The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 96

: Sword (3)

Jamie looked out the window at the dark sky and yawned.

5 o'clock in the morning. If it was normal, it would be normal to stay away from it now, but starting today, I finally learn the sword.

Earl Wellton told me to gather at the gym by 6 am yesterday, so I prepared in advance and woke up an hour early to wake up.

"purr-purr-"

" You are sleeping making all sorts of strange noises."

Meanwhile, Bena was sleeping with her body curled up like a shrimp, making strange breathing sounds.

I wanted to joke around, but I decided to quit.

Unlike yesterday, I have to deal with Sarah today.

However, yesterday, Sarah said that she wanted to see Bena and cried. I have to let Bena play all day today.

"Sleep well while dreaming sweet dreams. In a little while, that dream will be over."

"Ugh ."

As if Jamie's voice could be heard in her dream, Bena began to tremble.

Jamie smiled and changed into her work clothes.

After that, we had a brief meditation time and headed to the gym just in time.

"What kind of training are you going to do?"

I did not expect to learn the swordsmanship of the Welton family. No matter how small the Welton family, there was no way he could teach them such arcane swordsmanship without even the basics.

it's probably good

It starts with a blank sheet.

It will absorb anything like a sponge and stand out in the sword as in magic.

'Because the body definitely has good performance.'

It is the blood of Welton, and it is a body that has been strengthened with the Orb of Life.

I had never used it in hand-to-hand combat, but I was confident that I would at least do the basics.

Basically, Jamie Welton has been a very narcissistic person since the days of Diablo Volfir.

He hadn't the slightest thought that he was going to fail.

"It's all here."

Jamie saw the door leading into the dance hall.

If you enter this door, you will learn the sword in earnest.

It's always nice to learn something new. Even if it is a field that is completely different from magic.

I thought about what my father would teach me today, and I opened the door and went inside.

However, it was not Earl Welton who faced him when he entered the dance hall.

"My name is Hamilton Leonardo. I am the instructor who will be in charge of the master's training from today."

The man who introduced himself as Hamilton boasted red-brown hair, dark features, and copper-colored skin.

Jamie knew him.

He was Earl Welton's aide and vice-captain of the Knights of Pier.

In Apton Hang, I heard that he stayed at High's instead of the general manager, Jack.

I haven't seen it since I came back.

There was no contact at all, and he was quite a busy person within the family. But why are you standing in the dance hall instead of the Count at this hour?

'Instructor?'

I asked him if something was wrong.

"Where is your father, Sir Leonardo ."

Then Hamilton answered with an expressionless face.

"The great sword master can't teach a kid who is just starting out with swords himself, right?"

It wasn't wrong, but the temperature of the horse was quite high, which was embarrassing.

Jamie is the small head of the Welton family.

Even the deputy commander of the Fear Knights, the elite of the family, was not in a position to treat him rudely.

Either way, Hamilton continued.

"For a while, I will teach the master."

"Yeah, that's right. But I can't see anything like a wooden sword.

I looked around, but I couldn't find any training items prepared in the gym.

To learn swordsmanship, you need a sword.

Since a beginner cannot use a true sword, he must have a wooden sword for practice, but there was no such thing.

Hamilton grinned. That smile was an obvious ridicule.

"You don't need a wooden sword for the training you are going to do today."

on?

"The master will run the gym from now on."

Are you running all of a sudden?

Jamie came here to learn swords, not to jump. I called Hamilton to ask.

"Sir Leonardo?"

stop. From now on, the master, please call me Instructor, not Sir."

However, the answer that came back was a cold expression and voice.

Hamilton had a red hat on his head when he was ready. It was the first hat I had seen, and even the eyes were shadowed, creating a darker atmosphere.

'When did you write that?'

Did you learn any magic?

Hamilton continued as Jamie had a nonsensical thought.

"And the answer to what the instructor said in the future is 'evil'."

"Is it evil?"

young master. no. Jamie trainee."

The name was suddenly changed.

It would have been impossible under normal circumstances, but for now, somehow, Hamilton could not disobey.

"Ah, evil!"

"Is that the only sound?"

Ouch!

right. You are very good."

Hamilton said that, even wearing sunglasses.

So where the hell did it come from and when did you use it?

Jamie wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask in this atmosphere.

Hamilton put on his sunglasses and ordered the trainee.

"Let's run from now on."

" How much do you mean?"

"No questions needed! Just follow your orders! Run what!"

Ouch!

Jamie started crying and running through the wide arena.

* * *

"After all, Hamilton is good at educating trainees."

Earl Wellton looked at Jamie, who was running hard from the top of the mansion, overlooking the gymnasium.

Beside him, Sears was watching his son with a worried look.

Would it be okay?

"It won't be okay."

Sears frowned at her husband's irresponsible remarks.

The countess said with a firm expression on the woman's face.

"You still have to do it. Only then will he truly prove the determination he showed yesterday."

Jamie's will is only that much if she's just frustrated in the run.

And even if Jamie gave up, the Count would never teach his son the vision of the family.

"It's harsh."

"It must be harsh. In order not to tarnish Welton's name. And that's nothing."

"Are you going to add more later?"

"This is just the beginning, and once you get the sword in earnest, you have no intention of taking care of your son from then on."

"Can I be a little softer?"

