I Obtained Sword God Level Talent - Chapter 6

”You seemed to possess a blessing.”
Lancelot spoke in a heavy voice.
Blessing.
The ‘blessing’ he was referring to was a trait.
Most humans in (Silver Ring) are born with traits. Of course, there were also rare cases where traits manifested later in life, or where an existing trait awakened to a higher level after deep enlightenment.
And.
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As mentioned earlier, Lancelot was a man born with the traits (Sword King) and (Gifted). Of course, he also had traits with negative aspects, like (Yearning) and (Insomnia).
‘But they don’t call debuff traits ‘blessings’.’
Considering this, Lancelot’s traits were quite straightforward.
High-quality traits with some non-serious debuff traits. As a result, in the future, his talent and effort combined to earn him the highest honor a knight could achieve, the title of Sword Master.
“That’s right.”
I looked straight at Lancelot and answered curtly.
Anyone who made a name for themselves in this world was born with a blessing. There was no need to hide it.
“As expected. I had a hunch when you single-handedly subjugated the orc village.”
Lancelot said with a serious expression.
“Frey of the Oak Mercenary Corps, you awakened your blessing… after being captured by the orcs, correct?”
“Yes. I passed out and when I woke up, I could tell something was different.”
“Hmm.”
“Why? Is there a problem?”
“No. I was just curious.”
How bland.
Lancelot answered and then resumed eating his potatoes.
Having already finished my meal, I watched him eat with renewed interest. As befitting someone with a rigid personality, even his way of eating seemed somewhat uptight.
“I have two blessings. I don’t know what blessing you have manifested, but it seems you definitely have ‘swordsmanship’ and ‘information,’ at least those two.”
Lancelot said as he chewed and swallowed his potatoes.
“And, my last name is Armance. The illegitimate child of the renowned Armance count family. That’s who I am. The name Armand… is the last name of my mother, whom I forgot, the one I was separated from when I was young.”
He then muttered softly, as if talking to himself.
‘…I never thought I would learn about a birth secret here.’
Sword Master Lancelot was a knight’s textbook, living a life of ‘eat, sleep, train’. His character was also the epitome of chivalry.
I never imagined that he would have such a birth secret. The only thing I could understand was that Lancelot in the future uses the last name ‘Armand,’ not ‘Armance’ of the count family.
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“…That’s why I want to ask for your help.”
“Help?”
Why was the conversation suddenly shifting in that direction?
To begin with, judging from the fact that Lancelot was the Knights’ squad leader, it was clear that we were right before entering the main storyline of (Silver Ring). This meant it was time for him to receive a big push from higher-ups, so what could he possibly need from a mere mercenary who was claiming to have amnesia?
Lancelot stared at me with an impassive face.
I could tell that the meaning behind his gaze was, ‘So, will you help me or not?’
“Let’s hear it first. If it’s a ridiculous request, I don’t want to follow through.”
“That’s understandable. You have no obligation to help me.”
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Even at my words suggesting I was testing the waters, Lancelot nodded in agreement. He then looked up at the night sky… no, the ceiling of the tent, as if reminiscing about the distant past.
“It seems that one of the blessings you possess, Frey, is the power to see through to the ‘truth’. Therefore, I want to obtain information from you.”
“Information? What kind of information do you want?”
“I lived in this region, where the Knights are currently stationed, when I was young. So, that is…”
Lancelot, trailing off, poked at his potato with the fork in his hand.
Was it something difficult to talk about? I patiently waited for him to open his mouth.
“I want to find my mother, whom I was separated from when I was young, with your help.”
As if it was something he had struggled to utter, Lancelot spoke with difficulty.
‘…He wants to find his mother?’
The power to see through to the truth, my foot. I didn’t have any ‘information’-related traits. No, it would be more accurate to say that such a thing doesn’t exist among the traits in (Silver Ring).
However.
For some reason, I felt like I could grant Lancelot’s request. The reason was simple. A certain location in the northern part of the Empire, one of the regions in the open world of (Silver Ring), came to mind.
(Hidden Street – The Tomb on the Coastal Cliff)
It is a tomb built on a cliff where white waves crash. It’s unknown who is buried there, but a single rusty sword is stuck in the ground in front of the tomb.
