I Regressed to My Ruined Family
Chapter 200

I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 200

＃When I returned, the family was ruined (201)

Just one punch.

Tomern felt as if all his organs and organs were being twisted by that punch. It felt like the food I ate yesterday was leaking out from inside me again. It was an extremely dull shock.

“What is it?”

“What just happened…”

The audience rubbed their eyes. A battle between two people who have begun to exceed hundreds of sums.

There was almost no one who could confirm the speed of a superhuman with the naked eye. The only sight most of the personnel saw was the scene of Tomern falling down with the terrifying trajectory of the blade.

It was an unbelievable sight.

Didn’t he continue his sharp offensive as if he had cornered the Duke just a moment ago?

The host was equally surprised.

He blinked, looked around and shouted.

“…Lord Tomern has fallen! We will count to three according to the rules of the competition! If you don’t wake up during that time, you are automatically eliminated! one!”

A suffocating silence followed.

Everyone was looking at Tomern and wanting to see him. I hope he doesn’t fall like this.

‘I’m going to die…’

Tomern laughed bitterly after checking the body. Mana flowed from the Duke’s fist. That mana was completely turning my stomach. The dizziness that was far beyond what I could handle was probably due to the mana running wild inside my body.

Tomern, who had managed to gather mana by concentrating his mind, urgently sent out a whisper.

[…Your Excellency the Duke, if you are already willing to help me, please give me a little more help. Everyone is looking forward to it.]

A meaningful smile appeared on Ethan’s lips. It was impossible to know the true meaning without knowing it.

They’re asking you to pay the price.

[…We will try to bring you as much quality information as possible. The cycle also runs faster!]

By engaging in a high-level battle with the Duke, he made it known to the audience that he was not a talent who could be defeated in vain.

‘…It’s not enough.’

I only found out after receiving tens of thousands of passionate gazes. This was ridiculously insufficient. If it ends like this, at best it will end with the person saying that they fought hard in their own way.

But what if I could stand up from this position once again?

Everyone will realize how persistent Wolfheim’s eldest son was.

‘If he is going to fall, he must fall more cruelly…’

He will be able to imprint his name more clearly on the people of the kingdom.

To do this, he needed the duke’s help. A strong desire for fame. That stimulated Tomern.

“…Doul!”

Perhaps because they were also citizens of the Kingdom of Limedell, the speed at which the host counted the numbers was noticeably slow. Cold sweat broke out on Tomern’s face. The duke still remained unresponsive.

The child got on board.

It can’t end like this.

A strong desire for fame.

That moved Tomern.

In the end, he made a fatal move.

[…I will even hand over confidential information. With Wolfheim’s name and honor at stake!]

The dizziness disappeared. Before he knew it, the Duke’s mana, which had been stirring around his body, had disappeared as if it had been washed away. It probably means that he will accept the offer.

“Keueuuuuu!”

He let out a deliberate groan and slammed his dual swords into the floor. He held it tightly as a cane and slowly stood up.

“Seh… Ah! Sir Tomern shows his indomitable will! “I finally withstood His Excellency the Duke’s blow that no one could withstand!”

“Wow!”

“Tomern! Tomern!”

“cheer up! “Don’t lose!”

The crowd went wild. Not only had he been able to withstand a blow that other superhumans had never been able to withstand, Tomern’s fighting spirit was still burning in the Duke’s eyes.

As if shouting out loud that you can still do it. It was a sight that warmed my heart. In particular, the reaction of the people of Limedell Kingdom was even more heated.

Ethan chuckled at that sight.

Heidern and Limedel.

Everyone in the world knew that the two countries were enemies. You can’t help but be immersed just by looking at it, but as if that wasn’t enough, the spice of enmity has been added.

That may be the reason for the particularly enthusiastic response to the semifinals.

[It’s about four rooms.]

[…Good.]

Tomern nodded willingly. The Duke’s fist inflicts sharp pain as if breaking bones. I didn’t know that getting hit multiple times would cause terrible trauma. It would be a beautiful ending for both of us if we hit it off in moderation and end it in moderation.

And so the two people’s play continued.

Tomern is sweating profusely.

In comparison, the peacock’s face didn’t change at all.

The difference in level seemed clear enough for anyone to see. Despite this, Tomern continued to swing his dual swords.

And that too with both eyes burning brightly. To the general public, Tomern seemed like the embodiment of will.

“shit!”

“cheer up!”

Victory and defeat seemed clear. Nevertheless, the number of spectators cheering for Tomern was increasing.

Even some of Heidern’s audience were hoping that Tomern would not fall in vain.

Pow!

“Wow!”

Pow!

Grumble!

I somehow withstood two punches, but three was different. Red blood flowed from the corner of Tomern’s mouth. There was no doubt that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

A pair of swords that are swung mercilessly.

Not only was it not enough to use a great sword to block it all, but he also threw out punches in between to keep the superhuman in a corner.

Everyone swallowed their saliva.

Since it was all one-shot so far, it was inevitably difficult to accurately guess the duke’s skills. Even though I knew it was incredibly strong, I was uncertain about how strong it was.

