Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family

Chapter 2 – Talented genius from a famous family (1)

After reincarnation, the natural goal was to demonstrate my sword skills that I hadn’t been able to showcase in my previous life.

I didn’t really have any other goals yet. If given the chance, I might visit people who helped me in my past life.

I’m not really interested in revenge either.

Death itself was regrettable, but to begin with, it was a battlefield, not a peaceful place.

It’s also funny that I’d want to seek revenge on someone who won a fair fight against me.

Born into a happy family, all I want to do is develop my talents through many experiences.

This is a very natural goal for me, having already shown my talent on my first birthday.

However, I’m still very young, so even though I can remember my entire past life, I still need help.

“Dain, wait a moment.”

My mother’s hand movements are very quick.

How fast? It takes less than 2 seconds to change a soiled diaper.

Literally in the blink of an eye.

Not even a sound is emitted there.

Truly a former assassin.

“Alright, that’s it. There you go. Dain. Are you feeling alright?”

“Abubb.”

The unidentified powder sprinkled before putting on a new diaper is really good.

It’s the first time I’ve felt warmth.

Now, I never want to lose this warmth.

“Oh, it’s nice. Dain. Do you have to become a great assassin later, okay?”

… However, it seems like my mother really wants to turn me into an assassin.

“Haha, that assassin sound again!”

“Dear. It can disappear at any moment without a trace!”

“If you’re the husband of the best assassin in the empire, you should do this! Dain. You’ll become a very good lancer!”

Of course, my father wants to turn me into a lancer.

“Abubb!”

“See, Dain. He says he doesn’t like lancers.”

“Abuuu.”

“He’s happy. Besides, everyone says they don’t like assassins. What do you mean?”

“Abubb.”

I don’t like either.

“Abubb! Abubu!”

I shouted that I liked the sword.

But all that comes out of my mouth is the babbling of a newborn baby, and it seems to melt my parents’ hearts.

“How can you be so cute? Arabel and Claire were cute, but… Dain is cute on another level!

“Look at these eyes. Do you say his green eyes are like jewels?”

“Isn’t his nose prettier?”

“Be it a lance or an assassination, let’s do it well, dear.”

“Alright. I’ll teach him a bit about assassination.”

“And the lance too.”

… I think I need to learn a bit to not disappoint both of them.

Well, I wish I could learn both, but I still prefer a sword. It was a shame I couldn’t fully develop my talent with the sword in my previous life.

Until my first birthday, I definitely thought that way.”

***

Count Sogres was very excited today.

“Today is Young Master Dain Sogres’s first birthday, isn’t it?”

“Yes, even opened up the inner castle so that all the territory’s residents could enjoy alcohol and food!”

“His Excellency, the Count, is truly a wonderful person.”

“It was the same last time on Miss Arabel and Miss Claire’s first birthdays!”

A grand festival was held by the Sogres family to celebrate their youngest son, Dain Sogres’s first birthday.

The territory’s neighbors finished their work early today and gathered at Count Sogres’s Castle, where a lively celebration unfolded among the crowd.

“It’s been a year since Young Master Dain was born. Time flies!”

“Will he resemble the Count? Or will he take after the Countess?”

“Which of the two would you like him to resemble more?”

“No matter whom he resembles, there’s something even more important!”

“Lady Arabel and Lady Claire became a mage and an invoker, respectively, didn’t they?”

“So, what will Young Master Dain become?”

The main topic among the territory’s inhabitants was Dain’s future career path.

His father was the empire’s finest lance wielder, while his mother was the former top assassin.

The eldest daughter, Arabel, was a brilliant mage, and the younger daughter, Claire, a prodigious invoker.

In this distinguished family with no similar individuals, everyone was curious about the youngest son, Dain’s, future path.

“I heard that the selection ceremony will start soon!”

“Let’s go!”

“What will Young Master Dain choose?”

“This time, it’s the Lance. Isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh. You know something? Will he pick a book?”

And everyone was anticipating the soon-to-be-held “selection ceremony” of the Sogres family.