"At least my father didn't care for me."

That's why I was able to become a sword master.

Sears understood, too, but seeing his suffering son made his heart ache.

"You will do well. Because he is our son."

The Count wrapped his arms around Sears' shoulder.

Sears leaned on her husband's chest, watching her son run hard.

Ah. I forgot to tell you."

What?

"Perhaps the next day or so, the Viscount Ballet will arrive in Heiss."

"Why are you saying that now?!"

Sears exclaimed in amazement.

"This is not the time. Come on, get ready... ."

"What are you in such a hurry for? I'm arriving the day after tomorrow. And the Viscount Ballet is my brother-in-law. It's okay to treat me comfortably... ."

"Then we have to treat it with more respect. I'll stop going down. What should I prepare first, baby?"

Sears went down the stairs with great speed.

Earl Wellton scratched the back of his head, staring blankly at the spot where she had disappeared.

I looked out the window again.

Jamie was running better than expected.

"Cheer up, Jamie."

Training has just begun.

* * *

'hot .'

The time when the sun rose in the middle of the sky.

Jamie was still running.

I don't know how many hours I've run, but now I can't feel anything down my lower back.

'Isn't it autumn?'

Even in autumn, it was a hot season to run in the sun.

If it hadn't been for the occasional wind that blows, I'd be exhausted quickly.

It's a shame that this is also autumn, but if it was midsummer, it would have spread right away.

'Damn it. Isn't that child tired?'

Hamilton stood in the center of the arena as if nailed to it for hours on end. I thought it might be a stone statue.

In the beginning, there was still respect, but now there is nothing but evil.

'How long do I have to run?'

Slowly I can't breathe well.

It felt like my lungs were collapsing.

My head was too hot, and above all, the world was starting to turn yellow.

Jamie knew better than anyone what it was like. Because I've experienced it dozens of times in the past.

'My body is pushed to its limits.'

Even though he was born with Welton's blood and fortified with the Orb of Life, it was surprising that he was driven to this extent.

Gubo, who ran for several hours without a break, was excruciatingly difficult.

Especially for a human like Jamie who didn't exercise properly, time seemed like hell.

'I want to lie down.'

But only thinking, Jamie didn't stop, even when he didn't know if he was walking or running.

It was a very difficult situation, but in my previous life, I went through countless situations that were hundreds or even thousands of times more difficult than this.

The mental strength that was so signed did not succumb to this canter.

'It's disappointing.'

Jamie's instructor Hamilton was shocked by Jamie's canter that had been going on for over five hours.

'How can a 7-year-old boy keep running without a break?'

I knew Jamie Welton was a great boy.

An undisputed magical genius. I heard that he even became a saint of the Pyro goddess.

I think I would be surprised by that alone, but he also had incredible stamina.

'I've never seen him exercise before.'

The life orb's resilience did one thing, but even considering that, Jamie's stamina was unbelievable.

The shock that Hamilton received, unaware of that fact, was difficult to describe.

'It's ridiculous.'

As an aide to the Count, he knew something about Jamie. In fact, the Count has been consulting with us several times.

-My son was chosen by magic, not by sword. I don't know how. If you have enough talent, you should give up the sword and focus on magic, but... What would you do if it were you?

Hamilton didn't answer.

If Grado's child had been gifted with a great talent for magic, his worries would have been extreme.

The Count eventually decided to force his son to choose magic over swords. Hamilton thought it was the right decision.

'Sir. We were both wrong.'

unbelievable stamina.

Perseverance not to give up.

Patience to endure everything.

It wasn't just magic that Jamie Welton was born with.

'You have to actually catch the sword to know.'

Hamilton was half convinced.

A 7-year-old boy who wants to run somehow even if he moves smoothly, learn to use his sword nicely.

"This should be enough."

Running any further was nothing more than torture.

"You may stop!"

Hamilton told Jamie to stop running.

But Jamie kept running, as if he couldn't hear him.

It was as if his body had reached its limit and his five senses were shutting down.

"Trainee! You can stop running!"

He shouted louder, but this time, Jamie continued running as if the sound didn't reach him.

Countless times, Hamilton walked over to Jamie.

My shoulders were drooping as if I was about to fall, and my back was bent.

"Jamie trainee, stop running !"

It was Hamilton's moment when he grabbed Jamie's shoulder and tried to stop him.

ts aw-

A creepy power emanated from Jamie.

Jamie's half-turned eyes were as sharp as a beast.

Hamilton took a step back without realizing it. Realizing that, his face became indescribably complicated.

He didn't know how to accept that he had been overpowered by this little boy.

Wait a minute-

uh?

Jamie's face returned to normal.

Then he asked Hamilton with a tired face.

"Instructor, are you finished?"

" ."

"Instructor?"

Ah. uh. Yes. Today's training ends here.

When Jamie called again, Hamilton came to his senses and cleared his voice to signal the end of training.

Jamie smiled faintly at the fact that she didn't have to run anymore.

"Now I can rest ."

Jamie's words didn't end there.

The boy, who was lying on his back and stretched out, snored inappropriately and fell asleep.

Hamilton looked at Jamie who was asleep and rubbed his face.

How am I supposed to report the appearance of Jamie I just showed to the Count?

" It's not easy."

He took Jamie in his arms and headed to the room.

- Continued on next episode -