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I Reincarnated As The Greatest Genius of a Prestigious Family!

[Translator – Rainypup]

[Proofreader – Harley]

Chapter 123: Another Goal

The special lecture featured prominent figures from various fields. There were experts from the arts, commerce, and humanities, as well as magic and summoning.

Every time they walked up to the podium and gave a speech, there was tremendous cheering.

It was understandable. After all, they were a dream, a role model, and a legend to students in those fields.

Of course, as always, there were students who were bored.

“How many hours has this been going on?”

“I’m dying. Break just ended. I want to go back to the dorm.”

“I’d rather be in class.”

It was a mandatory event for all students. Therefore, there were quite a few students who were twisting in their seats.

However一

“Now, I present a proud hero of the Altheon Empire and a legendary spearman...”

At that moment, all of the students' eyes lit up.

“...the protector of the empire, Count Arken Sogres!”

“Waaaaaah!”

The war hero Arken Sogres, who was respected by all people of the Altheon Empire regardless of age and gender, had appeared.

He had a tall and stocky physique. As if the years had passed gently, he looked completely out of place at his age.

His level was something that even people with a fairly high level of mana couldn’t even phantom. Those with high mana levels could instinctively gauge their opponents' level. However, this was only possible when they were somewhat similar or when there wasn’t a huge difference.

There were probably only a handful of people here who would even 'attempt' to gauge Arken's mana level.

“Hello, everyone.” Arken went up to the podium with a slightly trembling heart.

The first person he noticed was his son, Dane Sogres, sitting in the front row.

'Brat. He seems to have grown bigger.'

Arken, who smiled happily inside, also found his two daughters.

One on the third floor terrace.

One near the second floor.

'It would be nice if they could get along. They’re still bickering.'

Still, it was fortunate as long as they were healthy. Both of them had good expressions, so it was fine.

“Ahem.”

Arken cleared his throat and began his speech. The topic was about spearmanship, training, and self-cultivation.

“...Training is ultimately a means to cultivate oneself. Cultivation is tedious and arduous...”

The speech was so-so. Compared to the capital's nobles, who constantly engaged in arguments and diplomatic rhetoric under the guise of debate, it was quite plain. However, it seemed that everyone was listening with interest because of that.

Dane was proud of his father. He could make most of the people there brighten just by appearing.

His father was such a person.

So, at that moment, Dane had a little dream.

“...Talent is ultimately a means to prove yourself, but on the other hand, it can also be a means to cultivate yourself. That's all."

Amid the applause, Arken suppressed his embarrassment and smiled softly.

"We’ll have a short question and answer period."

Everyone was a little hesitant at that. Among them, there was a student who raised his hand first, with the greatest courage.

"My name is Henry Esteron, a third-year student of the Spearmanship Department! It is an honor to meet you, Count Sogres!"

“Ah, Baron Esteron. It seems like only yesterday that I was on the battlefield with Baron Esteron.”

"It is an honor! I would like to learn about the secret technique of spearmanship!"

Laughter erupted from all sides at such an abstract question.

But Arken answered quite seriously.

“The secret technique of spearmanship is stabbing.”

He even accepted a practice spear from one of the agents waiting at the back as if he had prepared in advance and pointed to the student who had asked the question.

"Would you like to come up?"

“Wh-what? M-me?”

“Yes. Since you asked about the secret of spearmanship, I should tell you. But I can’t just tell you how to use spearmanship with my mouth.”

Henry Esteron, a 3rd-year Spearmanship student, was met with envious looks from not only his fellow students but also other students.

Role model, idol.

It was a matter of learning a trick directly from such a person.

Because of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the other students who did not raise their hands were inwardly beating the ground in regret.

'I-I should have gone first!'

'How envious...'

Henry climbed up onto the podium in a daze and trembled as he accepted the spear handed to him by his idol, Arken.

“Relax,” Arken said, patting Henry on the shoulder with a gentle smile. “Stabbing, try it.”

“Y-yes!” Henry gulped dryly. Had he ever been this focused in his life?

“Heub!”

Henry's stab cut through the air. He was known as quite a talented student in this department. It wasn't a bad level, and Professor Ingrid, who was watching, nodded.

“It’s a proper stab.”

She thought Arken would think so too.

However—

“Your breathing is unstable, even considering how nervous you are. Even your steps are a little excessive. Reduce the steps by half a step from what you are taking now and try to reduce the strength of your right hand a little. Then, add the same amount of strength to your left hand.”

As the explanation continued, Henry was startled and stabbed the spear again as Arken had told him to.

Then…

"Wow."

“Wh-what?”

“What just happened?”

The difference was obvious to anyone watching. The stab just a moment before was fine, but the stab modified by Arken's advice was just perfect.

“Remember that feeling just now.”

As for the party involved?

Henry was shaking with emotion.

“That’s it.”

Henry's legs almost gave out as he walked down to the platform. But even in the midst of all this, his respect for Arken grew in his heart and was now turning into awe.

And–

“I-I have a question!”

“Count! Could you talk about one of the most difficult battles...”

“Can the secret technique of spearmanship be applied to swordsmanship?”

Questions came raining down. Arken calmed the students down for a moment.

"There is plenty of time, so I will take questions one by one, starting from the right."

People became curious. Why was someone who should have been at the Academy only giving a special lecture?

“Oh, the basic teaching method of spearmanship is in the Imperial Spearmanship Manual, Chapter 3, Page 56. It would be better if you referred to that. Did you take note of it? Good.”

