I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 11

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1. The Duchess (3)
The way to the coastal cliff is simple.
Leaving through the west gate of the fortress city of Roven, a vast forest unfolds. It was sparsely populated, but there were also very few monsters or wild animals. Just follow the path, and you’ll see the cliff through the foliage.
‘It’s a good thing it’s not an uphill climb.’
I walked silently along the forest path. I occasionally encountered a few residents gathering herbs or wild vegetables, but they just gave me indifferent glances and didn’t bother talking to me.
“If I remember correctly, it should be around here…”
Rustle.
I stopped upon finding a large, ancient tree and searched the surroundings. There should be a side path hidden by bushes, to the left of this tree.
“…Ah!”
As expected, it was just as I remembered. After cutting through the bushes with my sword, a narrow path appeared, just wide enough for a person to pass through.
After walking along the path for about five minutes, the scent of salt and a cool sea breeze brushed past my cheeks.
Swooooosh-!
“….”
The scenery atop the cliff truly deserved the word ‘spectacular’. The endless horizon, seagulls soaring through the blue sky. And at the edge of the cliff, a small tree was growing.
“This place hasn’t changed much.”
This space had a way of stirring emotions, even in the most rational of people.
Facing the waves crashing white against the cliffs below and the warmth of the sunlight, wouldn’t anyone’s sharp edges be softened?
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‘There’s… no tomb.’
I then realized that the graveyard from the ‘Tomb on the Coastal Cliff’ in the original game wasn’t here and slowly started walking back.
“…I should head back.”
Lancelot’s mother wasn’t dead. There was no tomb on the coastal cliff, nor the sword stuck in front of it. The implications were clear.
‘It’s not too late. Lancelot’s mother is in the fortress city of Roven.’
And that meant the reward I could get from Lancelot was within reach.
…Well, I didn’t grant his request because I was expecting a reward in the first place.
I had only known Lancelot for a few days, but I liked him. His personality was refreshingly straightforward, and his upright heart, which cared for the weak, would surely be of great help in the future.
But then.
“…Crazy.”
Something strange caught my eye at the end of my vision as I was about to turn back.
Step, step.
Someone appeared, walking along the side path. To my surprise, it was ‘Maria Theresa,’ the woman I had seen at the victory parade today.
‘…What is that crazy woman doing here?’
Question marks filled my mind.
Calm down. It was undeniable that she had looked at me during the parade. But it was too absurd to think that this encounter was intentional.
Yes, it was purely coincidental. She just happened to know about this famous spot near Roven.
“Hello?”
“….”
I bowed my head naturally, as if greeting a fellow hiker on the same mountain, and passed by Maria.
‘Please just stay put. Don’t look at me.’
As I passed her, her head followed my movement.
Naturally, my pounding heart showed no signs of calming down. Hoping she wouldn’t acknowledge me, I intended to get out of here as quickly as possible.
“…Stop.”
Halt.
Fate completely ignored my wishes. At the same time, my legs, which had been moving forward vigorously, came to a standstill. It was because Maria Theresa, with an impassive face, had spoken softly behind me.
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‘Damn it.’
Creak, my body turned like a broken doll. And Duchess Maria Theresa’s stunning beauty filled my vision.
“Do you need something from me?”
My plan was ruined.
No, I wasn’t even sure if you could call it a plan. But one thing was certain, this woman was showing a great deal of interest in me. So I answered as naturally as possible.
“You, what is your name?”
“…Frey.”
“Frey. A name I don’t recall.”
Maria stood still, lost in thought with her chin resting on her hand. Her silky, smooth blonde hair swayed in the wind, but I couldn’t utter any sentiment.
‘Is this… Maria Theresa?’
I had the illusion that an intangible aura enveloped her. She was a strategic weapon in herself, surpassing what they called the ‘Enlightened State’ in the Eastern Continent. The pressure I felt just by breathing the same air as her was definitely not a mistake.
“That’s unfortunate. Then, I’ll be on my way.”
I bowed my head and hurried forward. The me of the future wouldn’t find it impossible to face this Mad Sword of the North.
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But… I was lacking in power now. Thanks to the help of my traits, I had a dazzling talent, but it wasn’t properly honed yet.
Swoosh.
“Why do you keep trying to run away?”
