Chapter 121: A Noble? Not in This Lifetime!

Chapter 121: A Noble? Not in This Lifetime!

The next day, the Frenzel family became slightly livelier than usual.

Because many people had received the news that in a few days, the Frenzel family would be hosting the War Festival.

At first, many people were unfamiliar with the term 'War Festival' and felt confused, not knowing what it was all about.

The War Festival, which hadn't been held for decades, was suddenly announced to be brought back, so it was quite normal that many people hadn't caught on yet.

It wasn't until Alderman vigorously began promoting the revival of the War Festival to enliven it that people finally understood what the War Festival was about.

Now, the whole Frenzel territory was buzzing.

"Are Lady Yuri and Sir Alderman really going to join in this fighting competition?"

"Yeah, sounds kinda interesting."

"It's been forever since the Frenzel territory had an event this lively."

"I'm getting pretty pumped!"

Many people were discussing it one after another in such a mood.

However, Alderman didn't actually publicize the true significance of the War Festival.

In other words, although people knew that Yuri and Alderman were preparing to participate in the fight, facing off against each other, they didn't know that the purpose of hosting the War Festival was to make the other party compromise to their demands.

This was a conflict and decision-making within the direct line of the Frenzel family, and it wasn't convenient for those below and outsiders to know about it.

Therefore, knowing about the War Festival's existence, people were simply looking forward to it and discussing it, but they didn't notice anything amiss. Only a few intelligent individuals clearly sensed an abnormality.

"Marquis Frenzel caused quite a stir in the royal capital, and now she suddenly set up this War Festival thingy?"

"The Basolo family is pretty hostile toward the Frenzel family right now. With Sir Alderman's way of doing things, shouldn't he try to ease the tensions between them first?"

"It's not that simple... There must be something we don't know about."

"Let's find out then."

The people who reacted like this were either some nobles or spies sent by certain countries or members of some mysterious force who had been deliberately monitoring the movements of the Frenzel family.

They keenly sensed that there was more to this and began to take action in secret. Moreover, believe it or not, they actually found the answer.

After all, the War Festival was once a tradition of the Frenzel family. While today's people might not understand and know its purpose, an observant and knowledgeable one would surely find out how the Frenzel family used to hold the War Festival and why it existed.

This wasn't some particularly significant secret; anyone with a bit of influence could investigate and surely find out.

Thanks to this, they learned the reason behind the revival of the War Festival.

"It appears Marquis Frenzel and Sir Alderman have reached an irreconcilable conflict."

"Is it due to the marriage with the Basolo family?"

"Definitely worth keeping an eye on."

With ulterior motives in mind, these people began to act one after another.

Even those who were previously indifferent to the affairs of the Frenzel family showed considerable interest in the War Festival itself.

"This is a great opportunity to get a close look at the strength of the Frenzel family."

"Since Strategic-Class Magician Yuri Frenzel will also participate, it might be the only chance to see her power up close."

'How did it get exposed anyway?'

At that time, after the knights and guards had already suppressed the slave invasion, all of them, including the servants, had taken refuge in the basement under Yuri's instructions.

In other words, logically speaking, nobody should have known about him using Rea Laevateinn.

So how did this get exposed?

'Was there an outsider witnessing me casting Rea Laevateinn at that time?' Riezel expressed doubt.

If that were the case, then this person was quite lucky.

If a tactical-class wide area annihilation magic had been unleashed without a tactical-class barrier to block it, the entire vicinity of the Frenzel residence would have likely turned into a sea of flames.

For this person to stay within the barrier, within the range of Rea Laevateinn, and still survive, they either had some skills or were just incredibly lucky.

Riezel sighed at this thought, then stopped dwelling on it.

If the exposure happened, it happened. He wouldn't die from it anyway; at most, he would just become the target of assassination again.

But in a way, he actually welcomed it.

As long as they didn't send someone on the level of a Sword Saint to deal with him, these assassins, no matter how many came, would only serve to increase his excelia.

Of course, he had no intention of returning to the royal capital and accepting any noble titles or positions the kingdom might offer.

In his previous life, he had suffered enough persecution in that world full of conspiracy and deceit among the upper society. Now that he had finally distanced himself from that world and gained freedom, there was no way he would go back to it.

A noble? Not in this lifetime!

As a result, Riezel told Yuri about his decision.

"I had a feeling you would say that. Okay, don't worry, I'll do my best to delay and make excuses for you." Yuri took on this task seriously.

However, as news of him spread, Riezel found himself being pestered by others as well.

One day, just as he was about to practice magic as usual, he was intercepted by someone who suddenly appeared.

"Teach me magic!"

Speaking with such an air of arrogance was none other than—

"It's you, the brat—I mean, the youngest child."

Looking at Isaac who had suddenly popped up, Riezel couldn't help but blurt out.

"Who are you calling a brat?! Also, I already told you I'm not the youngest child, dammit!" Isaac jumped up and shouted in anger. "You insolent fellow! Address me as young master!"

Seeing him behaving like an annoying noble brat again, Riezel couldn't help but feel the urge to give him another knock on his head.

"Are you sure you want me to call you young master?" Riezel said while clenching his fist tightly.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you..."

Seeing that familiar fist, the ever-flexible Isaac ultimately chose to magnanimously forgive Riezel's impoliteness.

However—

"But you have to teach me magic!"

Isaac continued to insist, leaving Riezel puzzled.