Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race Chapter 183 - Calm and Civility

POV Rygar Adoldia

Sohow, Aisha convinced that the best option available to test her magic was for to cut off a finger from my hand so she could regenerate it and demonstrate her magic.

And it ended up being done that way.

I still don't understand how I ended up agreeing to that, but it was a warning that I should be more careful about what Aisha asked ...

She was becoming more and more cunning as she grew.

Anyway, it was truly impressive. Aisha would turn eight in a month, and she was already able to use Saint-level Healing Magic.

Of course, she had the advantage of my knowing all these spells and teaching her in the fastest and most efficient way, but that was also due to her talent and constant effort.

She was progressing nonstop.

Aisha seed to get along very well with Verdia, which was great.

And Eris had also beco more comfortable talking with her, with Aisha leading and bringing up topics naturally.

But... I didn't really understand how Ghislaine and Verdia were. Honestly, on the surface, they seed to have gotten along, but... I don't know.

They didn't exchange many words, nor did they talk in depth. Most of their interactions were quick, direct questions and answers. Well, it wasn't bad, though.

Actually, speaking with them, I found out why Skoll and Ezkalor weren't here.

It turns out that Rufus's wolf, Geri, slled Skoll when he entered the city and ran over to greet him.

Apparently, there were other Legion mbers who also raised monsters, and Skoll seed to recognize Rufus, so he suggested introducing Skoll and Ezkalor to the other monsters.

That way, Ezkalor and Skoll ended up going along with Rufus.

I also found out that my master had learned Saint-level Healing Magic while I was away, which wasn't very surprising.

There were a few other people who also learned it, since I left the enchantnt, the books, and instructions on how to use the magic with Taes before leaving.

And also, at so point, Ghislaine's Demon Eye was ntioned, and the thod I developed to make her control her Magic Eye seed to interest Verdia.

After all, controlling other people's mana wasn't a widespread or normal thod, nor common knowledge.

Apparently, my master had heard of this kind of thing before, but had never seen anyone put such a theory into practice.

Well, her idea was sothing I had already thought of before, but my tests weren't very effective. That was: using that mana control to teach Chantless Magic.

I tried that thod with Ghislaine, but it didn't seem to work very well.

Verdia suggested that perhaps it was because Ghislaine wasn't so familiar with using multiple magics or high-level magics.

So, after that topic, another project reopened. When the opportunity arose, I would test that hypothesis with her again.

The conversation progressed in high spirits.

Although it was warti, eting with my master, seeing old friends, and introducing the new people who had entered my life gave so peace of mind.

A comforting feeling that I couldn't quite explain.

Anyway, it was pleasant.

After we talked, I started to head to where Ezkalor and Skoll were, with only Eris accompanying .

Ghislaine heard that there was a place where the Legion kept baby monsters for adoption and got excited. She tried to hide it, but I could tell she was excited because her tail was wagging energetically.

So, she and Aisha ended up following Verdia there.

anwhile, Eris and I were going to Rufus, who was with Ezkalor and Skoll.

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A few monts later, Eris and I were walking hand in hand through the streets of Tinaver, following Skoll's presence and the sounds of combat echoing from one of the training arenas.

The city was alive. Eris watched everything with shining eyes, enthusiastically pointing at every detail that caught her attention.

The buildings looked different since the last ti she had seen them.

"Did this statue exist before?" she asked, pointing to a sculpted figure of a warrior holding a hamr with the Iron Legion symbol engraved on its base.

I shook my head with a smile.

"I don't think so..."

Many dwarves arrived after we set out on our journey. They changed a lot around here.

The small modifications were many, but altogether they gave the city a new spirit.

Carvings etched into the stone walls, arches reinforced with ornantal tals, small fountains with magic circles around them.

The atmosphere of dwarven fortresses, mixed with the organization of the fields and roads, gave Tinaver an air of a civilization on the rise.

Rufus had also left his mark.

The training areas had been expanded, with stone portals and minerals where warriors practiced maneuvers with dosticated monsters.

There were new forges, crafting workshops, greenhouses with irrigation systems reminiscent of modern technology adapted to magic, small terraced fields, taking advantage of the terrain.

Wherever we went, people recognized us. Despite all that, Eris didn't seem to care about the stares.

So stopped to watch with curiosity, others whispered quietly.

Those who didn't know who I was were soon inford by so other resident or Legion mber. Even so, she stayed by my side, as if nothing could affect that mont.

"Rygar, who is the strongest in the Legion, aside from you?" she asked suddenly.

Her eyes shone with an intensity I knew well: challenge.

Ever since we arrived in Hobbit territory, Eris had been looking to test her strength. She challenged several warriors, so with power levels near that of a Saint.

She wanted to show that she was powerful, not only to others but to herself.

Perhaps it was because she knew that Ghislaine had imnse fa within the Legion.

In fact, even before I created the Legion, the na "Black Wolf" was already known in the Central Continent.

A legendary Sword King, a warrior who inspired respect.

And in the Milis Continent, she built so fa as well.