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The words ‘Could it be?’ swirled in my mouth and then disappeared.
That was a place I really liked.
…It wasn’t because I particularly liked the atmosphere or the background music. The sword stuck in front of the tomb fetched a good price from the merchant.
“So, Lancelot. Where is this region, the village you grew up in?”
“It wasn’t a village. The fortress city of Roven. That’s where I lived before I was formally adopted into the Armance family.”
“….”
The probability seemed high based on the circumstances. No, it was certain. The Tomb on the Coastal Cliff. And the single sword stuck in front of it.
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‘…Was that his?’
The Hidden Street – The Tomb on the Coastal Cliff was, as Lancelot said, located near the fortress city of Roven. It would take about thirty minutes on foot from Roven to reach the tomb, built on a steep cliff.
‘Maybe… She might not be dead yet.’
I wasn’t sure when the tomb was created. If Lancelot’s mother wasn’t dead yet, we could find her in Roven.
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“Armance and Armand. You have quite a story too.”
“It could be deep, or it could be not. My father was the former head of the Armance family. He’s already dead.”
“So, the current head adopted you?”
Lancelot nodded with a bitter smile.
“The current head came to see me when I was young and demanded that I, who had manifested a ‘blessing’, to come with him. Fortunately, he promised an enormous sum of money to my mother. My mother, a simple blacksmith’s daughter, chose to part with me for the sake of my future.”
Creak!
Lancelot sank deep into the backrest of the chair. And with a complex expression, he continued.
“Considering the amount offered by the count family… My mother must be living a comfortable life. It’s purely my selfishness that I want to see my mother again.”
Lancelot’s face was filled with longing as he spoke. A son separated from his mother. Even this upright guy had his own unspoken sorrow.
“I’ll ask again. Frey, will you grant my request?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes. Think carefully… W-What?!”
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Crash!
Perhaps startled by my answer, Lancelot jumped up from his seat, kicking the chair away. The chair clattered to the floor.
“Why are you so surprised? I owe you my life, so I can grant you that much.”
“I-Is that so? Thank you. I never imagined you would agree before I even mentioned a reward.”
Wait a minute. A reward?
“A reward? Of course I’ll take it. You make sure it’s a good one.”
I answered in a nonchalant voice. To be honest, I hadn’t agreed to his request because of the reward. Still, if I could receive one, I was going to get the most valuable thing I could.
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“Alright! I’ll go see the deputy commander right away. He favors me, so we’ll be able to depart tomorrow morning.”
Lancelot shouted excitedly. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Wait, he said we could depart tomorrow morning? I haven’t even spent a day in the Knights’ encampment yet?
… those words didn’t reach Lancelot. Seeing how excited he was, I didn’t feel like pointing it out.
“Ah! I’ll take your tray with me on my way out. You can go to bed first if I’m late. You can use the bed.”
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Leaving those words behind, Lancelot hurried out. I, left alone, couldn’t help but let out a dumbfounded chuckle.
“Huh! Seeing him like this, he’s just like a kid.”
Who would look at him and think that he’s a Sword Master, a great knight of the Empire, one of the Twelve Swords?
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As time passed. Even though the sun had completely set and the encampment was filled with the sound of snoring, Lancelot hadn’t returned.
“Is he out drinking?”
I let out a long yawn, bored inside the tent.
It wasn’t a good idea to go sightseeing outside. I peeked outside the tent for a moment, and several knights were staring at me intensely, their eyes like wolves hunting for mice.
…They were probably going to request a spar.
I hated that kind of hassle. I only fought the duel with Gler because he was being arrogant and a pushover, I had no intention of engaging in pointless battles.
“…Hmm?”
As I was slowly pacing back and forth inside the tent, a book caught my eye.
It was the book Lancelot had been reading while sitting in the chair when I regained consciousness. Judging from the cover, it wasn’t a rare item like a secret manual or a technique scroll. Intrigued, I picked up the book.
The title of the book was (The Song of the Knight).
Flip!
I skimmed through the book quickly.
But then.
“…What’s this?”
Something strange caught my eye.

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