Reborn as the Head of the Stolen Magic Family

Ch. 6



Chapter 6

It wasn’t uncommon in the past for families to send their people as servants to other houses.

The third candidate, the girl, was likely a low-ranking servant from another family.

‘Trying to uncover Kirhausen’s weaknesses to gain some leverage, huh?’

But to think they’d send a spy not as a servant but as a tail for the heir.

‘Is that foolish or bold?’

I shook my head, thinking whichever family it was must have been desperate.

“I… I… that’s not… I mean…”

The girl, trembling lips moving, tried desperately to salvage the situation.

But the mouth that had fluently spouted rehearsed lines was long broken.

As she struggled to offer some excuse…

Ku-gu-gu-gung-

A grand, low rumble echoed.

The vast main hall began to vibrate faintly.

“…!”

I widened my eyes at the sudden intensification of Furas' aura.

Furas, still expressionless, not even blinking.

But his oppressive aura seemed ready to crush the opponent before him.

Finally…

“Ah… aah, aaaaah…!”

Thud.

Overwhelmed by fear, the girl collapsed to the floor.

Her trembling legs could no longer hold her.

Yet, even seeing the quivering girl on the ground, Furas' expression didn’t change.

He only broke his sustained silence.

“Ronan.”

“Yes.”

“Send a letter to the head of House Dickens. Tell them we received Marcel’s enrollment gift.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Oh, and at the end of the letter, be sure to add, ‘Kirhausen will always ensure Alexein has a smooth academy life.’”

“Yes, understood.”

With Ronan’s crisp response, the oppressive aura in the hall eased slightly. Fortunately, Furas' anger didn’t escalate further.

But in the now-calmed main hall, I alone was gripped by shock.

‘…Dickens?’

I could hardly believe my ears, but it was clear.

Dickens.

The name of the family that sent that shoddy spy to Kirhausen.

‘The Dickens I know? That family of bookish scholars pulled off this foolish stunt?’

A hollow laugh escaped my gaping mouth in disbelief.

In the 30 years I’d been gone, it seemed Kirhausen wasn’t the only thing that had changed.

As I sighed for the umpteenth time at this sense of estrangement…

“Drag her out.”

“Wait, please…! That’s not what I meant…!”

Ronan gestured to the servants, who dragged the girl out of the hall.

She trembled in fear as the servants approached, but soon her arms were firmly grasped, and she was pulled away.

Her screams echoed outside, but it was futile.

‘Dickens will thoroughly cut ties with her… She’ll have nowhere to go now.’

In the past, those used as spies by other families faced two fates.

Either they returned to their family undetected, reaping great wealth but living in hiding forever.

Or…

‘If caught, they become the target of the enraged family’s wrath.’

As expected.

Though he appeared calm, veins bulged on Furas' profile as he gave orders to Ronan.

“…”

The atmosphere in the final selection was like walking on thin ice.

As everyone watched Furas' mood, someone dared to speak.

“Father, I’ll crush Dickens at the academy.”

It was Marcel.

A bold statement from the heir, reassuring the family members.

“So please, calm your anger…”

But Marcel’s words trailed off.

The reason lay in Furas' eyes as he slowly turned to him.

Similar to the expressionless gaze he gave the girl, yet distinctly different.

How pathetic must you seem as the heir for Dickens to pull such a stunt?

‘That’s the look.’

Marcel’s bold face stiffened instantly, showing clear tension.

It revealed exactly what kind of father Furas was to him.

‘Tch! Enough.’

Step, step.

Unable to bear watching any longer, I moved forward, frustration and anger in my steps.

As all eyes turned to the final candidate stepping forward without being called…

Thud!

I reached the Glaciator in one stride and placed my hand on the conical structure without hesitation.

And then…

Shwaaaaaaa-!

“Ugh…!”

“What…!”

A blinding golden light erupted from the Glaciator.

Everyone in the main hall, except me, reflexively shielded their eyes.

“What… what was that…!”

A servant barely managed to utter.

The Glaciator had become a single source of golden light.

Within it, golden mana particles surged wildly, forming a whirlwind.

“Oh… ohh!”

“How could such…”

A level of mana compatibility and sensitivity never seen before.

The family members’ eyes filled with shock.

Even Furas couldn’t maintain his composure this time.

His slightly widened eyes, tinged with surprise, looked at me.

