The Reincarnated Wizard Who Will Eventually Become the Strongest-Chapter 197: Manion and the Merchant 2
Chapter 197: Manion and the Merchant 2
Translated by AmaLynne
Manion stared skeptically at the suddenly appearing merchant.
βWhat do you mean I canβt take anything from him?β ππο½ο½ο½ππο½.ο½ππ
βI donβt know what kind of man Samuel Scheidt is in your mind, but the Samuel I know is undoubtedlyβ¦ the strongest wizard.β
Manion couldnβt easily accept the words of the merchant, who seemed to respect Sam in some way.
βHah, you think someone who cowered before me could be the strongest? If heβs the strongest, then I am too!β
βYour words aside, you probably canβt defeat Samuel. Even if you could, who would acknowledge you and say that whatβs Samuelβs is yours?β
βT-Thatβsβ¦β
βSamuel isnβt just strong; heβs on good terms with King Clyde Isle Sky, the ruler of the Sky Kingdom. He also has many allies among the Court Wizard and the Sword Saint. How many allies do you have?β
Manion couldnβt respond to the merchantβs words. As the merchant pointed out, Manion lacked the kind of connections Sam had.
βI could have been like him if I had lived in the capital.β
βYes, yes, of course. Itβs because you were stuck in a remote and desolate baronβs territory that you ended up inferior to Samuel.β
βIβm not inferior! Sure, I donβt have his connections, but thereβs no way Iβm inferior to that guy!β
βOh, my apologies. Yes, Manion-sama, you are not inferior to Samuel. Youβd win if it came to a fight, right?β
βOf course! Thereβs no way Iβd lose to that scumbag!β
βBut with that unseemly, fat body of yours, can you even swing a sword properly, let alone run?β
.
βAre you insulting me?β
Manionβs face turned crimson as he spat angrily.
However, he felt self-conscious about his corpulent belly, so he tried to hide it.
βIf you were to try to take what he has, Samuel would surely resist. He would fight tooth and nail to keep whatβs his.β
βSo, what should I do then?β
βThatβs where I would like to introduce this product.β
As if he had been waiting for the right moment, the merchant pulled a jet-black sword from thin air.
From the blade to the hilt, it was an eerie longsword, entirely black.
Manion couldnβt understand it, but if Sam had been there, he would have sensed the ominous magical power emanating from the sword.
βW-What is this eerie sword?β
βOh my, βeerieβ is quite an apt description. The power concealed within this sword is far from ordinary. You see, itβs a magic sword.β
βA magic sword!?β
[ TN: ιε£; magic sword; cursed sword; demon sword. ]
Manionβs eyes widened in astonishment.
It was understandable.
Magic swords werenβt something you encountered every day.
They were typically handcrafted by skilled artisans who had trained for years, using high-quality materials and imbuing them with magic.
They werenβt mass-produced, and you wouldnβt easily come across them in the market.
They were often passed down as heirlooms in noble families or obtained by seasoned adventurers from the deepest reaches of dungeons.
Manion was a swordsman at heart, and he had always admired magic swords.
Having one right in front of him was astonishing.
βYes, a magic sword. It was quite a challenge to acquire, but the effort was worth it.β
βS-So, hand it over! With a magic sword, even Iβ¦β
βYes, of course. I will gladly present it to Manion-sama.β
ββ¦Really?β
Manion had shouted for the magic sword in excitement, but he was taken aback by the merchantβs swift agreement.
He started to wonder if it might be a fake.
βHowever, there are conditions I must mention before handing it over.β
βConditions? What are they?β
βItβs about being recognized by this magic sword. Magic swords are said to have their own will and choose their wielders. If youβre chosen, you can gain unimaginable power, but if youβre not, it will drain your life and lead to your death.β
Manionβs throat made a gulp as he heard this. The merchant grinned at the boyβs reaction.
βNow, what will you do?β
βT-Thatβsβ¦β
Realizing the life-threatening risk involved, Manion became frightened.
While he had planned to take everything from Sam, he thought he needed a weapon to defeat him.
However, his true feelings were that he didnβt want to take this risk.
βWhy are you hesitating when youβre trying to take everything from Sam?β
A scolding voice chastised Manion, who couldnβt reach for the magic sword in fear.
βOh, Mother.β
βMadam.β
It was Manionβs mother, Yolanda.
She had likely come to look for him after resting in the carriage.
Yolanda glanced at her hesitant son in front of the magic sword, snorted, and fixed her gaze on the merchant.
βI donβt know who this merchant is, but itβs a wise decision to set their sights on my son, Manion.β
βIβm honored by your praise.β
βNow, Manion, take the magic sword.β
βButβ¦β
βTake it! You coward! Youβre planning to take everything from Samuel and take revenge on my husband and Harry, arenβt you? Why are you hesitating? Donβt you have the courage to risk your life?β
βButβ¦β
βHurry up! You blockhead!β
βYes!β
Under his motherβs unreserved scolding, Manion, intimidated by the magic sword, reflexively reached out and grasped its hilt.
βAh.β
In that moment, he felt a connection with the magic sword, as if it had touched his very soul.
βOh, this is marvelous! The magic sword has recognized Manion-sama as its master!β
βIβ¦ Iβve been chosen by the magic sword?β
βYes, indeed! From this moment, you are a sword mage! You have become a sword mage!β
βAmazing, Manion! As expected of my son! Even my husband doesnβt possess a magic sword, and yet youβve acquired one! Now you can kill Samuel and take everything!β
βCongratulations!β
Manion, who had unexpectedly become the master of the magic sword, was bewildered by what had happened to him.
But the praises from his mother and the merchant made him realize that he was indeed the chosen one.
βIβm a sword mage! Yes, Iβve been chosen! Iβm extraordinary! Iβm a genius!β
βThatβs right, Manion! Youβre my son, so youβre undoubtedly special!β
βNow, with this, I can take everything from Samuel! I can even take revenge on Father and Harry!β
Manion, feeling emboldened after being chosen by the magic sword, began to laugh loudly.
Yolanda joined him in laughter, both of them seemingly excited.
While applauding Manion, the merchant wore a twisted smile.
βNow then, Manion-sama, I have a proposition for you.β
βWhat is it?β
βWould you like to test your skills with a practice swing?β
βA practice swing?β
βYes, a practice swing. Fortunately, we are in the territory of Viscount Riedl here, the very land of your former fiancΓ©e who rejected you. Doesnβt this seem like a fitting place to wield your magic sword?β
At the merchantβs words, Manion and Yolanda exchanged sinister smiles.
They understood what the merchant intended.
βFortunately, thereβs a small village nearby. How about it, for a test of your swordsmanship?β
βVery well, show us the way!β
βAs I expected you would say. Follow me.β
Guided by the merchant, Manion took the magic sword and followed. Yolanda also walked alongside her son as they ventured deeper into the forest.
On that day, one village was utterly destroyed.