[Devil Killer. All-master.
These are just a few of the titles given to the great Vermouth, but the most known title is this:
The Great Vermouth went on an adventure with his colleagues 300 years ago.]
‘This has been an old story told since I was still alive together with the other four warriors.‘
[The Great Vermouth.
The Wise Senya
The Faithful Anise
The Brave Moron
The Fool Hamel]
‘Why am I the only one entitled a fool when others are great, wise, faithful, and brave?’
Every time the nanny read him a fairy tale book, the flame burned in Eugene Lionhart’s heart. ‘If only I could have said the right thing! If only I had moved my body properly!’
‘Moron, you’ve been wrapped up as brave. Why am I stupid? Didn’t we actually exchange the title?’
No matter how hard he thought about it, Eugene didn’t understand the title of his comrade being “The Brave Moron.”
‘What a nerve. He should have been moron like a fool.’
[The stupid Hamel always envied Vermouth. Hamel always said that Vermouth was his bigger rival, yet no one thought so.]
“The one who wrote this must have been beaten by me 300 years ago.” Eugene gritted his teeth.
In reality, he didn’t understand that these fairy tales were written as something easy to read, funny, and contained lessons because the main readers are usually children.
[Hamel always took the lead against Vermouth. That also happened on the forked road to the Mausoleum. Vermouth told them to go to the right, but Hamel insisted that they go to the left.]
“This is crazy.”
[Eventually, Vermouth listened to Hamel. Yet, there was a devil’s trap lurking……The stupid Hamel shouted, “The devil had set a trap because he feared me.” What a Silly Hamel!]
Ten-year-old Eugene clenched his fist. This is a fairy tale book that he had already read hundreds of times, but his anger would always arise in this part.
[Hamel was a troublemaker. He had a fiery temper, so he often fought with his colleagues.]
[After many adventures, Vermouth and his colleagues entered the castle. The stupid Hamel did not listen to Vermouth even on the way to Devil’s lair. Hamel, who always took the lead, could not escape the trap, which forced Vermouth and his colleagues to go through many crises.]
“You know nothing about this, sir.” Eugene gritted his teeth and complained in his heart about the hellish devil of a castle. ‘The traps there could not be avoided even if we wanted to. We had to push forward even though we knew there was a trap ahead.’
[……Hamel fought with his colleagues every time. He was the fool Hamel, the wild Hamel. Even so, Hamel loved his colleagues. Hamel, covered with several wounds, still sacrificed himself for his colleagues, and had never actually thought about running away.]
[In his final moment, Hamel regretted that he was not honest in front of his beloved colleagues and said at the end: “Senya, I like you.”]
“I didn’t actually like her.”
[Anise, please pray for me.]
“I didn’t say that.”
[“Moron, You’re the bravest warrior ever.”]
“He’s actually an idiot.”
[“Vermouth, Make sure you defeat the Devil.” Listening to his final words, Vermouth swore to Hamel’s tears. “I’ll defeat the devil for sure.” After that, Hamel closed his eyes comfortably after listening to his words…]
There was nothing to read beyond this. Eugene closed the book with a crumpled expression.
‘I was sacrificed in a fairy tale for the sake of the future generation.’
Dear children, the stupid Hamel also had a righteous heart in his heart. He sacrificed himself for his colleagues, and he already regretted his dishonest past…….
“Oh, shit, Who sold my name for this cheap fairytale?”
Even after reading it several times, he was still angry. Eugene threw the children’s books and vented his resentment. He felt like he wanted to find the guy who wrote the fairy tale book and beat him until he shed blood, but the author of this fairy tale book dated back three hundred years ago, and he was also anonymous.
“Vermouth, Senya, Anise, and that Moron. Those four bastards were shown as the greatest, but why did they make me look like a side character in the fairytale? Damn it. I cried that way whenever I was lying…! Didn’t I also think of protecting my colleagues’ honor?”
After pouring out his resentment, Eugene calmed his breathing. He couldn’t have thought that he would actually remember his past and reincarnate when he died as Hamel.
Eugene recalled the past when he was crying in the cradle. He felt that his childhood was as terrible as facing the Devil. His mind has intellect, but his body didn’t move properly, and he also couldn’t speak well. What he felt back then was terrible, and he felt bored most of the day. The only thing he could do back then was to chew on a black nipple and look at the toys.
For a 10-year-old child, there was a reason why his eyes have grown dirty. He had been killing time with his eyes open since he was young. Eugene sighed and touched his eyebrows.
‘….. Reincarnation is a good thing, but why was I reborn as a descendant of Vermouth?’
Lionhart is Vermouth’s last name.
“There are a lot of other places to reincarnate with, so why be the descendant of Vermouth?”
Someone might be behind this happening. Eugene, who had memories of his past life, could not do anything about it even if he wanted to.
