Chapter 29 – Pouring Interest (2)

The fifth training ground of the Vallaran Royal Academy.

The situation surrounding Henry Camilton was progressing at a rapid pace.

The knights took turns requesting spars for verification, and those who completed the verification were busy hurriedly sending messages to their respective families.

Messages containing content such as ‘this talent must not be missed, and support is needed for him.’

Of course, Sanson, who had been the first to call dibs, was now in a state where his insides were almost burning up.

Even.

“He grew again!”

“An unbelievable speed. Such overwhelming talent!”

Through the additionally purchased bead, Henry even showed himself growing by another step in front of them.

For the knights who watched that, it was a situation where, without exaggeration, their minds were on the verge of going crazy.

Even so, not all families participated in the struggle.

Two Count houses with relatively low influence backed out on their own, and another gave up because the patriarch did not permit it.

A total of seven families participated.

Two dukes, three marquises, and the remaining two were counts.

It exuded an excessive feeling for a competition held over a mere Class C trainee.

[But if it’s like this, doesn’t he have to go to one of these places unconditionally? If he says he won’t go, it would be legal for them to go wild lol]

[For real, poking them this much and not going?? It’s totally understandable if they flip out, yes lolol]

[Can this be cleaned up??]

The overheated atmosphere was making the viewers worry as well.

In fact, it was not that they saw it wrong, because when the situation reached this point, it was normal that no one could back out.

However,

to borrow the viewers’ expression, Henry Camilton still had an unused ‘cheat key’ remaining.

“The Duke has gladly permitted it. As long as you are fine with it, Henry, you can come here anytime… In particular, I promise that I will take charge of instructing you. On my honor!”

“Same goes for here, Henry. The Marquis…”

“Henry! A reply just arrived, and…”

Now, the seeds sown began to bear fruit sequentially.

Each noble family gladly resolved to accept Henry Camilton, and even shoulder the burden of the Camilton Viscount family.

Whichever of these places he went to, the Camilton Viscount family would throw off the dishonor of being a fallen noble at once.

Reaching the core of the kingdom would be impossible, but they would be able to lead a moderately honorable noble life.

Because of that, Henry had no intention of accepting.

‘That is strictly temporary. If I think about my next generation, and the generation after that, we might be put in this kind of situation again anytime.’

It was something he had already experienced bitterly.

Since a family’s ruin or prosperity was a matter of a moment.

This was especially true if a massive event occurred that could affect the entire kingdom.

“So Henry, where will you go? We must return to our families now. Please decide quickly. No one will find fault with that decision.”

Sir Luden spoke as the representative of this place.

Of course, Sanson would be highly disappointed, but even so, it was clear he wouldn’t find fault either.

Now, it was a situation where he really only needed to make a choice.

Henry deliberately showed himself agonizing. As if he did not dare to choose, in an atmosphere where going anywhere was too good for him.

Only when the knights’ lips were drying up with anxiety.

Henry brought out his answer.

“I believe it is not a matter for me to decide.”

“Henry! After all we’ve…”

“This is a matter for the patriarch to decide, not me. Every place you knights have proposed is too good for me. But if I choose lightly for that reason, it would be insulting the heart you have shown me.”

‘No! It is absolutely not, so just choose!’

Such expressions were revealed on the knights’ faces, but traditionally, the biggest weakness of knights was ‘justification.’

“I believe Viscount Camilton will be able to make a wise judgment.”

The conclusion of “I am set, so contact that side.”

The knights struggled to hide their hollow expressions.

Because to give up here, the talent named Henry Camilton was too desirable.

“I will do… so. I promise here. Since I will visit in person, wait at the academy for the time being.”

“The Timothy Marquisate feels the same way. I must meet Viscount Camilton in person and speak to him. He has raised a fine son.”

The knights spat out promises one after another.

That their masters could not go in person, but they would visit in person with all authority delegated to them.

It was clear Viscount Camilton would soon welcome quite a number of precious guests.

“Thank you sincerely. I will definitely look forward to seeing you again.”

“Me too!”

“It will definitely be so! I must return now. Let us go, everyone.”

“Yes, we will likely see most of the people present here again soon.”

“Indeed. I never imagined it would turn out like this.”

The knights filed out in a crowd.

Excluding the three who had backed out, every single one of them had a rather urgent look.

Even amidst that, they did not forget to give Henry a nod.

Gravely, Henry waited until they had all left.

And,

only when even the sound of the knights’ chatter could not be heard,

“It is finished.”

Henry also relaxed his tension.

No matter how much he had drawn up a plan, the opponents were who they were.

Although he had been tightly tensed in case of failure, fortunately, it ended without any issues.

[He pulled this off lolol]

[Is Oop Oop-jwa here right now??]

[How much was this mission? lolol]

[Did he succeed? What was the condition?]

[It was to be invited to join their families by 2/3 or more lolol]

Naturally, the response was highly positive.

He displayed swordsmanship moderately, and also showed passable diplomacy.

For the mages who were only interested in events related to Henry, it was a result they could not help but be satisfied with.

Furthermore,

The mage who set the mission kept his promise.

And twice over.

Although it was originally a one-million-won mission, Oop Oop sponsored the same amount a whopping two times.

“My goodness.”

This exclamation was sincere.

Two million won.

Combined with the amount he had gathered previously, it was enough to buy the Tier 2 bead and have plenty left over.

‘However, there is something I realized from this event.’

The fact that rather than rapid growth, gradual growth, particularly growing in response to situations, was far more useful for drawing out the ‘fun’ of the broadcast.