In contrast…

“…”

I gazed at the Glaciator with a calm expression.

It was only natural.

This was the expected outcome.

Even if Marcel was a descendant of my half-brother, we shared blood.

No matter how compatible another’s mana might be, it couldn’t surpass that of a great magician with the same lineage.

“…What’s that boy’s name?”

“Oh… his name…”

At Furas' question, Ronan, snapping back to reality, scanned the identification certificate.

But before he could answer, the boy in front spoke.

“Eddie Summerson.”

Eddie Summerson.

As I said it, I silently repeated my past life’s name.

I’m the founding head of the great magical family Kirhausen, Edmund von Kirhausen.

But now…

I’m Eddie Summerson.

A second life to set everything right.

And a second name to live that life.

I was now Eddie Summerson.

“…”

My eyes locked onto Furas.

Furas met my gaze, observing the fierce spirit of the boy who announced his name.

“…”

Furas broke the silence.

He picked up the crumpled identification certificate Ronan had placed on the table.

His eyes narrowed as he read each word.

Eddie Summerson. 14 years old. Delphonso Orphanage.

Nothing about exceptional magical talent or being a disowned bastard from another family.

Then, a murmur like an exclamation came softly from the servants.

“That light… that kid caused it?”

“What is that guy?”

Shocked words slipped out unconsciously.

The murmuring servants quickly covered their mouths.

Daring to disrupt the head’s contemplation warranted Ronan’s stern glare.

Normally, they’d have been severely punished.

But their words echoed everyone’s thoughts in the hall.

Furas, brow furrowed, turned to Sylvia.

“You vetted this boy yourself, Teacher Patman?”

“…Yes, Master.”

Her tone betrayed surprise.

She, too, seemed shocked by the Glaciator’s reaction.

Furas' eyes narrowed at her response.

Her reaction meant…

She couldn’t discern the source of this ability through Insight.

Furas silently stared at me, and I didn’t avoid his gaze.

The tense atmosphere they created silenced everyone.

And someone else couldn’t take their eyes off me either.

“Young Master.”

It was Marcel, unable to hide his stunned expression.

“No way…”

Perhaps due to the unbelievable sight and the shock that followed, Marcel’s eyelids trembled as he muttered to himself.

“Young Master…!”

The male tutor beside him called out again.

Only then did Marcel turn, realizing he’d stood up from his seat.

He quickly sat back down, but his heart still raced.

“…”

Naturally, every action of the heir was tied to the family’s prestige.

To act unconsciously in such a setting, even if this orphan displayed unbelievable skill…

An action the Kirhausen heir should never show.

As Marcel flushed with self-reproach and embarrassment…

“Have you ever studied magic or trained in mana sensitivity?”

Furas broke the silence.

A somewhat absurd question for a penniless orphan.

But after seeing the Glaciator’s reaction, he had to ask.

“No. I haven’t.”

“Then that reaction was purely talent?”

“…”

Silence was affirmation, as everyone knew.

Tilting his head slightly, Furas continued.

“With that level of sensitivity, you could aim for a scholarship in the entrance exam. Why become an enrollment assistant?”

A sharp question and tone.

I understood why.

Just moments ago, a Dickens spy had stood there and been dragged out.

“Hoo…”

I took a deep breath and spoke in a clear, bright voice.

A voice free of hostility, like that of an innocent child.

“It would’ve been nice if I could, but for a penniless orphan like me, even that’s not easy. Even if I got a full scholarship, I couldn’t afford a uniform.”

A less grandiose reason than expected.

My answer was quite convincing.

Of course, the academy had a scholarship system for talented but poor children.

But it only covered tuition in advance.

Other expenses had to be managed independently.

A poor commoner family might try, but Eddie Summerson was an orphanage child.

Naturally, I had no money.

“I heard being an enrollment assistant covers all academy expenses. That’s why I applied.”

The tutors nodded at my answer, which aligned with my background.

But…

“I see. Because of money…”

The head of Kirhausen was far from lenient.

His voice, repeating my answer, still carried distrust.

“Then…”

Furas' low voice echoed through the hall again.

Before finishing, he leaned forward slowly from his reclined position.

“…”

His gaze pierced through the boy before him.

And then…

“Why Kirhausen?”

The deepest, most fundamental question struck me.


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