My Magic Tools Are Selling Too Well - My Magic Tools Are Selling Too Well chapter 28

28 – Festivals and Colosseum (9)

Contrary to my expectations that they would be able to win soon, Zenit continued the game relentlessly.

Is the name of the Polgram family not in vain?

The [Vita Taker] rushes in without getting tired, and the [Magic Gunner] shoots through gaps.

Despite my constant checks using magic tools, Zenit steadfastly endured it.

In particular, when I used the [Sword of Momentum] to completely slash [Vita Taker] around the shoulder, I felt like I was losing and I was stunned.

The [Sword of Momentum] is a magic sword that belongs to the highest level of difficulty among the swordsmanship faculty’s skills.

The essence of the Faculty of Swordsmanship, which is considered to be usable only by warriors who have reached a certain level.

[Sword of Momentum] was a technique that even experienced researchers in the Faculty of Swordsmanship could not easily use.

I recognized that Zenit Polgram was a strong opponent, but I didn’t know that he was hiding such a secret.

Nonetheless, in the end, it was me who seized the victory.

The reason was unusually in the use of potions.

If you are injured, use a health potion, and if your magic power is depleted, use a magic potion.

This is a fairly natural usage in a hero’s battle.

If it’s not a one-on-one battle, and it’s a party battle, you can get help from priests.

However, Zenit, who had been fighting nonstop with the golem, did not have time to use either of them.

Perhaps the magic potion was urgent, but there was no way I was watching it.

Even if one of [Vita Taker’s] arms was cut off, he never stopped holding them in check.

On the other hand, I was resting comfortably in the [Safe Cage].

I drank the magic potion to the point where I thought it was too much.

For some reason, I felt anxious that even if I did this, I would lose to Zenit.

Thanks to that, I was able to crush it with an overwhelming difference in magical power and win against Zenit.

Some people will point fingers at this game.

He said he had won a gruesome victory with potions.

But what?

Anyway, if you win, that’s it.

“Sophomore of alchemy, Sacher Philip! win!!”

-Wow, waaa!!

-Sacher won!!

-Reverse pests, Suaret!!

-Senior nieee I’m proud of you!!

– Sacher! Sacher! Sacher!

Along with the referee’s win or loss call, deafening cheers from the audience were heard.

All sorts of useless sounds mixed together to become an unknown scream, but the mood wasn’t too bad.

“It was a good match, Sacher Philip.”

I turned my head at the sudden voice.

It was Zenit.

He was knocked down after being hit by a magic bullet, and he was shaking his body and shaking hands with me.

… Still, it delivered a pretty strong blow.

Even with the help of the Sacred Division medical staff, it was a monstrous regenerative power.

Indeed, he deserved to be called the top talent of the entire swordsmanship department.

I lightly held his hand and smiled.

“yes. You’ve worked hard, senior.”

It was a victory achieved through trickery, but Zenit did not seem to have any complaints about it.

All of that anyway.

After all, it was the combat power I could use.

Perhaps if this duel had been a battle with monsters, Zenit would have lost its life.

“There are quite a few things I want to know about you, but… ”

Zenit spoke up and glanced around.

“I will have to put it off until later. Enjoy, Sacher Philip. This is your only victory.”

The voice hit my ears like an echo.

I slowly started looking around.

Audience screaming.

A narrator full of excitement.

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Juniors and friends who come into the eye from far away.

There are so many people cheering for me, and the stadium is full of people chanting my name.

The surroundings were noisy, but there was heat inside.

His whole body was in ruins, but his fighting spirit was wriggling at the end of his skin.

The pain clinging to the tired body.

All these landscapes around me.

It gave me the two words ‘victory’.

In the scene of cheers,

I quietly whispered my name.

Sacher.

Sacher Philip.

It was the first time I liked this name.

* * *

Viscount Philip’s estate located in the northeastern part of the Empire, near the border.

As befits a manor of a family praised as the ‘sword of the empire’, the inside of the manor was ordinary.

The fortress walls focused on defense and defense, and the fortress structure focused on efficiency.

The houses, which seemed to be made easy to escape at any time, were plain as if they were preparing for war.

The lord castle in the center was no different.

It still has a fairly tall building height and wide scale, but…

To see it as the residence of a pure-blooded aristocrat, the building was too rugged.

The office inside the lord’s castle.

A middle-aged man was sitting across the table reading the newspaper.

Silver hair and a vertical scar around the eye.

Even in peacetime, from the large sword slung behind his back, it was immediately apparent that he had not lived an ordinary life.

