Chapter 8. How A Good-For-Nothing Becomes Strong (2)
Krasue closed the tome of Extreme Blood Poisoning and stood up.
“Yes, young master.”
“From now on, do not allow anyone to enter the Green Pine Lodge until I have assimilated all the secret arts tomes here.”
That was an order as the current master of the Green Pine Lodge.
Alioth’s eyes widened at such determination from Krasue, and he bowed his head deeply.
“As you commanded, young master.”
Krasue then went to the secret arts tomes on the bookcase and began to study them.
As Alioth stared at Krasue’s back, he became thoughtful.
‘How on earth did Young Master Krasue know about a place like this?’
A secret library, which at first glance contained an incredible variety of secret arts.
A place unknown even to Alioth himself, who had been assigned as butler of the Green Pine Lodge.
It was as if someone had told him. If so, who could that someone be?
There was only one person in Valheim who could have told him about this place in the Green Pine Lodge.
The current Head of the Valheim Family.
‘He still hasn’t given up on Young Master Krasue?’
Alioth believed that the head of the family might actually know about the contract that Krasue had made with a deity and therefore must have told him about the secret of the Green Pine Lodge.
Coming to this conclusion, Alioth struck his chest with his fist.
‘I can’t believe I’ve given up on the young master, when the head of the family hasn’t yet.’
He felt ashamed of himself.
At the same time, feelings similar to those he felt when Krasue was born surfaced.
He was prepared to assist him as his butler for the rest of his life, and raise him to the position of Head of the Valheim Family.
‘Young Master Krasue has turned a blind eye to my mistake.’
As his butler, he should at least repay him for his kindness.
‘Someone who has fallen will be stronger once they manage to get up, how could I have made such a foolish mistake?’
Blinded by his daughter’s terminal illness, Alioth had given up on Krasue. He was disgusted with himself for forgetting whom he served.
After all, he had not fulfilled his responsibility to guide Krasue on the right path.
‘I can’t believe I wanted to betray him even for a moment.’
He decided to flatly refuse the offer of Krasue’s third brother.
‘My lord is Young Master Krasue.’
He carved that fact into his heart once more.
A few days after Krasue entered the secret library, Velokin Valheim, the third direct descendant of the Valheim Family, received an absurd response.
‘How could he reject my offer for such a good-for-nothing?!’
Velokin frowned as he thought of Alioth, who had just bowed his head and left.
He had promised him a carefree life. He also promised to cure his daughter’s terminal illness.
Alioth had asked for time to think it over. However, Alioth now showed a change of heart for some reason.
Alioth had flatly rejected his offer for the good-for-nothing youngest child of the Valheim Family.
‘Damn, isn’t he absolutely sunk already?’
He thought that Alioth had given up on Krasue a long time ago, so he didn’t understand why he wouldn’t accept his offer.
‘That kind of scum shouldn’t be in our family.’
With clenched teeth, Velokin showed his terrible anger.
Next to him was a crumpled newspaper.
What stood out the most in the newspaper was an article about Charlotte, who was known as a ‘unique genius’.
Velokin finally threw the crumpled newspaper into the wastebasket and stood up.
He was deeply repulsed that this woman’s children were in Valheim. One was said to be a unique genius, and the other was said to be a good-for-nothing, the disgrace of the Valheim Family.
They were a bother to him.
“Are you out there?!”
At his shout, a man suddenly entered,
“Yes, Lord Velokin. What can I do for you?”
Dressed in an appropriate butler’s uniform, he was none other than Velokin’s butler.
“Go to the Green Pine Lodge, where Krasue lives. I need to know why his butler suddenly changed his attitude.”
Velokin couldn’t understand it, so he decided to find out directly.
However, after a while he found out a fact that made him even angrier.
By order of Krasue, the master of the Green Pine Lodge, no one was allowed to enter it.
Not even his third brother.
And so, while Velokin’s anger grew day by day, Krasue trained daily in the secret library.
Having finished another day of training, Krasue opened his eyes with a long exhalation in the lotus position.
Then, he felt the comforting aura flowing within him run through his entire body.
It was evident that his aura had increased a lot compared to what it used to be.
‘I’ve finally entered the expert level.’
There were several levels of the aura.
The beginner level was the first step on the aura path. At this level are those who have just awakened their aura.
The next level was the expert. Most aura users are found there and it could be considered as the zone that separates ordinary people from geniuses.
In this world it is said that those who do not make it past the expert level before the age of thirty will stay at the expert level for the rest of their lives.
So much so that the expert level could be seen as the end of the road for the ordinary person.
Krasue had just now managed to break into that level. At the age of thirteen.
If one only looked at his age, he had done so even a little earlier than average.
But his family was none other than Valheim.
Valheim’s direct descendants entered the expert level at around eight years of age.
In the case of Charlotte, who was two years older than Krasue, she had already reached the highest stage of the expert level, and was about to become a master.
Not in vain did she receive the title of ‘Saint of the Sword’ before she was twenty years old.
Even now, she seems impressive to me.
But Charlotte couldn’t do anything in the face of the destruction of the world either.
Compared to her, he was quite inferior.
So would he really be able to save the world?
‘Only time will tell.’
Krasue was not particularly desperate.
He was still a good-for-nothing. That hadn’t changed.
The difference was that now he was confident and his body was healthy.
In his past life he had lived with a curse that made his insides twist every time he used his aura, so he didn’t care if he was expert level or whatever.
Also, all the secret arts tomes here were made by good-for-nothings from Valheim. This made them easy for him to understand and assimilate.
Although he would never have Charlotte’s talent, he could definitely become strong.
For the moment, that was enough.
Just then Alioth’s voice came from outside the secret library.
Krasue put the secret arts tomes back in place and walked out.
“Oh, you entered the expert level. Congratulations.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Krasue responded modestly to Alioth’s praise.
He then directed an expression of, ‘what’s up?’
“His fiancée, young lady Bianca Hardenhartz, has come to the Green Pine Lodge.”
‘Finally she’s here…’
Krasue had been waiting for her.