I Was Reincarnated As The Brother Of A Villainous Young Lady, But I Couldn't Use Magic, So I Used My Sword To Slash Down The Doom Flag - Chapter 23

“You failed…? What do you mean?!”

In one area of the marquis lands, a man’s angry voice echoed. His name is Walgar. He is a retainer for the Hartmann Marquis Family and also the head of one of the branch families.

Cowering before Walgar’s furious face, a man dressed in black tried to report everything he had seen and heard to his master.

“We successfully kidnapped Siluria Hartmann and Tilti Ranger and locked them up in the designated place. But… due to Sold Ranger’s counterattack, they were completely wiped out…”

“No way… That boy was supposed to have left secretly with Lord Like to conquer the dungeon. Why is he here?!”

“I-I do not know…”

Lord Like had been handling matters in secret, but now the enemy is among our own people. It is hard to hide this from the retainers.

Understanding this, Walgar had planned this operation. His idea was: If Lord Like failed to conquer the dungeon, that would be fine. When Siluria, who had watched everything with her Clairvoyance magic, requested a rescue, they would act.

If Lord Like had lost a knight by leaving without permission and had been saved at the last minute, he would have no choice but to obey Walgar’s orders. Worst case, if Lord Like died in the dungeon, then Walgar would comfort a heartbroken Siluria and use that as a chance to grab power.

On the other hand, if Lord Like had succeeded in the dungeon conquest, their plan was different. They would kidnap Siluria and wait for Lord Like’s return. Then, with Walgar’s men, they would “rescue” her to earn favor.

Their plan had nearly succeeded, and they had easily kidnapped Siluria. But they did not expect her to return so soon.

“But first of all… Even if there were a way for him to return, wasn’t Sold Ranger more than just a child who uses swordsmanship? Didn’t you even bring out cursed tools along with your ‘Shadow’ group? And now, you claim that a single child has wiped out all of them?!”

Walgar had heard that Sold had repelled the attack by Dogora and his thieves. However, they are just bandits. They are only a bunch of weak thugs who cannot even use magic properly. The knights were noisy only because a child is strong, they thought.

Yet even Walgar’s proud assassin squad, and even Dogora—who was given a cursed tool that granted him overwhelming power to rival a knight—had been defeated by Sold.

I could not believe it.

“Our ‘Shadow’ group was completely overwhelmed by that boy’s single sword swing. And Dogora… he was not an ordinary bandit; he had the strength of a knight. Even when he transformed into a demon man using his cursed tool, his power still did not reach that boy.”

“…Impossible.”

Walgar slumped onto a nearby sofa, his face slack with exhaustion. His common sense told him such a thing could not be true. Yet the plan had failed, and the name of Lord Like—who had conquered the dungeon at the tender age of ten—would soon spread in social circles. There was no stopping this flow.

“Damn it… Is there nothing we can do? This chance will never come again…!!”

Walgar longed for power. Although he was the head of a branch family, he was only a pawn used by the Hartmann Marquis Family. For him, the position of the one who controls power looked like the supreme seat that he could never obtain, no matter how much he desired it.

Yet his longing was only a longing, and everything would have ended without incident—if not for the sudden illness of Lord Like’s father, the current head of the Hartmann family.

With the direct heirs still very young and uncertain about who would take over, Walgar dreamed that, with careful maneuvering, he could become the one who holds the power. Once he began dreaming, he could not stop. He felt that he must take advantage of this chance no matter what. Walgar had already crossed the point of no return.

“Something… something…!!”

If a truly clever man had been here, he would not have remained just a pawn. Instead, his ambition would have soared. Now, his only choice was to return to his daily life and hide even more to avoid his past sins being exposed.

That was how it should have been.

“Hey, Walgar, you seem troubled, don’t you?”

“Ah, you… Why are you here?!”

I saw a young boy standing in Walgar’s secret hideout—a place that no one should know about. Standing there as if he had always been there was a boy who was about the same age as Sold. This boy is the head of the fearsome dark merchant group “Titans” that has spread across the kingdom, and he is also the next head of a great noble family.

“You must be wondering what happened to the cursed tool I gave you. It is still a prototype—more data is better.”

“I am sorry… It failed…!”

“I know, that is why I have come.”

The boy then pulled several cursed tools and an arm bracelet out of thin air and threw them to Walgar. Walgar, catching them hurriedly, looked confused.

“Um… what is this…?”

“Cursed tools still give great power but turn the user into a demon man. And this is a magic item to control those demon men. It works independently of the user’s will.”

“Huh…!!”

Cursed tools are very powerful, but they come with the cost of turning the user into a demon and robbing them of their reason, causing them to go berserk. But with this bracelet, one can control those demon men perfectly.

“With this, you could even overturn the marquis family. You could become a hero who saves the marquis lands from a demon attack.”

“Oh…!!”

That might mean that, by using this, one could even replace Lord Like and become the head of the family with the support of the people. However, Walgar was just a small man, and he felt uneasy receiving such power suddenly.

“I appreciate it, but why are you giving me something like this?”

“Didn’t I say? I need data from using it. I will gain valuable data from my friend, and you will get what you want… It’s a win-win.”

“I… I see…!!”

Walgar, though cautious because he is small, was easily convinced by the reasons that sounded reasonable. The boy looked at Walgar with a kind, loving gaze.

“Do your best. I am cheering for you.”

“Yes!! I will surely meet your expectations…!!”

Watching their conversation, a man from the “Shadow” group thought deeply.

Maybe he had chosen the wrong person to serve him.