He wanted to surpass Vermouth in his previous life, although he didn’t sound like a rival in the fairy tale book, it was true that he was conscious about himself throughout his journey with Vermouth.
He couldn’t let go of the strong desire to surpass his rival, but no matter how hard he tried to improve himself, the distance between him and Vermouth didn’t narrow down at all.
The Great Vermouth.
Eugene looked up. A large portrait was hanging on the wall. The Vermouth in it was the same as the one from the memory of his previous life.
The Stupid Hamel.
He took out a mirror and looked at his face. His ten-year-old child face didn’t resemble Vermouth at all. However, his family name was Lionhart, a descendant of the very Great Vermouth.
At first, he thought this was just a long dream after death. But, as he became aware of the reality after many years, the fool Hamel was reborn as a descendant of the great Vermouth. In his previous lifetime, Vermouth had several wives, and in addition, he also had many other mistresses.
“His body didn’t look like from what I last remember. Did he gain more muscle as he got older?”
Vermouth, as Eugene remembered, was not a muscled man like in the picture but just a skinny guy.
‘I can’t believe that Vermouth had many descendants from ten concubines. I am also a human being, so I quite understand that, but still… 10.’
Only the descendants of the official wife are recognized as the direct descendants. Eugene may have Lionhart as a family name, but his family is just a branch.
Although they were not living poorly like the other family, their house still cannot compare to the capital’s main family house. Even so, the mansion where Eugene lives was luxurious enough to be considered as a bigshot in this rural village. This means that even if they weren’t from the main family, they were still treated with at least some respect.
The most extravagant part in the mansion is where the great Vermouth, the master of all, is being shown off, proving the legitimacy of their ancestry.
“The descendants who inherited the blood of the great master should not neglect training.”
‘I’ve heard that since I was a child.’
Jehard Lionhart, seeing his 10-year-old son possessing eyes showing obsessiveness into training, made him feel guilty.
He also did not neglect training at an early age, but his past was marked by guilt over the pressure of being at the same blood of the Great Vermouth.
Their ancestor was the great Vermouth, but Jehard had little talent for fighting.
“……you broke it.”
Every time he see his son, he feel a lot of complications. Hearing unkind words and deeds, his fierce eyes are now without innocence.
Eugene had lost his mother since he was young, and he had never cried in search of his dead mother.
That’s not all. His son’s talent is…It is unbelievably great because of the bloodline he possessed.
“He is a Genius.”
It was embarrassing that his own son had more talent than him, but Jehard sometimes feared something might happen to his ten years old. He is just a young child who has not yet started manipulating mana, but he could already swing his wooden sword very well.
“I’ve been doing it many times, and now the sword is ruined.”
Eugene put down the wooden sword and smacked his lips together. A wooden sword with an iron core is just too heavy to handle with a child’s muscular strength. Nevertheless, Eugene insisted on such a wooden sword since he was seven years old.
At first, his father thought it was just a childlike stubbornness. It was cute to see him whining and wanting to wield a wooden sword.
That was already three years ago. Now, Eugene is free to handle that heavy wooden sword, and it didn’t even last until the sandbag broke.
Jehard swallowed his saliva and looked at the floor. Eugene completely smashed the scarecrow with his broken wooden sword.
‘How long has it been since Eugene changed this to a new one? Was it three days?’
It’s not surprising. Since the beginning of the war, all the scarecrows in the smokestack were destroyed and replaced.
“The village blacksmith’s work is a piece of shit, of course.”
Eugene spouted. This was vulgar to say from a child, but Jehard didn’t bother himself to call him out. This was his nature.
He tried to correct him from an early age, but his son’s nature could not change.
“I can’t believe we’re paying to such cheap thing. We have to do purge this trash of work, but father; why are you going easy to this people.”
“Well… uh…I will especially give my attention to them. Next time, they will be a little more robust…….”
“I am not talking about the scarecrow. Just add more iron to the wooden sword to strengthen it. I need a sword that doesn’t break just after a few swings.”
Jehard stared at his son, unable to utter anything.
A body that is incredibly disciplined for a ten-year-old child. To be honest, he started thinking that he will lose against his son…….
‘Compared to me, someone born with no talent…….’
Jehard could not feel pure joy at his son’s talent. Was it because he felt like his son was becoming a monster? That’s not the reason.
Among the many feelings that Jehard felt for his son, there was also a sense of pride. Unlike himself, the father, Eugene, is born with a brilliant talent.
However, as he felt proud, there was also a guilty feeling. This was inevitable because, as a father, he wasn’t talented. The other Lionheart family isn’t like them.
Their branch family has pushed out from their original home hundreds of years ago, and now they are ignored by the other relatives.
Does his son know the truth about their family situation? It is better than his son wouldn’t know about it. It was too difficult for a child to understand.
“Can’t I just use a real sword?”
Jehard shook his head with a wry look.
“Because I am still a child?”