A grand hall at the center of the house.

A long banquet table covered with a red carpet at the hall’s end where many residents were gathered.

There, Aken Sogres and other Sogres family members were assembled, and on the table lay items each family member had chosen one by one.

His father, Count Aken Sogres, handed Dragon Tail, a lance that had remained with him throughout his life.

“If it’s this lance, Dain will have no choice but to look at it, right?”

The flamboyant lance painted in a luxurious crimson color, decorated as if a dragon serpent were climbing up it, with the lance’s edge made of a rare mineral called ‘Dukran’, was a true work of art. When magical energy was infused into it, the Dukran would imbue the user’s energy, becoming an infinitely sharp and powerful mystical lance.

If Dain had talent for the lance, that black edge would be suffused with a red glow.

Because Dragon Tail only yielded its body to those worthy of it.

Of course, it was fine if he had no talent.

Aken thought it would be fine if Dain simply placed his hand on the dragon’s lance.

“He’s too cute to be an assassin, so he’ll definitely stand out… Yet, he’ll definitely choose this dagger!”

His mother, Lily Sogres, gifted the dagger ‘Nightshade’ that she used in her days as an assassin.

It could be considered simple compared to Dragon Tail, but it was also a dagger made of ‘Etril’, a mysterious mineral as mysterious as the Dukran.

‘Etril’ was a mineral that could accept and store all the ingredients existing in the world.

In other words, it could be used to combine all the poisons in the world.

Just like Dragon Tail, this dagger also reacted differently depending on the user.

Meanwhile,

“Oh, the lady brought something this time too.”

“Oh my goodness, you’re so cute. But when did you grow up like this?”

The eldest daughter, Arabel Sogres, placed her small subspace bag with a proud face.

An item that only mages can use and requires at least some magical talent to react. Otherwise, it’s just a normal pocket.

‘Dain might be a great mage!’ ‘He’ll follow me to the academy later!’

Arabel wanted Dain to attend the academy with her because he had as much talent in magic as she did.

Originally, she wanted to be with Claire, but Claire had already decided her career as an invoker and was attending the Summoning Department, so there was no way they could meet.

‘… If Dain can use the invocation spell, I’d like to ride the Dekaron and fly together through the sky later.’

Lastly, Claire placed an invocation scroll, which was the symbol of an invoker.

Through this, the invoker received a ‘Code’ according to their talent and could only summon summoned beasts through this mark.

Similarly, unless you have the talent for summoning, this mark will never respond.

A table with four items on it.

Meanwhile, the maid finally appeared holding Dain.

There were exclamations of admiration among the territory’s neighbors.

“Oh my, look at those eyes.”

“How can someone be so beautiful?”

“He looks like the Count!”

“Look closely! The mouth and eyes are exactly the same as the Countess!”

Very distinct facial features, big clear eyes, a sharp nose, and other perfect traits from the head.

He had a beauty that would make life seem very comfortable if he grew up like this.

“Dain this way, thank you.”

Dain started to look at the four objects with curious eyes while being held by his mother.

“Come on, Dain. You choose what you like. As long as it has great reach and strength…”

“Dain, isn’t this little pointy thing really pretty?”

“Dain! This is my sister’s favorite bag. Do you remember what I showed you earlier?”

“Dain… Summons with me…”

The family’s wishes, under the guise of applause, sounded in Dain’s ears. And that was the moment when they finally placed Dain on the table.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Four objects started vibrating simultaneously.

“…”

“…”

“What’s this?”

Everyone was in a panic.

“I can’t believe it’s reacting even though I didn’t even touch it.”

Aken Sogress picked up Dane from the table again, unaware.

Then the vibration subsided.

“… No way.”

The four objects react as Dane is placed back.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Everyone was speechless, seeing it asking them to choose quickly and looking incomprehensibly at Dain, who was laughing.

“…”

“…”

Father Aken murmured, puzzled.

The youngest son of the Sogres family.

This was the moment when it was confirmed that Dain Sogres was the greatest genius of all time.