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I Reincarnated As The Greatest Genius of a Prestigious Family!

[Translator – Rainypup]

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Chapter 106: I Know Some People Who’d Come Running

As I left the forge and headed back toward the mansion, Leila and Ernest were waiting for me. 

Leila ran towards me and demanded, “What did you make? Huh? You didn’t really make anything, did you? Huh? Huh?”

“Dane! What did you have made? Armor, perhaps? A spear? No, you already have a spear, so it must be something else,” Ernest joined in.

I answered with a chuckle as their curiosity, “A sword.”

“As expected! I knew it!”

“You made something!”

These two were so excited.

“It’s not made yet, I commissioned one. I think it’ll take some time.”

“What did you have made?”

At that moment, Karnas popped his head out.

“Kikreuk!”

While I was at it, I explained how I chose the material, and their mouths dropped open in amazement.

“Oh, Archanium? It only reacted to you?”

“You lent the blacksmith Karnas’ flames?”

According to the smith, Bulbaq, there were no weapons made of Archanium in the world. The ore existed only in its raw state. However, Karnas’ flames made it possible to forge, and so I would soon have the world's only sword made of Archanium.

"Oh my God..." Leila looked envious.

It was only natural since I went somewhere she wasn’t able to go and commissioned a one-of-a-kind sword. But that only lasted for a moment.

“I will also work hard and receive a token.” Leila was determined.

Looking at her, I felt like she didn’t have that sense of privilege that was typical of noble children. Rather, she was the kind of person who would decline if you just gave her a token, saying she wasn’t qualified.

“A one-of-a-kind sword in the world... Isn’t that so romantic?” Ernest was that kind of person.

“Anyway, I’ll come back soon.”

I could just stop by before the final exam and check the progress, couldn’t I? I didn't go there with the intention of making anything—rather, I’d just planned to see what there was—so although I was looking forward to it, I wasn’t in a hurry.

To me, a weapon was still just something that could be replaced if broken. The only exception was the spear my father gave me as a gift. I cleaned it regularly, oiled it, and sharpened the blade.

Well, I was throwing it around as well.

“Alright. Then let’s go train.” Leila felt a burning desire for the first time in a long time.

"That's right! I have to practice archery!” Ernest exclaimed.

"Alright."

It worked out well.

We headed straight to the training ground.

“Oh, by the way, we need to run a booth when we get back. Do you have any good ideas?”

“Do we really have to run a booth?”

“Not really, but clubs usually run a booth anyway!”

I thought about Ernest's words.

What could we do? Should I ask my sisters? I recalled that we’d talked about the Academy Festival before.

“Alright. If we run a booth, what should we do?”

“I’m planning on meeting Priscilla on our way back today, so let’s talk about it together in the club room,” I stated.

The two nodded at my words. Though, with Priscilla being a senior, would she have time to participate in the festival?

Well, if it didn’t work out, there was nothing I could do. I had a feeling it might work, though.

Anyway, after training, we returned to the academy. I took a break, but I wasn’t sure if I really rested because a lot of things happened. I trained with the Thermion Knights, met Leila's brother, went to the forge...

Now, training.

“But our exams are over, aren’t we supposed to be resting?” Ernest finally asked.

Leila's resolve burned, “This is when you train, Ernest.”

“Uh, y-yes.”

Was it because I went to the forge? Such a brightly burning will was worth seeing.

“Dane, will you spar with me?” Leila asked.

“Of course.”

‘I should join in, too.’

Alright. Should we do this properly?

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After finishing our training, we left the mansion. Duke Thermion offered to provide us with an escort to the academy, but Leila strongly declined. He seemed secretly disappointed, but wasn’t that how all fathers felt?

Anyway, after two days and one night of all sorts of happenings, we finally returned to the academy.

As soon as we left the mansion, we were able to meet up with Priscilla.

“I-I’m dying. Go slowly!”

Priscilla tilted her head at Leila's groaning coming from behind her and asked, “Didn’t you all go to the mansion to rest?”

“That’s right. But she’s so determined.”

I just met her in the middle since she was burning with such enthusiasm. Why did she keep insisting on sparring like that?

Still, it was fine. After all, I was trying to grow.

Not to mention, Leila's skills were improving faster than expected. Not only were the corrections I pointed out being made quickly, but it also seemed like she was slowly coming to terms with the Thermion swordsmanship.

As far as I knew, the Thermion swordsmanship emphasized 'balance', either physically or conceptually. It was a swordsmanship that allowed Duke Thermion to fight against almost any enemy without leaning to one side, and it physically maintained his body's balance while fighting without ever faltering.

That was the essence of the Thermion swordsmanship known as the best in the Empire, and Leila was beginning to realize it. At this rate, she really would surpass her brothers.

“D-Dane. My hands are shaking.” Ernest, who had been practicing his archery the whole time Leila and I were sparring, now had a temporary tremor. If you put a cup of water in his hand, I guaranteed the water would overflow and empty in an instant.

“You didn’t rest, you went to train?”

I chuckled at Priscilla's words and asked, “How were things at the great temple?”