＜Academy Coliseum Final Winner, Sacher Philip＞

In the newspaper, there was news that a sophomore in the Faculty of Alchemy defeated the entire top of the Faculty of Swords and won the championship at the Colosseum.

The middle-aged man slowly opened his mouth while reading the newspaper.

“They say Sacher won the Colosseum.”

It wasn’t self-talk.

These words were addressed to another person standing on one side of the room.

“I know.”

A pleasant voice rang out.

Silver hair that came down to her waist and contrasting red eyes.

Pretty tall for a woman, and her proportions are close to perfect.

Like the middle-aged, even the thin rapier he wore behind his back.

Every part of the exterior resembled a middle-aged person, and reminded me of him.

The eldest daughter of the Viscount Philippe, Karin Philippe.

“If a child who was not endowed with the talent of a hero has gone through all the training of the hellish family, there is no way he will be defeated by anyone in the academy.”

Inside Karin’s words, there were sharp thorns embedded in them that would sting anyone who heard them.

She was pointing out that the overtraining Sacher had to undergo as a child was wrong.

“It was the training Sacher needed.”

“It must have been the necessary training for the family.”

At the answer of the daughter who is still sharp.

Her father, Colchester Philip, sighed lightly.

It’s something I’ve explained a few times, but now it’s a story that I’ve almost given up on.

It was meaningless to say more, and he thought that his daughter could not understand it.

“I think I will go to the academy for a demonstration.”

As if she didn’t care about her father’s feelings, Karin said indifferently.

academy show.

An exchange culture in which knights visit the academy for a certain period of time, provide counseling to undergraduate students, and correct their posture little by little.

However, in fact, it was a regular new member excavation event of the Knights, which had a stronger purpose for joining or promoting.

Karin graduated from the academy last year, and entered the Guard Knights as a new member this year.

In fact, new knights usually don’t participate in the promotional event for the next jockey knights, but she dared to make a formal request and announced her intention to go.

Colchester looked at his daughter with complicated eyes.

It was because he knew all too well that the reason was to see his younger brother.

“Sacher will be uncomfortable.”

“does not matter. I was prepared to be hated by that child, because I already did it four years ago.”

Little by little anger built up in Colchester’s voice, who had been talking softly.

“You and Sacher are brother and sister.”

And at those words, Karin glared at her father with cold eyes.

“They are siblings without a drop of blood.”

bang!

With those words, the desk Colchester was sitting on cracked open.

It was because he couldn’t control his anger and hit his teeth with his fist.

“I would have told you not to talk about it again.”

However, there was not even a hint of agitation in Karin’s eyes looking at him.

She, who had already crossed the line a long time ago, could not be taken aback by her father’s anger.

Karin spoke slowly.

“father. At that time, four years ago, the father lost both of his children. A daughter who felt betrayed by her father, and a son who gave her rational feelings. Both.”

“… Shut up.”

“Sacher will probably leave the family soon. Because you don’t want to leave the family dishonor of having a scandal with your brother and sister.”

“… you.”

“You know what?”

Karin asked Colchester with a self-deprecating laugh.

“Even if my father was killed then. Even if the father had been poisoned by Venom Arcus’ cursed poison, the child would have saved the father. Even if you find all the poisons in the world.”

Her eyes, which had been filled with anger, were filled with sadness.

“Because they are more like family than family, not siblings. So I feel really fortunate.”

After saying that, Karin turned her back.

The door closed with a bang.

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Just like that, she left the room.

The old emotions that hovered around the room disappeared.

Soon, a room full of silence.

Colchester covered his face with his two clumsy hands.

It wasn’t the first time.

Four years ago, when an extremely poisonous demon clan called ‘Venom Arcus’ threatened her daughter’s life.

The one who was at the forefront of the war certainly did not come back even though he could have returned to his family.

Buried in the false belief that the sword of the Empire should not be captured by personal feelings.

He shouted that his heart should go to his daughter, there are many other people besides himself who will protect the empire…

His body, trained like a machine, showed no signs of returning.

Since then, my daughter has changed, and she has been so cold every time we run into each other.

And each time the ending was the same.

Behind the harsh words of her daughter, there was a confidence that in the end could not say anything.

A man who has lived his entire life for the Empire and has been taught to do so.

Colchester Philip.

But he is at this moment.

He felt that the values he had thoroughly maintained were slowly cracking.

He grabbed his face and said in a cracking voice.

“ma’am… please let me know what should i do… .”

In the quiet room, only his monologue, left alone, echoed.