Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 9

I slowly stood up and said to the youths, “Get out of there immediately.”

One of them furrowed his brow and tilted his head.

“What did you say?”

“I said to get out from there immediately. Can’t you see that you are stepping on something?”

“Ah. Grass? And what of it?”

“They’re flowers. Ones the gardener has carefully tended.”

“Flowers, grass. They’re both plants.”

He grinned as if saying, ‘You must be joking.’

The small guy next to him joined in.

“Is that kid really giving us crap for stepping on grass?”

“Looks like it. How ridiculous. Look here. Just who do you think you are? Are you really getting angry at us for stepping on grass?”

“Yeah. We’re invited guests here. We’re the sons of Count Tyren who was invited to this castle!”

As I thought. Guests.

“We’re the children of Count Tyren. I am Digron Tyren. This is my younger brother, Denar Tyren.”

If they are Count Tyren’s…

Is it the Count Tyren I know—? The noble I defeated on the battlefield and took as a prisoner, that is.

“Even if you’re a noble of a backwater such as here, you must have heard of House Tyren that’s renowned even in the capital.”

At that moment, I recalled how uncouth Count Tyren was back then.

I recall him refusing to admit defeat and claiming I must have used some cowardly tactics or that I must have stolen someone else’s swords skills once he found out I was not of noble birth.

I was wondering where this kid got his attitude from, but it turns out it was from his father.

Although I cannot say much on their supposed renown.

“House Tyren is a historic prestigious family!”

At the very least, they are not prestigious due to any swordsmanship.

The taller boy looked to be about 16 years old and the other one looked to be of similar age as me.

They were both young.

But it would be ridiculous to tolerate all of their actions under the excuse of them being young.

Not to mention them being in another noble’s home as guests.

But it looks like they are unaware of the ways of the world.

The southern area may be far from the capital, but why would that mean House Sogres should be ignored?

“Brother, he looks totally scared,” said the younger one.

“Well, that’s normal for someone after hearing the Tyren name. Hey! Since we’re here as guests, I’ll be generous and forgive you, so tell me how to get out of this shitty garden!”

Instead of replying, I simply quietly looked at them.

But that Digron bastard suddenly started approaching me.

“Hey! Can’t you hear me?”

Not surprised. He is not someone talking will work on.

“This asshole’s ignoring me!”

Jerk

I stared at Digron who had grabbed me by the collar.

“Hey. You’re not bowing? You must be crazy. What kind of bastard servant dares to glare at me! This crazy piece of… Augh!”

The moment Digron’s hand was raised, I rammed my head against Digron’s nose.

“Brother! Bro…other!”

Then I hid myself in the bushes I had spotted ahead of time.

My mother had told me that the basics of stealth begins with understanding the layout of the location.

Even if I had no need to be stealthing about, I am always scoping out locations and keeping tabs on places I can hide in.

That is exactly what the fundamentals of stealth are about. I followed them diligently and completely hid myself between the bushes and the wall of the garden’s maze.

“M-my nose! There’s blood! It’s bleeding! I’m going to kill that shitty bastard!”

“Brother! Let’s stop the bleeding first…”

I also needed to move quickly.

No matter how perfect a hiding spot is, if you hide slowly enough for the one chasing you down to notice you, then there is no meaning behind hiding anymore.

“Let me go! But where the hell did that bastard go?!”

“H-he was just here!”

As a result of my lessons, those kids were unable to find me.

Although, the fact that this garden was my domain played a part in it, too.

“Find him! Hurry! I’m going to kill him!”

He did seem to have an anger management issue, however.

When you start something first, how can you get so angry after getting your nose rammed?

If you throw out a punch, you should be prepared to take one too.

That is what a fight is and it is a rule that applies to wars as well.

But instead, it seems that hothead had lived all this time with a different set of rules that let him look down on others.

“Where did that little shit go?!”

I was going to move again from the bushes I was hiding in only after I confirmed the two of them had passed me.

“Let’s split up! Go that way!”

“Oh, okay, brother!”

The moment one of them had departed, a thought flashed into my head.

The flow of magic I had imitated earlier.

If I could imitate that flow in whatever way I want, would I be able to compress it into a tangible power?

It was just a hypothesis, but it was worth trying.

If it was possible then it would be sufficient enough to teach them a lesson without requiring a large amount of power.

I concentrated the magic in my hand while remaining stealthed in the bushes.

“It’s possible.”

I confirmed the magic was slowly being compressed into shape.

