I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 13

The inn room was already empty the moment I arrived. Lancelot’s belongings had vanished, leaving only a book on the table in the room.
[(The Song of the Knight)]
Trudge, trudge.
I grabbed the book and returned to the slums with slow steps. The woman I had seen earlier emerged from the shack with its door wide open.
“Cough! You couldn’t meet him after all.”
“That’s what happened. Let me stay here for a while.”
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“What? What do you mean?”
Without even properly listening to her answer, I stepped inside the shack.
The sight inside was bleak.
There was no heating, and of course, the cold air from the floor rose directly, and on the damp bed lay a dirty blanket.
“When do the people from Armance come?”
I had prepared myself mentally to some extent, but the living conditions were worse than I imagined. I felt like I would get sick even if I didn’t have any existing illnesses. Mrs. Armand, for example, had been coughing nonstop since I returned.
The moment I saw her, something gnawed at my heart. It felt strange to simply dismiss it as someone else’s problem. It would be accurate to say that a fiery anger, for which it was difficult to calculate odds or justification, was surging within me.
“Cough! Cough! If nothing unexpected happens, this afternoon. So you should go back soon too.”
“Go back, you say?”
“Yes. I already know you’re Lancelot’s friend.”
…She knows I’m his friend?
Lancelot, that damn bastard, had left Roven without even listening to me. And friend? What friend?
“That child, he’s always been a little distant with his friends since he was young. I’m sorry, but… there will be times when you need to understand him.”
“….”
I looked at Mrs. Armand silently. It was strange; the more I looked at her, the more she resembled her son. The way the corners of her lips curled up in a bitter smile, and the firmness in her eyes.
“Who is the person who receives the money from the Armance family?”
“…The eldest son of the Armance count, Young Master Martis, I hear.”
Worry filled the woman’s face as she spoke. Perhaps she thought they would harm me.
“The young master? Why is he in Roven? Is the Armance count family located in Roven?”
“Cough! Cough! No… That’s not… Cough!”
Mrs. Armand waved her hand dismissively and coughed violently. Her trembling hand proved that she wasn’t in good health. I watched her quietly and then spoke softly,
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“I am a possessor of a ‘blessing’. Did you know?”
“…Yes. Lancelot, that child, also possesses a blessing. That’s how he was able to become a member of the noble family instead of remaining as an illegitimate child.”
Her voice was weak as she gasped for breath. Even I, with no medical knowledge, could tell that she needed to see a priest immediately.
“I’m a little different from him. I have the power to see the future.”
“The… future…?”
It was a lie, of course.
But Mrs. Armand, who didn’t know that, her pale face, widened her eyes in shock. I let out a hearty laugh at her reaction and continued speaking calmly,
“If you care about Lancelot, you need to do me a favor.”
It was a threat disguised as a request. Lancelot would have thrown a fit if he had seen this, but I didn’t care.
“A favor? What kind of favor?”
“I’ll give you money.”
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Clink.
With those words, I pulled out the pouch of money from my pocket and held it out to her. It was the money I had borrowed, no, safeguarded from Mrs. Armand when I visited her with Lancelot earlier.
“Take this and go to the city church. And receive a healing spell from the priest. Stop by the bathhouse nearby, take a bath, and buy yourself some clean clothes.”
“…I can’t use that money. You know that better than anyone.”
“As I said before, Lancelot never actually took any of those potions. As far as I know, he’s never been seriously injured enough to need holy water.”
I stated the facts calmly. She, Lancelot’s mother, had been scammed. A nasty scam using her son as a hostage.
Wasn’t there a similar case on Earth? A famous professor who wired tens of thousands of dollars after receiving a call that his son in his 40s had been kidnapped.
That’s how the world is. A parent’s heart often carries a magic that paralyzes reason.
Anyway.
I managed to persuade Mrs. Armand. Saying she trusted me because I was Lancelot’s friend, she left the slums.
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…Well, I keep telling her I’m not his friend.
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“Donson. What’s so difficult for that idiot? Is it that hard to collect money?”
“He complained about having a bad dream. I think he had a nightmare.”
The brown-haired man clicked his tongue.
What? A bad dream? That’s pathetic. What kind of excuse is that for a representative?
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“Let’s just drink. Drink.”
