To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor

Chapter 10: The Beginning Of Swordsmanship (1)

Illisia entered the bedroom and announced,

Its Illisia.

Did you truly instruct the saint to die?

She found herself speechless in response to the counts blunt question.

Silence often served as confirmation.

The count understood that his daughter had cursed the saint, none other than the saint himself.

Ah What should I do about this? Is this the end of our family lineage in my generation?

The saint possessed the authority of being Gods representative and immense power.

A god-like human in the human world.

That was the saint.

However, the other party was not the commonly known saint, but perhaps, a divine being.

Even a single word from him, as if passing by their kingdom, could claim their lives.

They had committed such a transgression, and he had the power to enforce it.

Viscount Gaid furrowed his brow and placed his hand on his forehead.

Now, rather than reprimanding his daughter, there was something more crucial to prioritize.

Whew Forten, locate the saint. Immediately. As discreetly and swiftly as possible.

As soon as the counts words fell, Forten, the butler, bowed his head.

I will send people to search for him.

Viscount Gaid added,

If we didnt know, then hes an unknown saint to the world. I dont understand why the holy kingdom didnt take him in and protect him, but thats the situation. When you commission the information guild, dont ask them to find the saint, but rather, search for him based on his appearance and age.

Understood.

After providing detailed instructions to Forten, Viscount Gaid turned to Illisia and spoke to her in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

As a noble, even when you are angry or sad, dont display it publicly. Your emotions could destroy all of us, your family.

Illisia recoiled at his stern words.

Tears welled up in her eyes, appearing as if they would spill at any moment.

Viscount Gaid gently stroked her hair and said,

Im not telling you to discard your emotions. Only reveal your emotions to those you can genuinely trust. That is the highest form of trust one can receive as a human in the noble world.

His words resonated softly in the bedroom.

Eventually, Illisia succumbed to tears in front of Viscount Gaid.

Sniff sniff Im sorry, Dad.

Viscount Gaid shut his eyes as he comforted his daughter, who was weeping in his arms.

At Illisias age, she should have been making friends and frolicking in gardens.

But Illisia was a noble lady.

Therefore, she always had to be cautious in her actions, and in situations like this, she had to assume responsibility.

That was for her benefit, and educating her about her family lineage and nobility was the least he could do for his daughter.

The fourteen-year-old girl, born into nobility, led a life devoid of freedom. He found this lamentable, and tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of his precious daughter having to exist in the noble world in the future.

Now, the only thing he could do for his daughter was to instruct her on how to survive in this world.

Whew Perhaps it would be better for Illisia if our family lineage ended here

Feeling a surge of various emotions for the first time in a while, the count quietly shifted his gaze towards the window.

As a noble and a father, he was not permitted to show tears to anyone.

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Ray, from today, come out every morning. You are old enough, so it seems about time you learn how to wield a sword.

When Eil spoke, Ray put down her spoon while consuming soup and nodded her head.

Yeah. I wanted to try learning too.

Hahaha. It wont be easy. You might learn while getting hit.

Eil felt immense happiness in doing something with his son.

Dad is so strong. I might die if I get hit by the sword he swings with that powerful arm.

Ray started to compliment Eil.

They say flattery makes even a whale dance.

Eil, being human, was three times more delighted.

Hahaha! Alright, Ill go easy on you.

Eil laughed foolishly, while Saein rested his chin on his hand, observing him.

Whos going to watch out for whom? Dont get beaten by a kid.

Are you mocking me?

They both acknowledged that Ray was unusually strong.

Even if they gave their best effort, they doubted they could resist his overwhelming mana density.

Therefore, Eil had a plan.

Ray! No magic during swordsmanship training time!

Eil announced confidently, causing Saein to chuckle.

Heh. Is that your strategy?

Muahahaha! Experience the grandeur of a father!

Ray didnt fully grasp why Eil was so fixated on the grandeur of a father, but he felt that growing a beard would explain everything.

Understood. So, no magic, correct?

Yes. Ill permit the use of mana.

Ray grinned mischievously at Eils words.

He could even form a surgical scalpel with mana.

Just because he couldnt use magic didnt mean his comprehension of mana vanished. The difference would arise from the proficiency and experience in swordsmanship.