Who would have thought this was possible?

“I hear something over here…”

Then the younger of the two bastards headed in an entirely different direction from where I was hidden. The moment he turned his back towards me,

Ping

I shot a compressed bullet of magic at him.

“Oww!”

It exploded on his butt resulting in him screaming.

He bowled over, collapsing with his head in the bushes and his butt sticking out awkwardly.

“Augh, ergg!”

He tried hard to extract himself and managed to do so quickly but his face and clothes were a mess.

He looked around with a confused look on his face, but it was not as if he would be able to find anything.

“B-brother! Brother! Th-there’s something here!”

I wanted to go kick him once, but I was patient. Because I had to face the older of the two brothers soon.

I quietly compressed magic in my hand again and waited for Digron to come.

“Denar, what’s going on?!”

“S-something kicked my butt just now…”

Then the moment Digron appeared, he began screeching, “Show yourself! Get your ass out here! I’ll kill you… Augh!”

A second shot of compressed magic smacked Digron’s butt.

Ah.

My aim was off.

It seemed to have hit right in the crack of the butt instead of on the buttcheek.

“Guhhhh…”

I made an effort to ignore the feeling of pity that welled up.

But I only needed to for a moment.

The bastard was screaming so ferociously that it completely nullified the pity I had been feeling.

“I don’t need this shit! I’ll kill you!”

And then he did something unexpected.

“Answer my call!”

The bastard was a summoner like the younger of my sisters.

Although he was not a genius who had summoned a wyvern at the age of 16 like her…

“Grrrrr.”

The wolf-like summon looked so violent it looked out of place in the garden.

The summon with black glossy fur and a tuft of contrasting white fur on its forehead was baring its sharp fangs.

Was this bastard crazy? Or did I provoke him too much?

What I was certain of was that this ‘Gendpu’ summon was violent enough to destroy this bush in this well-tended garden instantly.

“B-brother!”

“Shut up! You piece of shit… how dare you mess with the likes of me, Digron Tyren?! If you had tried to mess with my family, you would have died on the spot!”

With an evil expression on his face, he sent out the command, “Gendpu. Find him with his scent, right now!”

I put my hand around the short spear strapped to my back.

At that moment, I thought of my father’s skills.

I had confidence I could take care of Gendpu before it found and attacked me.

Okay.

“This bastard. You won’t be able to stay hidden any longer!”

But the resolution to this problem came in a completely unexpected form.

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Thud thud

I had already pulled my short spear out when I locked eyes with Gendpu who had found me.

The moment it discovered me in my hiding place, it halted briefly.

And it stared at me…

Then dropped its tail.

“Whine whine.”

The tail of the summons who had found me in the bushes was wagging left and right.

Then it began licking my hand.

“What in the!”

I think that should’ve been my reaction.

What happened?

I tested it out and extended my hand.

Rather than cowering or being on guard, Gendpu brought its head closer.

“There you go. Good boy.”

I stepped out of the bushes for now and pet Gendpu’s head.

Huff huff

With its tail wagging and with it licking my hand and nuzzling my cheek, it was behaving exactly like a dog.

“Haha, you like it when I scratch your chin, don’t you?”

I recalled how all the various summons my sister Clare summoned had been particularly friendly to me.

I believe it was because they smelled a familiar scent on me that made them think I was one of their kind.

They had not been summoned with the intent of attacking an enemy, in the first place.

But in this case, the summoner and I were not even related by blood…

“Y-you! H-how did you get Gendpu…”

“Not sure. But I have an idea of how you treat your summons normally.”

It is highly likely Digron had a non-existent relationship with his summons.

“This is impossible! How can a summon betray its master?!”

It is possible.

If his affinity with summons is at rock-bottom, while I, according to my sister Clare, have an incredible affinity with summons…

The result from that would be…

“Does that guy hit you normally?”

“Whine whine.”

It does look that way.

Digron had a look of dismay on his face as if he had lost everything.

I shrugged my shoulders and responded, “Anyway, it looks like your summon likes me more than you.”

“This is unbelievable…”

But how did that happen anyway?

How Gendpu lowered its tail upon locking eyes with me, that is.

It was as if…

It had instantly lost its fighting spirit?

This looks like something I should ask my sister Clare about.

“Do you want to continue?” I asked the two guys.

There was no way they could respond.

“Grrrr…”

As if it could read my feelings, Gendpu turned its head to the other side and growled softly.

