Lazy Prince Becomes a Genius Chapter 38

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The Pareira estate is a small but wealthy one.

Due to the close proximity to two kingdoms it had a high volume of trade and the situation improved after Baron Harun Pareira took up the role of Lord and brought in Guilds.

In addition thanks to the daughter who is a promising sorcerer named Kirill Pareira the status of their family was much higher than before.

That made the surrounding estates jealous.

‘I’m sure that Viscount Gairn…’

Marcus’s expression hardened.

Even though the five estates around them kept checking on them the Gairn’s were particularly severe.

For them who served as the head of the southernmost region of the Hale Kingdom the Pareira family wasn’t welcomed.

And now.

The most vulnerable prey of the Pareira family was in the wagon alone.

‘I wish we would just pass by them…’

Of course that wouldn’t be possible. Whatever the circumstances the six southern estates of the Hale Kingdom have a friendly relationship.

And when two families of close distance meet just passing by them wouldn’t be polite.

Unsurprisingly the wagon on the other side slowed down and approached. The wagon of the Pareira family too slowed down.

A strange tension rose between the two wagons which stopped at a safe distance.

Moments later two figures appeared from Gairn Viscount’s wagon.

‘Shit!’

Aaron Gairn!

The servant gulped.

Aaron was the second son of Viscount Gairn who was a year younger than Irene.

However in terms of personality he was far worse than adults.

In fact whenever he visited the Pareira estate he would constantly ignore Irene.

And when the Lord got angry at Aaron for crossing the line the young one would often run away like a loach saying that he acted like that because he was still young and didn’t know better.

In other words he was the worst person Irene had to face.

“… young lord did you hear?”

“Yes.”

“It’s the Gairn family. Young lord Aaron Gairn and… Sir Jack Stewart got off the wagon.”

“…”

“Will you stay inside the wagon?”

Marcus asked.

It would be rude to not show his face but he could make up an excuse that Irene was ill and couldn’t greet them.

Rather for Marcus it was more important that his young lord doesn’t get offended.

As he was thinking Irene shook his head.

“It’s fine. It wouldn’t be polite.”

“… yes.”

‘He’s definitely changed.’

He was still expressionless and said little.

But it was different from before. It couldn’t be explained in detail but… but he felt stronger.

Marcus clenched his fists. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he opened the wagon door.

He looked after the young lord who followed him.

Soon after he met Aaron Gairn the second son of the viscount and greeted him.

“I greet young lord Aarin Gairn and Sir Jack Stewart.”

“Uh… yes.”

Aaron Gairn replied with a slightly startled expression.

Even Jack Stewart and the other men behind him had the same face.

It was because the physique of Irene who was too lean before was larger.

Aaron Gairn thought.

‘Tall… did he grow taller? No I think that his body has improved.’

It was a sloppy body no more.

However this made Aaron feel even worse. The muscles he could see over the clothes made him ever flustered.

It has been only a year since he went to swordsmanship school and he changed like this?

Of course there was nothing more shocking than that.

He was just a little perplexed. Wasn’t it natural to be shocked seeing a guy who was supposed to be a weakling for the rest of his life improve?

He quickly changed his expression and asked with a smile.

“Are you coming from the Krono Swordsmanship School?”

“Yes that is right. For some reason I see that the Gairn family is coming from our estate…”

“Ahh I was out running an errand for my father. But it has been a while. Nice to meet you Irene?”

“Yes.”

“Woah it looks like Krono is good at teaching. Irene changed so much that I don’t even…”

Aaron was a year younger but he didn’t use honorific terms. It wasn’t strange.

It was because of the difference between a Baron’s son and a Viscount’s son and there were many cases where they were called friends with just a year difference between them.

Of course the two weren’t close at all. Aaron’s tone was rather ignorant and bewildering for others.

It still is.

“Well are you going to continue practicing swordsmanship in the future?”

“… probably.”

“Probably? Well it must be a little odd to learn from other places. And you even started so late.”

‘That damned boy!’

Marcus was furious.