“Um. It was boring. It was tedious. I got a little angry. I barely held back the urge to turn around and leave at the end.”

Sounded like Priscilla.

“What did they do?”

“It was a regular meeting of the great temple. I came here after hearing a bunch of old people talking nonsense. I just sat in the corner.”

“Still, it’s a pretty big event. It means you’re getting recognized.”

“What recognition?” Priscilla grumbled in disgruntlement. “If you were there, you wouldn’t be able to say that. Even though I’m a Theology student, I really am a beggar. Do you know what we discussed? We fought for three hours over the color of the goddess’ dress.”

Priscilla continued grumbling, “The bishop of the Axion diocese even asked ‘Why don’t we expose the shoulders a bit?’”

Priscilla was about to continue cursing the great temple, but I stopped her and she calmed down a little.

“If someone hears you, you’ll be labeled a heretic.”

“...Ugh, fudge. I’ll finish cursing at the club room.”

However, if Priscilla was summoned to attend a regular meeting of the Great Hall, that meant that her talent was beyond a certain level.

I looked forward to going to the Khabarovsk Mountains with her.

We walked back towards the academy. For reference, Leila was barely able to keep up, holding onto her creaking body, and Ernest's hands were still shaking.

“Huh? The festival? Oh. Right...” Priscilla's expression turned sullen when I brought up the Festival booth. “When you get to senior year, you won’t even be able to dream about it.”

“Because you’re busy?”

"No. They don’t let you in."

“...”

“Someone like me is treated like a fossil, a fossil.” Suddenly, her eyes sparkled. “Then I’ll participate this time! Yahoo!”

I knew she would join.

“Well, a booth, huh? I have a great idea,” Priscilla stated.

"Really?" I asked.

“You’ll be surprised when you hear it!”

I wondered what idea made her so confident一

“That’s right, a fortune-telling booth! It tells your future! Money, love, health, career, and more!”

...It didn’t suit the Theology Department at all.

“Doesn’t the temple really hate that kind of thing?”

“So what? As long as you don’t get caught, it’s fine. If you wear a robe and cover your face, no one will know. I have an interest in this area, after all.”

When I saw how happy Priscilla was, I decided to let it be. We did all kinds of dangerous things anyway, so what was the problem with fortune-telling?

"Then the booth has been decided," I said.

“What are they doing? Did they talk about something?”

"No. We have to go back and decide."

So we returned to the academy.

At the Rocktale Hall, we could see the piles of packed furniture in front of us and the staff of 'Ellebore'.

“Miss Leila Thermion. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Today was the day the furniture arrived.

“Oh, everyone worked hard.” Then, as if she wasn’t hurting, Leila returned to her proud and fresh self, crossed her arms, and gave instructions. “Please move this to room 506.”

"Yes."

A commotion rose from all directions.

“Did they order that furniture?”

“Oh my God, those are really expensive pieces of furniture!”

“Damn... Since both Thermion and Sogres are in that club, money doesn’t really matter.”

“I wish we had those in our club room, too...”

I felt the envious gazes.

Priscilla tilted her head, wondering what this was about. “Did you guys buy it?”

"Oh, we didn't tell you. We went out and bought it before you joined."

"Wow! I did a good job joining! Who would have expected Ellebore in the club room!" Priscilla looked excited.

It was all thanks to my mana stone. I wondered if Cidrane was looking for the next buyer. I’d have to contact him as soon as the Festival was over.

“Be careful. Yes. Let’s move them in one go. One, two.”

We went with the Ellebore staff under the envious gazes and smiled happily as we watched the furniture being placed one by one in the club room.

Installation was a breeze.

“Thank you for your hard work.” Leila maintained her proud expression until the Ellebore staff left and the door closed.

The moment it closed, she collapsed with a groan.

“I’m dying. Ugh.”

Such was her pride.

Well, anyway.

The once-empty club room was now filled with luxurious furniture, dripping with splendor.

“Oh, is the sofa nice?”

Priscilla quickly lay down on the sofa, Ernest looked excitedly at the workbench, and Leila examined the lights carefully.

After a while, we sat down on the fluffy carpet and started talking about the Festival.

“Priscilla can tell fortunes?”

"Aren’t you from the Theology Department?"

“Well, it’s just a hobby. If I wear a robe, I won’t get caught.”

First, secure one booth theme.

“Is it one booth per club?”

“It is, but you can do two activities at the same time inside one booth.”

"Then let’s do that. Ernest, do you have any good ideas?"

Ernest cautiously began to say, “I was thinking about... treasure hunting.”

It was a truly exploratory idea.

“Treasure hunt?”

“Wouldn’t that be fun?”

When the two women showed interest, Ernest grew excited and continued talking, “The fog has disappeared from the Misty Garden, right? But the maze-like structure is still there, so let’s hide the treasure notes there!”

Ernest seemed to be thinking about it quite seriously, laying out a detailed plan. "We rent out the most complicated area in the garden, charge an entry fee, and have a treasure hunt game. We can just decide on the treasures!"

“Okay, let’s do that. But can we rent it?” Priscilla asked.

“During the Festival period, you can rent out all the places except for some buildings or areas that are off-limits. It does cost a little though.”

