on armor herself, but it always comes undone.

 

Watching this, Victor gave a wry smile, looking a little apologetic.

 

(Well, at first, I just forcibly copied Garland-sama’s sword techniques. Not everyone can do this.)

 

“There’s no need to rush. If we combine the wind armor with Clarissa’s spear skills and mobility, I’m sure it will be powerful. Just try it out little by little.”

 

“…Yes, thank you, Lord Victor.”

 

Clarissa blushed slightly as she smiled and picked up her spear again.

 

(She has a beautiful appearance and is good at magic… no wonder she’s so popular.)

 

While Victor thought this to himself, he wondered to what extent the image of magical armor was commonly understood.

 

“Oh, Lord Victor. Please call me ‘Clarice’.”

 

As expected of a knight who specializes in wind magic, he is unusually fast at closing the distance.

 

What’s the age difference between us and our previous lives? Get a grip on yourself, me.

 

The other guy is only 13 years old.

 

…..Honestly, it’s so cute.

 

“Okay, Clarice.

 

Please continue to support us.”

 

Clarissa – I mean Clarice – laughed happily.

 

Amidst the admiration and praise for Victor’s rapid growth, the young knights of Vanguard are filled with hope.

 

Aiming for even greater heights, they continue to train day after day.