Damn Reincarnation Chapter 4.3

Ciel, who was enjoying herself like a stranger, also exclaimed at sight. Eugene leaned down and took off the sandbag hung on his legs.

“…You’ve trained your mana…”

Cyan was surprised and open-mouthed until just now. His face twisted, and he got angry. A child in Countryside should not train Mana until the blood ceremony. It was a long tradition of the Lionhart family. Only the children of their home could train Mana from an early age and take real weapons. 

Now, the tradition was trampled on before his eyes. It was impossible to deal with simple meanness and anger.

“I didn’t train.”

Eugene replied with a sour look. It wasn’t a lie. 

Mana training. I’ve been able to do it since I was a toddler, but I haven’t trained for it. 

It was because he didn’t want to make his father, Jehard, be in a difficult position for no reason, and because he was reborn as a descendant of Vermouth, he wanted to use his mana training method.

“The obvious lie…! How can you handle the weight without Mana training?!”

“I’ve been doing it since I was seven.”

“Don’t lie!”

“Why do you keep lying to me even though you haven’t done it before. If you doubt it, check it out with a duel.”

Eugene sat on the floor and unpacked the sandbag from the spear. Cyan, who was glaring at the scene, felt her sister’s anticipated gaze. He was terrified and felt Nina’s gaze. The servants of the detached house were also standing by the window, showing interest in the disturbance of the banquet hall. 

It was Cyan who put the duel in his mouth first. Cyan took out a handkerchief first, and Eugene said no and spoke of honor. So now he has not been able to retreat, and the crime of training Mana before the blood ceremony has been added to the subject of dissipation.

So he should punish them. If he shut his mouth here and stepped back, it was clear that his sister would tease him for life, not just for a few days. First, Cyan picked up a wooden sword that was around him. It was a wooden sword that Eugene had wielded so far. 

“…It’s a duel!”

Cyan shouted and threw a handkerchief at Eugene. The flying handkerchief falls on Eugene’s shoulder. It was only around that time that Eugene was able to release all the sandbags hanging from the Spear. 

“I accept it.”

Eugene accepted with a nod. 

Cyan was excited about the first duel in his life.

Cyan’s heart pounded with excitement.

‘An insolent, sinner who disrespected the family tradition, how should I punish him? How can my sister admire his brother’s brilliance when he scolds me?’

Such thought was cut off.

Eugene stabbed the spear as soon as he stood up.

Cyan, who was taking a few steps back conscious of the wooden sword held in his right hand, failed to respond properly to the movement of the spear.

Cuckoo! The tip of the spear stuck in Sean’s abdomen. 

“Oh, my gosh!”

Cyan rolled to the ground with a scream.