He felt agitated about how ignorantly he was speaking with his young lord and the fact that he thinks that Irene failed Krono.

It’s been a long time since even the servants forgot that Irene couldn’t get along with others.

However Aaron Gairn didn’t even think before speaking.

The way he talked his expression from head to toe everything!

Maybe everyone in the Pareira family had the same agitation towards Aaron.

However Irene wasn’t agitated.

“Maybe true.”

“Uh?”

“Is there anything else you need to say?”

“Uh…”

“If there is nothing else I’m going to move. It has been a long journey. I want to get some rest.”

Jack Stewart who was standing behind Aaron was once again shocked to see Irene speak so calmly. So was Aaron.

However his emotions were more of annoyance than surprise.

‘How dare he!’

The one across from him had changed.

It was a short interaction but he knew it.

Irene wasn’t the same as before.

The former Irene couldn’t even make eye contact with him and he would never answer so straightforwardly.

He would always make excuses to get away from Aaron.

Perhaps that was the only effort that Irene made in his former life.

But

‘Why.’

Why wasn’t he the same now?

Why was he standing in front of Aaron and saying everything he wanted to?

Where was the deadbeat noble? With just a little struggle didn’t he get kicked out of the swordsmanship school after a year and was returning to his family?

The moment that thought passed his mind Aaron Gairn vowed to not let him go.

“Hold on.”

“…?”

“Ah it’s nothing. Let’s shake hands before we go.”

“Now?”

‘This!’

His expression almost distorted at Irene’s question but Aaron forced a smile. And continued talking.

“Did you know? Did you know that swordsmen can tell each other’s skills just by holding hands?”

“This is my first time hearing this.”

“Oh my you don’t have enough information because you have been inside the estate for too long. Sir Louis Sogard a famous swordsman said that. In fact there is nothing more important than grip strength in swordsmanship so this is obvious. Isn’t that right Sir Jack?”

“That is right.”

“Look. Even the best knight in our family says so.”

“…”

“As a senior who learned swordsmanship for six more years than you I’ll take a look at how much your skills have improved.”

Aaron Gairn stretched out his right hand as soon as he finished speaking.

Marcus’s expression twitched as he watched it. Jack Stewart watched the situation with a little bit of curiosity.

And Irene Pareira.

“…”

After a while of thinking without saying another word he took the other person’s hand.

Aaron who saw it was filled with joy and immediately gave strength to his hand.

‘Ah! If I use too much strength he will remove his hand right away. Should I do it slowly… uh?’

Something was strange?

It was the expression on Aaron’s face. He looked at Irene with eyes that said that ‘it can’t be’.

The moment their hands met he knew that it wasn’t going to be easy.

A sturdy hand that didn’t even twitch.

The second son of Viscount Gairn felt anxious and put in a bit more strength.

At that Irene just watched silently.

‘What do I do?’

As said before Irene wasn’t stupid. He knew how to clearly distinguish between ridicule disregard and coldness from people.

It wasn’t because it didn’t hurt but it was because it didn’t even matter.

Even before scabs formed on his hands the gazes of those around him were a bigger wound to Irene and those wounds never healed.

He hid himself in sleep and the dark so the wounds wouldn’t get infected.

A life of running away.

‘Do I still need to run away?’

No. It wasn’t like that.

If it was his former self Irene would have surely run away. For him there were a few opponents who were fearful terrifying and tenacious like Aaron.

For Irene the opponent in front of him was like a natural enemy.

But not anymore.

Having received advice from Ilya Lindsay Bratt Lloyd Judith and many other trainees he didn’t feel any fear towards Aaron.

‘Then should I fight?’

He didn’t know the answer.

After the final interview with the school master the boy began to differentiate between his own power and the power of the man in his dreams.

The more he pondered the clearer the answer was.

That his current growth wasn’t because of his own abilities but only because of the dreams. And that Irene was just sitting silently.

The boy didn’t have the confidence to corner an opponent. He didn’t change that much.