“Okay then. Leila, what do you think?”

"That sounds like a lot of fun. Wait, do you have anything you can give away as a prize?"

Saint Aimar's Subspace Necklace.

That just came to mind. There were still a few artifacts left inside, as well as some usable equipment.

“The treasure will probably be fine. Alright. Ernest, let’s go with that.”

“Alright! I’ll prepare right away!”

Was it really that exciting?

"So now it's just me and Dane left?"

“Have you two thought about something?”

I remembered what I had bought and eaten until I left the count's castle.

Ice candy.

However, I soon decided against it. Even if I knew how to make it, I didn’t think it would taste as good as what Jeez made. I never thought there would be so few things that come to mind right away.

As our silence grew longer, Ernest took out a piece of paper and began writing down a list of items he would use for the treasure hunt.

“How about this, Ernest?”

"Oh. Looks good."

Priscilla took out objects from her subspace and offered items—

"Hmm?"

Suddenly something caught my eye.

An illusion generator.

Hold on.

I remembered when I first entered the Dantère Hall.

The hazing.

At that time, everyone was treated badly by me, but there was one thing that left a deep impression on me.

The traps.

A trap that created illusions, to be exact.

“Priscilla. Is it okay for me to use illusions at the Festival?”

“Sure. Rather, people use them a lot for promotional purposes and to surprise others.”

Used to surprise…

That was it.

“I have no use for it anymore,” Pricilla said.

"Huh?"

“We broke up.”

"Ah..."

There was a brief moment of solemn silence.

I remembered the old tales my butler used to tell me whenever he had the chance when I was a child, the ghost stories about the ‘Forest of the Last Days’ in front of our castle.

“How about we try making a house of horrors with this?”

“Hmm?” Leila asked. “L-like a h-h-haunted house? Oh, w-with, like, ghosts coming out, and u-undead coming out?!”

Why did she stutter like that?

“Something similar. You said you could rent out almost any place. How about finding a nice place, setting up illusion generators and illusion traps, and making it look pretty spooky?”

“...”

Leila was still shaking.

Ernest was the first to agree. “It would be fun. If we do it well, it could be a huge success!”

Priscilla nodded too. “If it’s about traps, I know someone useful.”

I think I knew too. I just didn’t know if he would help.

“Leila, how about you?”

Lastly, Leila.

“...”

She was acting weird.

“Leila, are you... afraid of ghosts?”

At Ernest's words, Leila hastily shook her head and exclaimed, “N-no way! Ghosts and apparitions aren’t even that scary!”

She was scared. Had she seen a ghost as a child and fainted?

“If you’re scared, let’s try something else...”

“Wh-wh-who’s scared! I-I told you I’m not scared at all! It’s fine! I-I can do it!”

"Really?"

“Yeah!”

If that was the case... I wondered if she'd faint if we did this.

"If I shoot a single blast of light at that ghost, I can turn it to dust."

I decided to ban the Theology Department from entering because of Priscilla's words.

Alright.

It was decided.

The booth would first operate a fortune-telling booth. Additionally, we could run a treasure hunt stall.

“Since it would be better if we do both together, how about giving a discount on the cost of telling fortunes to the person who finds and exchanges treasures?”

Priscilla considered my suggestion with surprise. "That sounds good? Yeah, let's do that. If you get your fortune told and go to the House of Horrors, you get a discount on the admission fee! And if you bring a pass to the House of Horrors, you get a discount on the treasure hunt fee!"

A good flow. Whatever it was, once you got them to participate, it would naturally lead to the other two.

“Then, Ernest will do a treasure hunt, and Leila and I will do a house of horrors. Alright. It’s decided.”

"Yeah! I'm so excited!"

“I’m really looking forward to the festival!”

Priscilla added oil to our excitement. “Do you know that the club that attracts the most customers will get great benefits? Outing passes and meal tickets are the basics, and they also give scholarships and club room moving tickets.”

Ticket to move the club room.

Everyone's eyes sparkled at those words.

“For your information, there are many club rooms that are much larger than this one, but they’re occupied by other clubs.”

A larger club room.

‘Let’s do this.’

It was fine for now, but later on, when we brought in more furniture or the number of people increased, we’d need a bigger room.

The goal had been set.

“Alright. Let’s do this.”

“Just you wait. I’ll fill it with furniture right away.”

Now all we had to do was get moving.

Then, Leila suddenly brought up a story she had briefly forgotten. "But even if we set up the booth, what about setting up the treasure hunt and decorating the house of horrors? It seems like it'll be tight. Even if we somehow manage to rent a place, it'll take a long time to get the materials and such. Can the four of us do it?"

“Kikreuk!”

Then Karnas popped his head out. It seemed like he shouldn't be left out either.

“That’s right. Even if Karnas helps out, it won’t be enough.”

“Kikreuk...”

Karnas became sullen at Priscilla's words. That was when a good idea occurred to me.

“You don’t have to worry,” I said.

"Huh?"

“There are people who will come running as soon as we call them, right?”

I immediately looked at Ernest.

Ernest, who was quickly getting rid of his flabby body.

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