I Obtained Sword God Level Talent

6 – 006. Knight’s Song (3)

“You seem to have a blessing.”

Lancelot spoke in a heavy tone.

Blessing.

The ‘blessing’ he referred to meant a trait.

Most humans in ＜Silver Ring＞ are born with a trait. Of course, there were rare cases of traits manifesting later in life, or traits being awakened to a higher stage after deep enlightenment.

And.

As mentioned before, Lancelot was a man born with the traits of [Sword King] and [Prodigy]. Of course, he also had traits with negative aspects, like [Longing] and [Insomnia].

‘But you don’t call debuff traits ‘blessings’.’

Taking that into account, the traits Lancelot possessed were extremely straightforward.

High-quality traits with mild debuff traits. As a result, in the future, with talent and effort, he would obtain the highest honor a knight could achieve, the title of Sword Master.

“That’s right.”

I stared straight at Lancelot and answered curtly.

Everyone who’s made a name for themselves here is born with a blessing. There was no need to hide it.

“I thought so. I had some idea when you single-handedly wiped out the orc village.”

Lancelot said with an utterly serious expression.

“Frey of the Oak Mercenaries. You awakened your blessing… after being captured by the orcs, is that right?”

“Yeah. I passed out, woke up, and could tell something was different.”

“Hmm.”

“Why’s that? Is there a problem?”

“No. Just curious, that’s all.”

How bland.

Lancelot answered like that and went back to eating his potatoes.

I, having already finished my meal, watched him eat with fresh eyes. True to his stuffy nature, even the way he ate felt somehow…constrained.

“I have two Blessings. I don’t know what Blessing you’ve manifested, but I at least seem to have ‘Swordsmanship’ and ‘Information’. I’m pretty sure of those two.”

Lancelot said, chewing and swallowing potatoes with a crunch.

“And, my last name is Allmans. A b*stard from the famous Count Allmans’ family. That’s me. Armand was… the last name of my mother, who I was separated from as a child. I’ve forgotten it now.”

He mumbled on in a fleeting tone.

‘…Never thought I’d learn my birth secret here.’

Swordmaster Lancelot was a guy who lived the life of ‘eat-sleep-train’, like a textbook knight. His character traits also felt like a symbol of chivalry.

I never imagined he’d have a secret birth like this hidden away. At least I know that in the future, Lancelot will be using the name ‘Armand’ instead of ‘Allmans,’ the name of his count family.

“…That’s why, there’s something I want your help with.”

“Help?”

Why is the conversation suddenly veering that way?

Since Lancelot is the squad leader of the Knights, it’s clear he’s on the verge of entering the ＜Silver Ring＞’s main stream. Which means he’s about to get a lot of pushes from the higher-ups. What would he need to ask a memory-loss suffering mercenary like me?

“……”

Lancelot stared at me with a blank expression.

I could tell that the meaning within was, ‘So, will you help or not?’

“Let me hear it first. I don’t want to follow a ridiculous request.”

“I suppose. You have no obligation to help me.”

Even at the words of me testing him, Lancelot nodded in agreement. Then, as if reminiscing about the distant past, he lifted his gaze toward the night sky…no, the tent’s ceiling, and spoke.

“Judging by things, Frey, it seems like one of the Blessings you have is the power to see through ‘Truth.’ Therefore, I want to get information from you.”

“Information? What information do you want?”

“When I was a child, I lived in this region, where the Knights are currently stationed. So, that’s why…”

Lancelot trailed off, stabbing the potato with his fork for no particular reason.

Is it something hard to say? I patiently waited for him to open his mouth.

“With your help, I want to find… my mother… who I was separated from as a child.”

Was it something that wouldn’t easily come out? Lancelot spoke as if he was squeezing the words out with great effort.

‘…He wants to find his mother?’

The power to see through the truth is bullshit. None of my abilities have anything to do with ‘information.’ Or rather, to be more accurate, none of ＜Silvering＞’s traits do.

But.

For some reason, I felt like I could grant Lancelot’s request. The reason is simple. A place in the open-world of ＜Silvering＞, a spot located in the northern part of the empire, came to mind.

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[Hidden Street – Tomb of the Coastal Cliff]

A tomb built atop a cliff where pure white waves crash. The buried person is unknown, but a rusted sword is stuck in the ground before the tomb.