“Young master, you’ve already used up this month’s allowance from the family. Please just go back today…”
“I said I’m buying the drinks, you idiots!”
“No, we’re on duty, so we won’t be drinking.”
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“Damn it! Which Knights are you from? Huh? Tell me your affiliation!”
“T-The Ruten Knights of the great Armance count family!”
“Right. So, if I’m buying the drinks, you just shut up and drink. Is that so hard?”
The faces of the five escort knights turned deathly pale.
It was well known that their master, Martis du Armance, was a reckless and unreasonable man. But they never imagined he would be so outrageous as to force them to drink while they were on duty.
Furthermore.
‘Is he trying to extort money from Mrs. Armand again?!’
The knights already knew Martis’s intentions all too well. He was going to use Lancelot’s name and lie, saying he needed to purchase potions, holy water, and other things for him.
With that, Martis, accompanied by his knights, strode into the slums. He pinched his nose with his fingers at the stench that pierced his lungs and then witnessed a strange sight.
“…Huh? Who are you?”
As usual, he was about to intimidate Lancelot’s biological mother and extort money from her. But what was this? He saw a guy he had never seen before leaning against the door.
“Are you the young master Armance?”
“Who are you?”
Martis spoke, unable to hide his bewilderment.
Who was he? He was Martis, the eldest son of the Armance family, renowned for their swordsmanship among the Empire’s count families.
Of course, he had been banished from the family due to his wild and reckless behavior since childhood and was living in Roven, far, far away… but his noble status wouldn’t disappear just because of that.
“You are not someone I would bother dealing with. I’ll be merciful and let you off, so get lost.”
Martis said coldly. Lancelot’s biological mother lived in that collapsing excuse for a house. He decided it was best not to make a scene in front of it.
“I have a favor to ask.”
“A favor?”
“Mrs. Armand’s money. I’d like you to stop extorting it from her.”
“Ha!”
Naturally, Martis’s eyebrows shot up.
“You crazy bastard! Hey, everyone, draw your swords!”
Shing!
No matter how reckless Martis was, his orders were absolute to the knights. The knights beside him immediately drew their swords.
“It’s just a matter of not stealing money from Lancelot’s mother.”
“Huh, what? Is that all?”
Despite being completely surrounded by five knights, Frey, the opponent, spoke without a hint of fear. Seeing this, Martis burst into laughter and shouted,
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“Hahaha! Are you an associate of that scum Lancelot? So? What can you do about it? What in the world can a nobody like you do to me?”
Martis found the situation hilarious.
Yes, that guy also looked like a noble’s son. That’s why he was acting so arrogantly.
But he was probably just a baron’s son from some small, provincial city. Those born noble would pinch their noses at the disgusting smell emanating from an illegitimate child and walk away.
“Get rid of that pathetic pride, you scum. Get lost.”
Did he finally come to his senses? Martis waved his hand dismissively at the silent Frey. It was fine if he disappeared now. It was too much of a hassle to bother holding him accountable.
“…It’s a bit difficult to back down now.”
Frey knew. If he left now, they would come back to harass Mrs. Armand again. And that harassment would eventually lead to Mrs. Armand’s remains being buried on the coastal cliff.
“Is this bastard courting his death !?” (not the literal translation btw, It’s just a chance that I couldn’t miss)
Martis shouted with a distorted expression as he saw Frey’s Stubborness.
“Do you owe that bastard Lancelot a debt or something! What do you want?”
“Debt? I do. A life debt, and he’s the one who helped me gain a fortune.”
“Huh! What does that mean? Are you a member of the Golden Lion Knights?”
“Not that. Just someone I have a connection with, something like a friend.”
Martis couldn’t understand this sudden intervention.
If it ended in bloodshed, that guy would gain absolutely nothing. He couldn’t understand what made him so confident.
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Furthermore.
‘He hasn’t even learned to manipulate mana.’
What frustrated Martis the most was the guy’s Stubborness. Someone who hadn’t learned mana couldn’t defeat someone who could. That was common sense.
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And.
They had five knights. All of them were active knights who could manipulate mana.
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“Kill him!”
Martis shouted, having made his decision.

TL/N: I know this is kinda early but, wdyt about this novel? Is the translation good enough to you guys or still lacking? Well either way, have a nice day everyone!