If he mastered that aspect, he could defeat Eil.

Both father and son believed they had the upper hand.

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The lesson commenced in the spacious yard.

Ray received a short wooden stick from Eil.

It appeared crude, likely carved from a log, resembling a wooden sword.

So its a double-edged sword, not a Japanese katana.

Although he had vaguely considered it, the concept of a Japanese katana didnt exist in this world.

In this realm, where swordsmanship prioritizing power was cultivated, a Japanese katana was merely a disposable object that couldnt even deflect an attack, let alone withstand one.

Ray gripped the handle firmly and assumed a stance.

It was the posture commonly referred to as kendo in modern times.

Im fortunate I learned kendo in my youth.

He had studied kendo for self-defense since he was five years old in modern times.

He stopped attending by the time he reached high school, but he had practiced diligently, so his stance was impeccable.

Eil was perplexed by his sons form, despite it being his first time wielding a sword.

Initially, he assumed he would need to correct an unsteady stance.

However, Rays stance was evidently practical.

With the sword at the center, it appeared there would be no issue with any kind of thrust.

It also seemed as though he could hold off an opponent approaching from the front.

I might actually get hit.

Eil relaxed his body and spoke in a low voice.

Your stance looks good. Go ahead and attack first.

Okay.

As soon as Ray finished speaking, he dashed towards Eils side.

He swung the sword diagonally, targeting Eils shoulder.

But Eil was ready and effortlessly parried the sword swung by Ray.

When a sword is parried, an opening is created.

Eil seized this opportunity.

Take this, you brat!

The attack aimed at the shoulder, just like Rays, was supposed to hit Rays shoulder directly.

No, it was supposed to.

Suddenly, Rays drawn black sword was blocking Eils attack once again.

When did he?

Ray parried the sword without leaving any room for error.

The sword, filled with an abundance of mana, clashed with Eils, causing a recoil.

Ugh!

His high-density mana easily repelled Eils infused mana.

As a result, Eil almost lost his grip on his sword.

If he hadnt had combat experience deeply ingrained in his body, he would have dropped the sword.

Hes truly like a genius. I dont know where he learned it, but its a swordsmanship technique Ive never seen.

Eil believed Ray had invented this sword technique.

It might be unthinkable for someone his age to invent a sword technique, but Ray had always been like this.

His study and comprehension of mana was unparalleled, even when compared to the mage, Sein.

Sein would surely lose if they debated solely about magic, but about mana.

Swinging his sword, Eil asked,

Whats that technique? Did you invent it?

Parrying the sword aimed at his chin, Ray responded,

Yes. I did a good job creating it, didnt I? Not sure if its practical though.

Seeing his son speak with a hint of a smile, Eils heart swelled.

Made it well? Yes, you did, you little rascal! It makes me want to learn it.

Should we speed up then?

Eil activated the mana within him.

Suddenly, his sword moved with terrifying speed.

Ray struggled to deflect it and stepped back.

I dont know how to do that

Ha ha ha ha! Then learn while youre getting hit!

How cruel!

It wasnt just speed, but also increased power.

The pressure from his descending sword could even be felt by himself.

Ray had no choice but to step back once more.

Running away again?

If Dad keeps coming at me like that, I have my own plans.

Just dont use magic.

Its not magic.

Good then.

Eil waited to see what move his son would make next.

Watching him, Ray tilted his head.

Not attacking?

Damn it, a man has his pride. How can I attack now? Just do it quickly.

It was like villains who wait for the heroes to transform.

Ray smirked and said,

Hehehe. You wont regret this?

A man doesnt go back on his word.

Eil said with a serious face, but he soon regretted it.

Mana started gathering around Ray and soon, all of it infused into his sword.

This created the so-called Sword Aura, which is hard to produce.

Though it wasnt as destructive or sharp as the Aura Blade, which only Swordmasters could produce, there obviously werent any kids of Rays age who could create a Sword Aura.

Moreover, it was a Sword Aura based solely on his understanding of mana.

Its length was equal to the length of his thigh.

Holding a sword longer than himself, Ray said,

Now its fair. Lets go again.

Fair my foot! How is this fair?