Finally, I Got Transmigrated Into Another World!

***

Tristan returned to his room, cleaned himself up, and changed into fresh clothes. As he adjusted his outfit, his mind lingered on the exhilarating duel with Lucien.

"That duel was incredible. Uncle Lucien and I relied purely on our swordsmanship, no trick, no magic. I wish I could stay here longer... but Cheryl is waiting for someone to save her, and that someone is me."

Tristan steeled his resolve, took a deep breath, and stepped out of his room, making his way to the dining hall.

Upon entering, he was greeted warmly by Lucien, Gracia, Gideon, and Sheyla.

"Good morning, Tristan. That was an amazing duel earlier," Gracia said, her tone sincere.

"Indeed, Tristan! I had no idea your swordsmanship was nearly on par with Father's," Sheyla added, her voice brimming with admiration.

Lucien smiled quietly at the compliments, but before he could say anything, Gideon bolted toward Tristan, dropping to one knee before him.

"Tristan, make me your disciple!" Gideon declared, his eyes shining with determination.

Tristan blinked, caught off guard by the dramatic gesture. He glanced at Lucien and the others, seeking help, but they merely sighed and smacked their foreheads in exasperation.

Turning back to Gideon, Tristan spoke gently. "Big brother, you already have an exceptional teacher right here." He gestured toward Lucien.

"That's true," Gideon admitted, before adding, "but when my father was your age, all he did was chase women. He wasn't like you at all!"

Gracia's face immediately darkened. "Hey, young man, that 'charming rogue' you're talking about is my husband," she said, glaring at Gideon.

Lucien, however, burst out laughing. "Hahaha, Well, he's not wrong! Before I met Gracia and took over as head of the family, I did enjoy my carefree days. But the decision is yours, Tristan. As his father, I'll support whatever choice he makes."

Tristan hesitated, his face tinged with guilt. "I'd be happy to teach you, brother Gideon, but... I won't be staying here for long."

The room fell silent, the air thick with surprise.

Lucien was the first to respond. "Why? Is there somewhere you need to go?"

"Yes, sir," Tristan answered solemnly. "You may have heard that the village of Allrose was completely wiped out."

Lucien nodded grimly. "I received a report from Brady about it."

"The reason Allrose was destroyed," Tristan continued, his tone heavy, "is because someone in that village held the Hero class."

Everyone in the room froze, their expressions shifting to shock and disbelief.

"What? Are you certain about this?" Lucien asked urgently.

"Yes, sir," Tristan confirmed. "That Hero is my friend, the child of a family I consider my own. She was kidnapped by the same people who orchestrated the attempted abduction of Sheyla."

Lucien cursed under his breath. "If that's true, it means the Demon King's revival is imminent."

Tristan said resolutely. "That's why I need to leave, to rescue the Hero."

Lucien nodded gravely. "I understand. Gideon, Tristan is undertaking a vital mission. You can't go with him."

"But Father, I can help!" Gideon protested. "You know my magic is exceptional., even among the top students at Celathor Academy!"

"I know," Lucien said firmly, addressing Gideon. "That's why I need you here, to help organize strategies and prepare our forces."

Tristan then interjected, his voice calm yet reassuring. "Brother, you know I have no home to return to after rescuing the Hero right?. So don't worry, we'll see each other again."

"Really?" Gideon asked, his excitement bubbling up.

"Yes," Tristan replied with a small smile. "Besides, I'm not leaving right away without a plan. I'll discuss everything with Lord Lucien first before deciding when to depart. Until then, you can train with me."

Gideon nodded eagerly, determination burning in his eyes. "Alright, then. I'll protect this place so you can come back here safely!"

Gracia glanced at Tristan with a look of quiet gratitude, as though silently saying thank you. Meanwhile, Tristan chuckled internally. "Not that I ever said I'd come back here."

Lucien clapped his hands lightly to get everyone's attention. "Alright, let's finish breakfast. Afterward, Tristan, we can discuss whatever it is you wanted to talk about."

With that, they resumed their meal.

Once breakfast was over, Lucien gestured for Tristan to follow him. "Come, let's head to my office."

The two left the dining hall, their footsteps echoing softly down the stone corridor as they made their way to Lucien's private office.

Tristan and Lucien arrived at Lucien's office.

"So, what is it that you want from me, Tristan?" Lucien asked curiously.

"Alright, sir, I'll get straight to the point," Tristan replied firmly. "According to the information I gathered while interrogating those responsible for the Allrose village massacre, they took the Hero to Brighthold City. I don't know their exact intentions, and that's what I plan to uncover. My request is simple: First, I need detailed information about Brighthold city, both its surface and its underworld. If possible, I'd like a detailed map of the city, including its layout and even its sewer system. This way, I can minimize the areas I need to search."

"It seems you've already thought this through," Lucien said with a sigh. "And when we're alone, call me Uncle. It breaks my heart that I couldn't protect my own nephew."

"Understood, Uncle. I've always wanted to call you that," Tristan said with a warm smile.