Once again, my steps were halted by Maria.
There was no time to wonder, ‘How?’ In the blink of an eye, Maria, who had been behind me, was now blocking my path.
“You’re hiding something, aren’t you? But you can’t escape my eyes.”
Maria muttered softly and walked around me, her footsteps rustling through the grass. It was an incomprehensible action. Hiding something? What was I hiding?
“Hiding? Am I hiding something?”
Maria answered immediately.
“Of course you are.”
Maria Theresa, calmly stating her observation, approached me. At the same time, a sweet fragrance tickled my nose.
“Really. Are you not hiding anything from me at all?”
Muttering this, Maria moved her face closer.
At such close proximity that I could practically feel her breath, I nodded slightly.
“Yes.”
“You are a very interesting person.”
Maria, the corners of her lips curling upwards, stepped back a few paces. Then, she continued in a voice full of amusement,
“Everyone in the world is desperate to even utter a single word to me. But you are actively avoiding a conversation with me.”
Her dazzling gaze was fixed on me. Maria Theresa von Britzhardt. It seemed the strongest swordswoman in the North was curious.
“I won’t pry, but I can’t help but be intrigued. I will be watching you. This is a warning and encouragement. If you walk the path of evil, my sword will target you.”
Swoosh.
With those words, Maria took off one of the rings on her finger. It was a plain silver ring, almost too unassuming for a Duchess, but the aura it emitted was extraordinary.
Thump!
“…?”
Her following action was even more shocking.
Maria reached out and grabbed my wrist. Then, moving her fingers, she stretched out my hand and placed the ring she had been wearing on my finger.
“Of course, it wouldn’t be fitting for a senior to give a gift without something in return.”
“…What is this?”
“It is one of the sacred treasures of Britzhardt. When your name echoes throughout the continent, I will retrieve this ring.”
A silver ring… a sacred treasure of Britzhardt?
I knew this object. Of course I did. It was an item you could obtain, though with extremely low probability, if you took the (Duke of the North) route among the many storylines in (Silver Ring).

(Nameless Boy’s Heirloom)
Category: Ring
Grade: Legendary
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Effect: Slightly increases all stats. Also grants a powerful bonus to experience gained.
“Become a legend, young boy. If you can, then that is the path we shall take.”
“Are you really giving this to me?”
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“You must be precise with your words. I’m not giving it to you, I’m lending it to you.”
“….”
My mouth clamped shut at her pointed tone.
‘Why on earth…?’
This Legendary-grade item as a gift? What made her trust me with such an incredible object?
“I have a good eye for people. The fact that I don’t see a red and black light in you means you are someone who carries a noble mission.”
Her blue eyes, filled with deep conviction, looked at me.
It was too sudden a gift. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t happy.
‘Jackpot. A mega jackpot.’
A psychopath who hunts down criminals and evil people, cutting off their limbs and displaying their bodies? A Skull Slayer who crushes the heads of nobles who support back-alley criminal organizations?
“…Thank you.”
No. No. It’s only natural for those kinds of people to receive a terrible punishment.
Maria Theresa von Britzhardt… She wasn’t the Madwoman of the North. She was my bro, no, my sis.
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“Where have you been wandering around? The sun has already set.”
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As soon as I returned to the hotel, Lancelot’s scolding flew at me.
Contrary to his sharp words, his voice was full of reproach. It seemed he had been quite bored spending half a day alone in Roven.
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“I met a famous person.”
“A famous person…?”
Lancelot tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.
I didn’t bother explaining what I had experienced to him. I knew he wasn’t the type to be jealous, but I thought, ‘Why bother?’
“I wandered around the central district while you were gone.”
“Really?”
Lancelot, who must have been restless being alone in the hotel room, said something unexpected.
“So, did you find them? Your mother and Armand Blacksmithing?”
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“No, I couldn’t find them. There was no one with the last name Armand living in a mansion in the central district.”
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This was a bit unexpected. Hadn’t the Armance count family provided a huge amount of support when they adopted Lancelot, who was an illegitimate child?
‘She doesn’t seem like the type to lose money gambling or anything.’
The situation was raising questions.
Where on earth was his mother, Mrs. Armand, living? The Tomb on the Coastal Cliff didn’t even exist. This meant that she was still alive.
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We received some surprising information early the next morning…