Moreover,

the missions given to Henry were mostly content tailored to Henry’s level at that moment.

“Thank you. Fortunately, I was able to successfully complete the mission you gave me. I wouldn’t have been able to achieve it without the viewers’ interest.”

Even if he had achieved it, he probably wouldn’t have used his head as much as he did now, and would have reaped relatively lesser results.

The viewers were of the same mind as well.

A new goal was given to Henry.

***

‘To think I’d contact home in this manner.’

After the incident was roughly sorted out.

Henry was organizing his thoughts in Rousseau’s training ground today as well instead of the dormitory.

Viscount Camilton.

Henry’s father, a fallen noble, and the wisest man Henry knew.

Henry had not yet conveyed the recent events to him.

Viscount Camilton would still think Henry was leading a life without even a handful of mana.

‘Even so, he is someone who doesn’t even ask about my recent status, worrying that it might be a burden to me.’

Henry’s father only sent greetings occasionally.

Things like what crops he had recently started growing, what happened to the animals he was raising, and that the harvest was moderately decent this year.

And occasionally,

content stating that such a life was not so bad either would arrive.

It was likely words spoken out of consideration for Henry.

Empty words offered contrary to his true feelings, saying that it was fine even if Henry didn’t become a knight.

‘Because he was someone who suffered, feeling like he had placed a burden on me from some point.’

Henry knew.

That Viscount Camilton was the one who desired the family’s revival more than anyone.

And also that he simply did not want to place a burden on his only son.

‘Contact will come soon.’

Viscount Camilton was that kind of person.

In front of the knights, he would pretend to be calm, and obtain enough time to ponder instead of giving a hasty reply.

After that?

It was clear he would contact Henry, ask for his opinion sufficiently, and then make a decision.

‘I must wait until then. Hmm, by the way, I don’t know if it’s okay to return to the dormitory today.’

A moment ago,

Austin had come to find Henry.

Saying that rumors related to Henry were widespread throughout the academy.

And sensational rumors were bound to gradually grow in size.

‘He said that at first, it was a normal rumor that he was advised to become a knight. But as time passed… it grew abnormally large.’

There was even content saying some Marquis visited in person, or even that the King of Vallaran came in person to urge him to become a Royal Knight.

To the point of content that even neighboring countries sent people wishing to see Henry.

They were all crazy things, so Henry was holding out without going outside for now.

‘Because it would be troublesome if I got caught up in some dangerous rumor.’

The royal family was not so simple-minded as to react to every clumsy rumor.

But what if the person involved committed some mistake, and it began to spread as if it were almost true?

Shaking his head.

Shaking his head, Henry sat back down with his back against the wall.

It seemed he had to stay here a bit longer.

At least until late night,

when the people moving around inside the academy decreased.

It was then.

Tring-tring! Tring-tring!

At the sharp sound, Henry sprang up.

It was a visitor.

Austin, or Rousseau. Perhaps it could be a third party who came because of today’s incident.

The identity was,

“Instructor.”

Rousseau, the chief instructor with a haggard complexion.

***

Chief Instructor Rousseau.

He was currently feeling the most anxious emotion he had in recent years.

It was immediately after he heard the news from Instructor Kiana.

The content that Sanson of the Timothy Marquisate wanted a conversation with Henry.

Of course, he didn’t waver the moment he heard that.

However, from the moment he heard that all the other knights had also rushed over shortly after, he felt an almost despairing mood.

‘Was it my greed? From the very moment a mere person like me thought of harboring such talent?’

A left-behind knight.

Henry’s talent was too massive for a mere instructor to harbor.

He knew it, but he still wanted to teach him.

To the extent that the flame he held in his heart as an educator burned at some point to a degree that no one could extinguish.

‘…It must be an unavoidable flow.’

The moment Rousseau resigned himself like that,

new news was delivered.

“Henry didn’t leave?”

Henry Camilton.

It was the news that the genius with a once-in-a-generation talent had not chosen any family.

Though it ended with the content that he passed the choice to his father Viscount Camilton, Rousseau took that in a completely different meaning.

That was why now,

he had come rushing to the training ground where Henry was training.

“You have no intention of leaving, do you, Henry? If it is the you I know, you surely wouldn’t.”

“…Is it alright if I speak honestly?”

“I would be grateful if you did.”

“I had no intention of leaving. I have no intention of leaving the academy yet.”

“As expected!”

Letting it out like an exclamation, Rousseau wiped his face.

It was a clear reaction of relief.

Yet that was only temporary; Rousseau quickly gathered his emotions and looked straight into Henry’s eyes.

“Henry.”

“Yes.”

“I know at least that you do not want my instruction. You must have also known the fact that I wish to teach you.”

“…Yes.”

“But I will endure it. I won’t even ask the reason. However, I also decided to be honest. I also did not reach out a hand to the former you, and I know that I have no right to do so now.”

“No. Instructor…”

“It is fine, Henry. It is fine, so you do not need to say more. From this moment on, I will discard greed and discard my pride. Just allow me to give you even a tiny bit of help.”

Rousseau’s emotions were intense, and Henry could not answer.

In the first place, instruction is something that requires spending time together. As such, the time he could invest in broadcasting would also decrease.

However.

What Rousseau presented was a slightly ‘different’ help.

“I judged that the moment has come for you to also need a sword of your own now. Fortunately, I have connections built using my position as chief instructor. I will introduce you to a decent smithy.”

“…Ah.”

So it was that.

Henry froze at the unexpected content, then readily nodded his head.

Since this kind of help was exactly what Henry had needed as well.

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