"Very well. For your first request, I can manage it. As it happens, I know one of the influential figures in Brighthold's underworld. As for your second request, that depends on what information my contact can provide. Hopefully, they have the detailed map you're looking for. I'll write to them right away, but you'll need to wait at least three days for a response. How does that sound?" Lucien asked.

"That's fine, Uncle. In those three days, I'll teach Brother Gideon my sword technique," Tristan replied.

"Are you sure you want to teach him your father's legendary technique?" Lucien asked, clearly surprised.

"Yes. If Brother Gideon has the aptitude to learn it, why not? After all, a sword technique is merely a concept, the skill of the swordsman is what truly matters," Tristan answered confidently.

"You've really grown into a wise young man. I'm truly grateful my sister had a son like you," Lucien said with a proud smile.

"Alright, Uncle. I'll meet Brother Gideon and start teaching him the sword technique during this afternoon's training session," Tristan said.

"Very well, Tristan. If you have no other requests, you may go," Lucien replied.

"Thank you, Uncle," Tristan responded, bowing slightly before leaving Lucien's office.

Lucien let out a deep sigh and muttered to himself, "I have to write an official letter to that scoundrel to ensure he replies to me."

He sat down, penned the letter, sealed it in an envelope, and stamped it with the Roussanne family crest. Then, raising his voice, he called out, "Is anyone out there?"

A servant opened the door and stepped inside. "Is there something I can assist you with, my lord?" the servant asked.

"Please summon Albert to my office," Lucien instructed.

"At once, my lord. I'll fetch him right away," the servant replied before leaving the office.

While waiting for Albert, Lucien's thoughts drifted to Tristan. "What more can I do to help him? Should I involve Duke Crimsenne?" he pondered. "The Duke also despises the Lavindra family. Perhaps I could discuss this with him at his daughter's tenth birthday celebration. At the very least, Tristan needs strong allies to stand against both the Lavindra and Ciyane families."

A knock came at the door. 'Knock knock.'

"It's Albert, my lord," a voice announced.

"Come in," Lucien replied.

Albert entered the room and bowed respectfully. "What are your orders, my lord?"

"Deliver this letter to that scoundrel in Brighthold City," Lucien said firmly, handing over the sealed envelope. "And I want you to deliver it personally so he takes my letter seriously."

"The scoundrel you mean, is it the former S-Class adventurer, Thoran, my lord?" Albert asked with a knowing look.

"Exactly. That battle-crazed maniac," Lucien confirmed.

"Understood, my lord. I, Albert, the Dark Claw of Roussanne, will complete your request perfectly." Albert replied with a confident smile.

Meanwhile, in the halls of the Roussanne mansion, Tristan walked purposefully toward Gideon's room.

"I hope Uncle can arrange my request. Cheryl... please hang in there," he murmured to himself.

***

In a dark laboratory somewhere in Brighthold City...

"Are the preparations complete?" Elza, the dark sorceress, asked as her gaze swept over the glass tubes containing grotesque monsters.

"Not entirely, my lady," replied one of the hooded sorcerers, their face obscured by shadows. "We've been unable to contact the demon responsible for abducting the Roussanne heir."

"Ugh, that wretched demon," Elza muttered irritably. "So much trouble for a mere low-ranked demon."

Just then, someone entered the laboratory and approached her.

"My, my. Elza, the mad scientist of the Lavindra family, seems to be in a foul mood," the newcomer teased.

"Shut up, Deluc. Mind your own business," Elza snapped.

"But this is my business too," Deluc replied with a sly grin, chuckling to himself.

Elza shot him a sharp glare.

"Oh, scary! You're giving me chills," Deluc said mockingly, clearly trying to provoke her.

"If you've got no business here, then get out, or should I attach your head to a pig's body?" Elza retorted, her annoyance growing.

"Wow, terrifying! Haha. I'm here to help, Elza. Looks like that fake demon is causing trouble again, huh?" Deluc asked with a smirk.

"If you already know, don't bother asking," Elza replied curtly.

"Alright, I'll check on that fake demon for you. But I have a request," Deluc said, his tone turning serious.

"What's your request?" Elza asked coldly.

"I want you to wait for my return before starting your experiment on that little hero," Deluc said.

"And why should I grant your request?" Elza asked, her frustration evident.

"Well, if you don't want my help, then never mind. Farewell." Deluc turned to leave, taking slow, deliberate steps.

"Wait," Elza called out, halting him. After a moment, she added, "Why are you so eager to see me experiment on that child?"

"You know me, I crave new power," Deluc said, his voice dripping with madness. "And right before my eyes is the power of a hero. I won't let the chance to claim even the scraps of that power slip by."

"Have you forgotten my purpose for taking that girl?" Elza asked pointedly.

"Of course not. That's exactly why I said scraps of her power," Deluc replied, his grin widening.

"Fine. Do as you like. I'll give you one week. If you don't return by then, I'll start without you. I won't let our plans be delayed any further," Elza said, turning away from him.

"A whole week? I don't really need that long, but sure. I'll take my time and enjoy myself. Farewell," Deluc said as he walked out, his laughter echoing maniacally down the hallway.

"Power-hungry lunatic," Elza muttered, watching his silhouette fade into the darkness.