The Regret Novel Female Lead with Unbreakable Mentality Chapter 47

Vientin Kalinos. He was the man who made him feel profoundly defeated. As a teenager dreaming of becoming a swordmaster, Marquis Berto was perpetually in second place during his academy days. All because of Duke Kalinos, that insurmountable mountain!

 

“I challenge you to a duel!”

 

Of course, that ambitious challenge ended in vain. Vientin Kalinos, with his characteristic indifferent expression, looked at him and said,

 

“First of all, your sword angle is too low. It’s almost pitiful.”

 

“…”

 

“It seems you didn’t learn properly from the beginning. The sword you wield is special. Didn’t anyone tell you that it’s best to maintain a 90-degree angle with it? You should relearn the basics properly. Should I introduce you to someone? I know a great teacher—”

 

“T-To humiliate the defeated! Sob…”

 

The memory of that day, when he cried miserably, was one of the reasons he never let go of his sword.

 

“Why the Kalinos family?”

 

“T-The Kalinos family has developed a new magic artifact, and it’s identical to ours.”

 

“Surely, you’re talking about the recording artifact?”

 

“Yes. T-That’s right. But it’s unfair. We put in our own research and developed the artifact, but it’s clear the Kalinos family stole it—”

 

“Making excuses after being outdone by the Kalinos family is as pitiful as a defeated dog.”

 

Count Ronus hiccuped in shock at the harsh rebuke.

 

Marquis Berto roughly loosened his tie and muttered, “This is tiresome. Just leave.”

 

“P-Pardon?”

 

“Not the recording artifact, but I need time to think about a new business item for my comeback.”

 

“As expected, Marquis Berto!”

 

Count Ronus was groveling desperately, and Marquis Berto looked at him with discomfort before dismissing him.

 

Immediately afterward, Marquis Berto headed to a small laboratory within the family estate.

 

“Have the potions been made?”

 

A researcher bowed their head with a troubled expression. Though numerous potion bottles were lined up behind them, none could satisfy Marquis Berto.

 

“It’s laughable. So many potions, yet not a single one can heal me…”

 

Still, this would serve as the key to making him rich.

 

He gestured lightly to the aide standing nearby. “Make sure these potions are ready for sale by the end of the month. Add some spices too.”

 

“But the clinical results aren’t fully confirmed yet…”

 

“Just do it. People won’t know anyway. The sooner, the better.”

 

Since the recording artifact had drained his funds, he had to sell the potions at least. That was the only way to announce his grand return.

 

“Understood. Shall we go straight to the training grounds?”

 

“…No.”

 

He suffered from an incurable disease that caused headaches whenever he used a sword. Because of this damn incurable disease that twists the mana within my body, I couldn’t become a magic swordsman. Every time I wield a sword, the mana twists, giving me headaches and leaving my insides knotted.

 

No potion had ever worked, and the only cure was contact with Giselle. But perhaps because he had gone so long honing his sword without meeting Giselle, the pain had only gotten worse.

 

Should I go see Giselle?

 

His forehead throbbed with pain, and his hands were already starting to tremble. Still, the thought of having to beg Giselle to heal him wounded his pride deeply.

 

“I’ll send a letter to the Florette family. Tell them I want to meet that foolish girl, Giselle.”

 

“Yes, understood! But won’t that cause any problems?”

 

“What kind of problems?”

 

“Well… what if the letter gets out?”

 

Marquis Berto let out a mocking laugh. “That foolish girl doesn’t have the guts for that.”

 

Besides, Giselle loves him. Whether it’s a fondness for humanity, a sense of courtesy, or genuine love.

 

“Find out exactly how miserably she’s living these days.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“If necessary, I might throw her one of our rejected potions.” He whispered with a sneer, brushing his hair back. “To tame a poor, foolish dog, you need to use a stick and throw it a bone when needed.”

 

* * *

Luxurious desserts, sweet dishes, and the music of a grand orchestra. As I indulged in the extravagance with a slightly energized Neslan, I paused while raising my rum. Suddenly, it became difficult to control my anger.

 

That b*stard sent a letter to the House of Florette.

 

[I’ve returned. My head hurts, so come heal me right away. I’ll hold your hand, so come to me. Make sure no one sees you, and come quietly like the morning dew. We’ll see each other at the Feast of Saint Gladius, but let’s pretend we don’t know each other. As you well know, it’s embarrassing to be associated with you, isn’t it?]

 

He even sent a potion with his family’s crest engraved on it. It had a refreshing mint scent, but that was all. Just like honey water with a hint of mint? Did he really think I’d be thrilled over a mere potion like this?

 

Is he truly insane?

 

I was tempted to tear that wretched letter to shreds, but for the sake of revealing it to the world in the future, I tucked it away. Still, the more I thought about it, the more infuriated I became.

 

I was dreaming of quickly becoming an archmage and grinding regretful-male lead 1 and 2 to dust, but he’s already back.

 

Maybe it was just my mood, but the air felt like it was filled with fine dust. It was as if it were ordinary Korean air.

 

“I should really take those b*stards out thoroughly…”

 

“Cough!”

 

Someone beside me coughed for a moment, but I ignored it.

 

Recently, I’ve been consuming potions that Hennessy had smuggled out, steadily accumulating mana in my mana heart, but it was still seriously lacking.

 

The problem is, I don’t know how to create a mana circle. My mana heart is larger than others, but to become an archmage, I need to create at least 10 auxiliary mana circles. Moreover, I couldn’t precisely understand how to use magic.

 

I guess it’s about time to find a decent teacher. Most mages are affiliated with academies or the Magic Tower, and finding a good teacher outside of them is like plucking stars from the sky. Of course, I have a truly incredible magic teacher right next to me. A direct descendant of a renowned mage family.

 

Honestly, if I asked him to teach me magic, he’d probably do it without hesitation…

 

I’ve always thought I possess not only potential in magic but also mysterious abilities, like healing Marquis Berto in various ways. If someone as skilled as Neslan were to teach me one-on-one, I might uncover the secrets of my abilities.

 

…However, revealing exactly what powers I have could be problematic.

 

This world has always backstabbed me. No matter how kind Neslan was, I couldn’t fully trust anyone.

 

… I’m grateful, but I can’t fully trust anyone. I’d rather just secretly get my hands on a magic textbook and train on my own.

 

I glanced at my father-in-law, Neslan Kalinos, who was sweating profusely as he crafted a magic textbook beside me.

 

Wow, damn. He’s writing something like a legendary martial arts manual passed down through generations. I really want it.

 

Yesterday, after secretly reading the textbook, I glanced at one of the magic formulas he had organized and tried to memorize it. It was a fire spell…

 

“Fi-Fire! There’s a fire in the annex!”

 

“Oh no, Giselle was se~cretly cooking and made a mistake~!”

 

Fortunately, thanks to my previous antics, I managed to get away with it, but at least I confirmed its power.

 

“…How are you feeling? I heard many healers visited yesterday.”

 

“Ah, thankfully, the bleeding has stopped. But no one seems to know the root cause.”

 

“…”

 

“I fear I might have to leave without completing this textbook. I’ve only managed to finish the beginning.”

 

I murmured with a voice more desperate than anyone else’s. “I’m sure we’ll find a good doctor.”

 

Watching his eyes tremble, I fell deep into thought. Right, come to think of it, there was a renowned doctor in the original story. In the distant future, he was the one who would transform Marquis Berto’s trash-like potion into something revolutionary.

 

He was known as a doctor and pharmacist, widely recognized as the ‘eccentric billionaire doctor.’ If we could find this legendary doctor who was said to bring the dead back to life, who knows? Perhaps my father-in-law could be saved!