During the attack on the Joylore house, she was by my side, and her reputation only grew. Many probably thought it natural that she would be my wife. Perhaps they even expected it back then.

But Eris was different. When she left Tinaver with and Ghislaine back then, she was just a child and an Advanced-level swordswoman.

Many probably would have had so opinions about her being my wife.

I personally didn't care about others' expectations.

To , she was important, irreplaceable.

Still, I didn't stop her from challenging whoever she wanted. I knew there would be judging eyes and questioning; that might not bother , but maybe it would bother her.

But I also knew she wouldn't back down.

"I can't say for sure," I replied thoughtfully. "But it's probably Ornthorn or Ghislaine. Aside from them... maybe Taes or Kilian. Although, to be honest, I'm still not certain of Verdia's true combat power."

Eris reflected in silence. I took the mont to gently stroke her hair and then I rembered the way she acted when she t Verdia.

"Eris..." I said, in a low but firm voice. "You know that, even if I take other wives, I will never stop loving you. No way. You know that, right?"

She blushed at once.

"I know that!" she replied quickly, almost reflexively, trying to disguise her embarrassnt.

I couldn't help but smile. I drew her closer, putting my arm around her waist. I felt her warmth, and a few more glances turned to us.

I didn't mind.

We continued walking along the stone road, the sound of our footsteps echoing among the buildings.

But for now... I just wanted to enjoy that mont with her.

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It turns out that, even with the war in Milis unfolding and the heavy atmosphere hanging over the continent, the city of Tinaver still managed to maintain a lively and welcoming atmosphere.

It was a warm environnt full of life. Still, it was evident that most of the inhabitants were ready to take up arms at the slightest sign of danger.

The expressions were friendly, but the eyes alert and the bodies well-prepared betrayed the martial spirit present in every citizen.

As we walked, Eris and I decided to stop at one of the many stalls decorating the streets.

We grabbed so skewers of roasted monster at; the sll was strong, spicy, but incredibly appetizing.

Eris took a bite, smiling with a sparkle in her eyes – she seed genuinely happy, walking hand in hand with through the city that had once been only a Stone Fortress and that now vibrated with culture, movent, and living history.

Then a tiger-tribe beastman appeared, blocking our path in the middle of the street. He was tall and muscular.

His eyes burned with intensity, and as soon as he saw us, he began to speak. His voice was strong, laden with resentnt and wounded pride.

He began to tell a long story – that he had been one of the many tribal leaders of the Great Forest, soone with pride and strength.

He seed to be one of the leaders who had refused to submit to Kilian when he took control of the Great Forest.

Instead, he fled, defeated, humiliated... but determined.

Since then, he devoted himself to intense training, feeding his anger, shaping his body and strength for the mont when he could return and take his revenge.

And here he was now, finally before . Upon discovering that I was the leader of the Iron Legion, his eyes shone with what he certainly believed to be destiny.

He decided that he could skip all the steps of the hierarchy and challenge directly. He spoke of tearing my head off, taking leadership of the Great Forest, and "freeing his people".

Empty words, full of tribal bravado, ignorance, and misdirected pride. He was the typical warrior who had never set foot outside the Great Forest and thought his strength was truly incredible even outside the Great Forest.

I didn't wait much longer. Before I could even respond to his challenge, he moved to attack with murderous intent.

His movents were undeniably very fast – he certainly was at the Saint level, there was no doubt about his strength.

However, before I could even move, Eris took a step forward.

With a single clean, swift, and brutal blow, she cut him in half. Her blade flashed briefly in the sunlight before the warrior's bisected body fell to the ground, lifeless.

Everyone around froze, shocked by the speed and coldness of the act, as well as the strength demonstrated by the young woman.

Eris, on the other hand, simply sheathed her sword and wiped the blood from the blade. Her face was serious but serene.

I could feel that she had been impatient since that man's speech – wanting to kill him ever since he started insulting the Iron Legion, and he had put his head on a platter when he attacked .

I did not stop her. In fact, if she hadn't done it, I would have eliminated that fool myself.

A warrior like him, full of blind pride, would never be a good addition to the Legion.

Even after having been defeated once by Kilian, he fled instead of accepting his defeat and reflecting on it. What he did now was more than suicide – it was a terrible example.

His death would serve as a warning to all tribes, whether demonic or bestial: the Iron Legion did not tolerate insubordination or betrayal masquerading as honor.

After telling soone to clean up the ss, we continued on our way. There was no reason for us to stay there. The stares followed us, but no one dared to speak.

Soon we reached the place where Ezkalor and Skoll were.

The red dragon, to my surprise, was simply lying on the grass under the shade of a tree, its huge wings folded and eyes half-closed as it let the sunlight filter through the leaves above it.

Skoll, the ebony wolf, was engaged in a fierce battle with another wolf – practically identical to him.

Their bodies collided, bites exchanged, the movents too fast for common eyes. It was a violent dance but a controlled one. A training session, perhaps? Or a test of dominance?

In any case, it was impossible not to be impressed by the scene.

I stood there, watching the two face off, while Eris had a puzzled expression beside . It wasn't every day that one saw a battle between Rank A wolves.

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