But it was different now.

Even in Limedel, Tomern, who was known to be unmatched except for a few high-ranking knights, was being defeated helplessly as if he were a child. Even serial attacks like the poisonous snake were of no use in front of the duke.

“He’s really… only 20 years old?”

“It’s a monster… A monster…”

“… Isn’t it true that he’s a transcendental person?”

“Transcendent? Does that make sense? “At that age?”

“But think about it. I’ve faced the wall of transcendence. No matter what, in the end, I’m just a superhuman. “Do you think there could be this much difference in skill when two superhumans fight against each other?”

“….”

Transcendent.

The surroundings became quiet due to that heavy topic.

“You mean my realm? “The wall of transcendence has long since been overcome.”

The duke had certainly said something like that. But only a few people believed that. This is because it was a claim that made no sense when you think about it with common sense.

A transcendent person in his 20s!

This is a story that could easily be said. It was a growth that was beyond the human scope and cannot be understood even if one were to call him a genius among geniuses. Even if I was an idiot, I knew this fact that no one has achieved transcendence in their twenties.

Therefore, most people were drawing tentative conclusions. The duke is just a very strong superhuman.

Maybe I didn’t want to believe it. That such a monster was born in Heidern, isn’t this a terrible story that can’t even be used as a joke!

That’s why I didn’t want to believe the duke’s words until the religious leader himself ‘proved it’.

Rather than sending the superhuman away with a single blow, paradoxically, it was only when he competed in dozens of battles that he acknowledged the level of the duke who called himself a transcendent.

The Duke’s inaction in dealing with Wolfheim’s eldest son was so overwhelming.

‘The duke may really be a transcendent…’

He is a great knight who ranks high among superhumans. He pushed that knight into a corner without even exerting any effort. It was proven through pure skill.

That you are a monster.

Perhaps that’s why Tomern’s defeat felt natural. How can you deal with a monster like that? Just being able to endure so far was amazing. Because it was like proving that he was on a different level from other superhumans. The finishing touch was the duke’s sword.

Huh!

When the great sword was swung.

Tuk!

Degurrr.

The two dual swords were cut off cleanly. Tomern, whose entire body was covered in dirt, put down his dual swords.

“…I lost.”

“Lord Tomern has declared his abstention!”

Strictly speaking, it was not an act that could be called abstention. From the moment the weapon was completely cut off, it was no different from defeat. Still, since it showed a beautiful scene, this level of packaging should be fine.

“Wow!”

“I lost, but I fought well!”

“Tomern! Tomern!”

A spectacular defeat.

Tomern smiled inwardly.

Even though he may have lost, if it had been this close, he might have been worse than Damian, who made it to the finals. For a single transaction, I was very satisfied with the results.

[I’m not looking forward to it.]

[…Yes. I won’t disappoint you.]

If the duke revealed the truth about the ‘deal’, he would be devastated. Wolfheim’s name will fall to the end of the abyss.

It was natural.

On the surface, it seemed like a great close match, but in essence, it was because the duke had looked after him for a long time.

Of course, there will be very few people who can replace out that fact. Basically, it was because the duke moved to avoid revealing any loopholes as much as possible, probably because he had in mind the suspicious people.

Even so.

The fact that the question arose as to whether or not the duke had taken care of it was extremely troublesome.

Therefore, it was very important for Tomern to not disobey the Duke, who could be said to be the key figure in this matter.

‘The question is how much should be given to be satisfied…’

The duke probably doesn’t want the most confidential information that happens in the royal palace. That was enough to hand it over.

* * *

‘It’s okay.’

Tomern wasn’t the only one happy with the deal. For Ardan, it was the same as having his eyes planted without even blowing his nose. And that too in the royal castle, the place with the strictest surveillance.

‘He’s probably a guy with a head of his own.’

I will try to provide as much quality information as possible. You can’t know unless you know who is holding the hilt of the sword.

I looked at the bracket.

It was Damien who made it to the finals. Ethan also knew about this guy. Since the start of the preliminaries until now, I’ve been targeting myself so much. It was impossible not to go unless I was interested.

Eyes full of resentment.

I was able to guess the reason to some extent.

‘Eight rings.’

It seemed like there was some friction in the process of getting it back.

but.

Would a family the size of a duke of a kingdom have been willing to give away the items it had acquired?

I don’t know, but a lot of conversations must have taken place behind the scenes.

‘Then something happened.’

If he had returned the treasure in exchange for a generous reward, there was no way he would have looked at him with such resentment.

This would mean that the Palhwan was recovered through a forced procedure.

Well, it didn’t matter.

Because the Palhwan had already been absorbed into his body for a long time. However, I was quite interested in the person involved in the process.

A person who has the power to receive goods even while suppressing a family equivalent to the Duke of Floten.

‘Nine out of ten people are dragons.’

It is difficult to do so even as an archbishop. Only someone like Anna or a religious leader that I have seen recently would be able to show that kind of power.

‘If we do well…’

I think we can plant two eyes instead of one in the Kingdom of Limedell.

Ethan looked at the bracket and smiled quietly.