He gave a more detailed answer than most professors.

If necessary, he would actively call students up to the podium like Henry, and he would answer questions regardless of their department. Of course, he wouldn’t answer in detail out of consideration for the other professors' reputations.

Dane was very proud of his father.

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Our family was invited to have a conversation with the headmaster. To be exact, we sat in a private meeting with the headmaster and my father.

The headmaster, whom I only saw once at the entrance ceremony, seemed quite warm and appeared to be an acquaintance of my father’s.

“You’ve raised all of your children well. Not just your first and second children, but even your youngest is so talented. What on earth do they teach at Sogres County?”

“Hahaha. When you say it like that, I don’t know what to say.”

“Oh, you. If you do everything by yourself, what are the other families supposed to do?”

A comfortable conversation continued without formality, and the headmaster even made a light suggestion. “I felt it while watching the special lecture. Why don’t you come and teach? Your children are all grown up now, so you should try teaching, too.”

Of course, my father refused lightly. “Thank you for your kind words, but I like the warmth of the South. More than anything, I want to be with my wife. Unless there’s another war, I don’t think I’ll be returning North.”

It was kind of fun to imagine. If my father became a professor at the academy, then he would naturally go to the Spearmanship Department, right?

“Oh, really. I knew you’d refuse, but since you even mentioned your wife, I guess I have nothing more to say.”

It seemed like he wasn’t expecting much in the first place. Well, there was no way my father would leave the South and go to the Academy to become a professor.

“Yes, you raised your daughters and your son very well. They are very active in the Academy.”

“Is that so?”

In the midst of all this, when the headmaster mentioned and praised me, my parents’ eyes sparkled.

“Even though he’s in the Autonomous Department, the professors unanimously praise him in every class he takes. They say it’s the first time they’ve seen such talent. And as you know, he’s not lazy while relying on his talent.”

“Haha! I still have a long way to go. Please give me some guidance.”

“Hmph. What’s lacking? If you’re lacking, then all the other students in the academy have nothing, nothing!”

No matter how accustomed I was to receiving compliments, it was still a little embarrassing when it happened right in front of me.

"And also...Yes. There was this Festival too. The small club your son created took first place."

“Oh, I heard about that. To be honest, when I was a kid, club activities weren’t that active, so I didn’t really get the feel of it. But now that you mention it, it seems really great.”

Anyway, the conversation ended quite constructively and with a friendly atmosphere, and our family immediately left the headmaster's office and had a cozy meal.

“Haha. I feel relieved because it seems like everyone is doing well. By the way, daughters, stop by the house sometime.”

“I will.”

“I’m sorry I can’t come often.”

My two older sisters were sorry that they were too busy to go home, and our parents understood.

“Oh, Dane. I heard you fought with the Thermion Knights?”

Had the rumor already spread that far?

"Bout called me and praised you so much, hahaha! Isn't that right, Lily? You won six times in a row, and you even beat a regular member at the end!”

My father smiled with great pride.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” My mother, as always, was worried about me.

And...

“Kireuk!”

"Oh!"

There was also Karnas. The little one stuck his head out and frowned as if to ask why he was left out.

"That's him! A dragon!"

“Oh my god. A dragon! This little one, look at his tail. Does it look like Dragon Tail?”

Under Father's cold humor, Karnas jokingly approached the two of them and wagged his tail.

“Kirurururu...”

Really, what a funny brat.

When Mother stroked his neck, he lay down with a pleased expression and made a sound of pleasure.

“How cute. Dane, is this little one really a dragon?” Mother asked.

“Yes. It seems like it. I’ll have to find out the details and secrets... but that should be right. Probably.”

“Amazing. You said you hatched from the egg Clare gave you, right?”

Since the meal was held in a space reserved for our family alone, no one else was there to see us. So, Father and Mother looked at Karnas with adoring eyes.

“Huh. By the way, if he’s a dragon, it would be a big problem if other people found out.”

Dad was right. However, quite a few people knew about it. There were my three friends from the club, Cidrane, and even Bulbaq, who was probably working hard on my sword right now.

Of course, none of them were the type of person to go around talking about him.

"We can't hide him forever. Won't there be a proper opportunity to reveal him later?"

“Hmm. If there’s anyone out there who’s after this little one and wants to harm you...” At that time, Mother came forward. “Dane. If something like that happens, use that sign that I gave you.”

I remembered the assassin's mark Mother had given me the day I left for the academy. I almost forgot about it, although I didn't have any use for it. Anyway, in a word, she meant to use a professional assassin.

“Oh, Dane is still a child. He’s only in his first year. Why does he need to get involved with assassins?” Father asked.

“Oh my, what’s wrong with being an assassin? Clean business, no afterthoughts, and kills with one blow. How perfect is that?”

The two of them started bickering.

“Actually, magic is better than assassination, right?” Arabella said.

“What are you talking about? If anyone messes with you, I’ll summon my wyverns and harpoon them,” Clare protested.

“How can you talk like that?”

“Ha! It’s funny when you say that, don’t you think so, Sister?”

“Would you both be quiet?”

My older sisters got in trouble for joining in.

“Kireuk?”

Then, Karnas tilted his head, asking for some attention.

"Arabella! Withdraw your mana now! Clare! Stop your hands!"

"She uses words strangely!"

“Arabella was the one who started the fight first!”

My father burst into laughter. “Haha. You’re still on good terms as always.”

I had a sudden thought.

‘What a peaceful scene.’

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