“Eiikk…”

The handshake continued as Irene kept thinking. Irene didn’t even realize that Aaron was struggling.

Aaron wanted to see a wrinkled expression on Irene’s face. To at least hear him groan in pain.

However Irene was at peace.

It wasn’t just his body he continued contemplating and contemplated some more. There were just too many thoughts that were unresolved for Irene.

But Irene decided on how to deal with the current situation.

‘At least…’

His gaze looked at the opponent’s hand.

‘There is no need to be arrogant right?’

He looked into Aaron’s eyes.

Pressure which neither hides nor escapes.

It came out involuntarily. Of course there was a difference between Irene and what Ahmed or Ilya Lindsay had shown.

However this was enough.

Aaron Gairn jumped back in surprise.

“… ugh!”

His face soon turned red.

It was because his pride was hurt and he felt ashamed.

‘Did I withdraw my hand first?’

He didn’t want to admit it.

However he couldn’t fool himself. He knew that very well.

Before that he couldn’t overpower the opponent with his own strength.

He was curious.

How did it happen? How did the deadbeat noble who was nothing more than human garbage create such pressure?

Was a year enough for such a lowly person to change? Or was he overthinking it?

However there was something else he was feeling.

‘I want to run away.’

Fear.

He was now feeling the same emotions that Irene felt a year ago.

‘But…’

He couldn’t do that.

If he stepped back like this he couldn’t save his face.

He couldn’t go back to the wagon because he was worried about what Irene would say when he returned to the Pareira mansion and what the servants behind Aaron would say behind his back.

Even the black cat which was watching them from the grass in the fields was annoying.

Anxiety spread over him that even animals would make fun of him.

At that moment Jack Stewart who had been silent until then opened his mouth.

“Young lord?”

“Uh huh?”

“Young lord Irene Pareira said that he wanted to relieve his body by getting home. It wouldn’t be polite to hold him here.”

“Ah Is-is that so?”

“It is. Wouldn’t it be?”

The knight looked at Irene and the boy nodded. Then Jack bowed.

“Then we will start moving too.”

“… ah right. Ah! Irene it seems like you turned out to be quite good. Of course we’ll need a real match to find out!”

“…”

“Then I’ll be leaving!”

Watching the two of them say their goodbyes Irene didn’t even respond to them. The servants and soldiers who pulled the wagon were all polite and bowed.

However Marcus seemed pissed.

‘That lowly bastard!’

The results weren’t bad and it was clear what that kid’s intention was right from the beginning.

That guy was anxious to disgrace his young lord and Jack Stewart who clearly knew the kid’s intention didn’t even stop his own young lord they are all the same lowly kind.

Of course he couldn’t speak out. Because he didn’t have a title nor was he in a situation to speak out.

In the end all he could do was sigh.

It was time for them to return to their wagon.

“He’s good at escaping because he’s scared.”

“…?”

A sudden provocative remark.

Aaron Gairn who was returning to his wagon turned and looked wide-eyed when someone said that about him.

“How dare you!”

He couldn’t remember any feelings of anxiety or fear he felt a moment back. Everything he felt was replaced by rage.

How dare someone say such a thing about him the son of the Gairn family?

What kind of messed-up person would say that!

The answer came out right away.

“It’s me. What will you do?”

“Uh?”

People’s attention that was on Aaron who wasn’t that tall was redirected to a voice that came from a lower position.

A black cat.

A small cute creature that looked like a wild animal standing on two legs added more words.

“What are you staring at?”

A talking cat.

A word popped into the minds of everyone who encountered the impossible.

‘Sorcerer!’

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Lazy Prince Becomes a Genius

Lazy Prince Becomes a Genius

Reformation of the Deadbeat Noble, The Lazy Lord Masters The Sword, The Lazy Prince Becomes A Genius
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2020 Native Language: Korean
Airen Parreira is a boy who sleeps to run away from reality. People mocked him, calling him a ‘deadbeat’, but he had no wish to change. Until one day, he dreamt of a swordsman… It was a dream about a talentless man who had been training by swinging his sword for decades.

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