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The word “no way” swirled in my mouth and then vanished.

It was a place I was quite fond of.

…Not that I liked the atmosphere or the background music particularly. It’s because I could sell the sword stuck in front of the tomb to a merchant for a hefty sum.

“So, Lancelot. This region, the village you grew up in, where exactly is it?”

“It’s not a village. The fortress city of Loven. That’s where I lived before I was adopted into the Almangs family.”

“……”

The circumstances suggested it was highly probable. No, it was definite. The tomb on the coastal cliff. And the sword stuck in front of it.

‘……That was his?’

The Hidden Street – Tomb of the Coastal Cliff was located near the fortress city of Loven, just like Lancelot said. It’d probably take about thirty minutes on foot from Loven to reach the tomb built on that sheer cliff.

‘Maybe… he’s not a corpse just yet.’

I don’t know when the tomb was created. If Lancelot’s mother is still alive, I could find her in Loven.

“Almangs and Armang, huh. You seem to have a pretty deep story.”

“Could be, could be not. My father was the previous head of the Almangs family. He’s already dead though.”

“So, the current head adopted you then?”

Lancelot gave a bitter laugh and nodded.

“The current head, who came before me as a child, demanded me for the ‘blessing’ I had manifested. Thankfully, he promised my mother a huge sum of compensation. My mother, a simple blacksmith’s daughter, chose separation for my future.”

*Creak!*

Lancelot sank deeper into the backrest of his chair. And, with a complex expression on his face, he continued to speak.

“Considering the amount the count offered… my mother must be living a prosperous life. Wanting to meet my estranged mother is purely out of my own selfish desire.”

Lancelot’s face was filled with a piercing longing as he said that. A son separated from his mother. Even a stoic guy like him had untold sorrow.

“I’ll ask you. Frey, will you grant my request?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I was worried… what, what the hell?!”

*Thud!*

Whether it was from shock at my answer. Lancelot kicked his chair and stood up abruptly. The chair tumbled to the floor because of it.

“Why so surprised? You saved my life, so I can grant you a request like this.”

“I, is that so? Thanks. I never expected you’d agree before I even mentioned compensation.”

Wait, hold on. Compensation?

“Compensation? You’d better give it to me. A hefty one.”

I replied in a voice oozing cool. Truth be told, I hadn’t agreed to his request for the compensation. Still, if I could get it, I was planning to get the most valuable thing I could.

“Understood! I’ll go see the Deputy Commander. He’s always liked me, so we can leave by tomorrow morning.”

Lancelot, shouting loudly, seemed to be in a good mood.

More importantly, he can leave right away tomorrow morning? I haven’t even spent a day at the knight order’s encampment yet?

…That didn’t reach Lancelot. Seeing his excited look, I didn’t want to bother with pointing it out.

“Ah! I’ll tidy up the mess kit on my way. It might take a while, so you can go to sleep first. You can use the bed.”

After leaving those words behind, Lancelot hurried outside. Left alone, I could only let out a dumbfounded laugh.

“Hah! Seeing him like this, he’s just like a kid.”

Who would look at him and think he was a Sword Master, a great knight of the Empire, the man who would be one of the 12 Swords?

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And so time passed. Before I knew it, the sun had completely set, and even though the encampment was filled with the sound of snoring, Lancelot still hadn’t returned.

“Is he out having a drink or something?”

I let out a long yawn, spending a frustrating time inside the tent.

Looking outside wasn’t a good idea. I briefly glanced outside the tent, and saw a few knights glaring at this tent, their eyes like jackals stalking mice.

…They’re obviously about to ask for a sparring match.

I couldn’t stand that kind of bothersome thing. My duel with Gler was only because the guy had been so high and mighty. I didn’t have any intention of fighting when it didn’t give me any benefit.

“…Hmm?”

As I paced slowly around inside the tent, a book caught my eye.

It was the book that Lancelot was reading, sitting on his chair, when I regained consciousness. Looking at the cover, it didn’t seem to be some rare item like a secret scroll or martial arts manual. I became curious and picked up the book.

The book’s title was [The Knight’s Song].

*Flip!*

I skimmed through the pages at a rapid pace.

But then.

“……What is this?”

Something strange caught my eye.