“Brother…”

“B-be quiet! I’m going to undo the summon now!”

“Brooother…”

“I said to be quiet… Wh-what the hell is this smell?!”

I pinched my nose at the smell that was spreading.

“Ewwww!”

Ah.

Not only did they step on the flowers, but now they were peeing.

I very graciously guided them.

“Just so you know, the bathrooms are in the first floor of the main castle’s basement.”

“You bastard… I’ll make you regret it!”

I have not seen a single guy make such a statement and be able to follow through with it.

I grinned at the two of them running away completely forgetting about undoing the summon.

Whine whine

“Haha, good boy.”

I petted Gendpu’s head and felt surprised once again.

I, who had never summoned before, was suddenly handling a summon like this.

While several factors had coincidentally come together, it was an undeniable fact that I could handle summons.

“If my sister found out, I’m sure she’d be so happy.”

But in any case, what should I do about Gendpu?

As time passes, the summon will naturally undo itself, but I could not wait forever because people come to this garden frequently.

“Should I try?”

After debating for a bit, I thought of one of the theories my sister Clare had taught me.

“She said that the link between the summoner and the summon being broken was important, if I recall.”

For a summoner, undoing the summon is just as important as summoning.

Knowing the right time to terminate the link and using magic sparingly was said to be characteristic of a good summoner.

However, I was not linked to Gendpu.

“But what if I take it as my own?”

I looked carefully at Gendpu.

I discovered a very fine thread coming out of its head extending toward the direction where Digron had run off to.

So that was it.

“The trace of a link.”

My affinity for magic is so high that I could even see this.

Considering how much effort mages and summoners expend on understanding the flow of magic, I have been truly blessed with this talent.

“Good.”

I covered the very fine thread of magic with my own magic.

Then the taut string coming out of its head split in two and the end of one of them was connected to me.

“That was very simple.”

And that is how I became connected to Gendpu.

Whine whine

It was even more affectionately rubbing its body on me.

Gendpu was so lively it nearly jumped on me to lick me all over. I barely managed to peel Gendpu off me and take a look at the thread of magic.

The thread of magic that had split into two now had only one thread remaining that was connected to only me. I quickly felt a slight sense of dizziness come over me.

“My magic is continuously being drained.”

My sister Clare had told me that the amount of magic a summon consumes was astounding.

A simple summon is not that big of a deal, but maintaining one is what sets a summoner’s skills apart.

One cannot simply have a large pool of magic. Maybe we can say that what is important is how efficiently it is used?

I had to agree. Since I was here trying to maintain a summon without ever having summoned before. To compare, it would be similar to trying to run before learning how to walk.

“But I think I can maintain it for a rather long time.”

Unfortunately, I had to send it back now. I would not be able to leave such a scary looking creature in the garden.

“Whiiine…”

They say that summons can instinctively read their summoner’s minds and that looks to be true. Gendpu licked my hand as if telling me not to go.

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you soon.”

I stroked Gendpu’s head and cut the thread of magic.

Gendpu then slowly became transparent and soon disappeared. Its eyes that had been filled with regret seemed to be lingering.

“If I tried to summon Gendpu, would I be able to see this little guy again?”

I should ask my sister Clare later.

Anyhow, I would have never guessed that I could do something like this solely due to my high affinity when I had never summoned before.

I thought I would try to actually summon next time.

Although I had not received the required code yet.

“Over here, Father!”

“Eesh! Why is this place like a maze!”

“That’s what I’m saying! Okay, we’ve arrived.”

Just then, a commotion broke out at one end of the garden.

A bit later, Digron, who had not even wiped the blood off his nose appeared with a man who appeared to be Count Tyren.

Hm.

He looked to have gained weight since the time I had captured him as a prisoner.

Peace is good, indeed.

I quietly watched Count Tyren approach.

But he came before me with a fearsome expression on his face.

“I am Mogard Tyren, the head of House Tyren in the capital and the master of the castle for House Tyren.”

He sounded like he wanted to sound more dignified than he did but could not because his voice was trembling due to all the fat that had accumulated around his neck.

“As an invited guest, I tried to endure it as much as possible, but after seeing my son’s face in this state and hearing that a summon was forcibly taken from him, I could no longer restrain myself and have come here.”

Count Tyren asked me, “You ruffian, identify yourself.”

And so I replied, “I am the youngest son of Count Arken Sogres, the master of the southern parts and the head of House Sogres. I am Dane Sogres.”

Count Tyren’s face contorted at my response.