TSMRG 07

TSMRG

Posted by Aashi, Released on September 3, 2025

Chapter 7

Reincarnated as the Greatest Swordmaster of the Lineage

“Could it really be because of the Sword Ritual (Geomchongsik)?”

As Kavel murmured briefly, Daisy’s gaze instantly sharpened, as if she had understood the situation at once, and she spoke firmly.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but no. That child is not a Linehart.”

“…Even if the young lady insists on that, there’s nothing we can do. All those born with Linehart blood must undergo the Sword Ritual upon reaching their tenth birthday.”

At the unyielding words of Master Seolam, Kavel frowned and shouted.

“I am no longer a Linehart. Doesn’t that mean my son isn’t one either?!”

“No. Even if you, Kavel, are not a Linehart, young master Ruin is indeed a Linehart.”

“Huh, you even know his name already?”

“That is because the lord would not abandon his bloodline to the outside world so callously.”

“Hahaha…”

At Master Seolam’s response, Kavel laughed incredulously and shook his head.

“Yeah, my father was always like that. So one of the Eleven Wall Protectors, Master Seolam Freon, has come here personally.”

“….”

Master Seolam Freon did not react to Kavel’s sharp words.

Daisy, who had been quietly listening, spoke again.

“Sword Ritual or whatever, I will not send my son there. So please leave.”

“That cannot be—”

“This is not a request.”

Before Freon could finish speaking, Daisy radiated a fierce aura. The faces of Freon and his knights, who were kneeling, stiffened slightly.

Kavel also raised his great sword, which had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and nodded.

“I share my wife’s sentiment, Master Seolam. Even if you are the shadow of the house, if you intend to take Ruin by force, you will have to get past us first.”

In an instant, a tremendous aura exploded from Kavel.

Swish.

At the same time, he drew his long sword from his waist.

‘So the rumors about him defeating a Giant Ogre were true.’

Kavel’s aura, the kind only a master-level fighter could possess, flared outward.

Clang clang clang!

The kneeling knights immediately rose, drawing their weapons. And so did Master Seolam Freon.

“Master Kavel, are you truly going to do this?”

Despite Freon’s earnest tone…

“I do not wish to, Master Seolam. This situation is your own doing.”

Kavel’s voice was firm and resolute. Then he said:

“Brion, take care of the children for a moment. Leave this place through the back door.”

Daisy spoke calmly to Brion. He quickly nodded in agreement.

“Understood. Ruin, come this way.”

He called Ruin while holding Sylvia close to his chest.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“What?”

Without hesitation, Ruin stepped toward his parents and the Linehart knights confronting them.

Step step.

“R-Ruin!”

Brion shouted in panic at Ruin’s sudden move.

“I’ll see you later, Sylvia.”

“Huh? O-okay.”

Ruin even gave a faint smile to the trembling Sylvia as he approached them.

“Ruin?”

“Ruin, what are you doing?”

Kavel and Daisy looked at their son in shock. Ruin smiled lightly.

“I’m going. To undergo the Linehart family Sword Ritual.”

“….”

Master Seolam Freon stared silently at the carriage. On it was the child carrying the bloodline of the Northern Duke, responsible for part of the Four Heavens.

‘That child is only ten?’

A boy with black hair and red eyes, striking like rubies. He was the seventh child of Kavel, treated as if he had been cast out by the family.

‘He’s completely different from Kavel. No resemblance at all.’

It wasn’t just appearance. Freon had known Kavel since childhood—free-spirited, lively, and often foolish despite his intelligence.

‘Then… an illegitimate child?’

He thought of the Caphtalen family, but shook his head.

‘No, that’s not it.’

Among those he knew, none resembled this child. Freon recalled the child boldly stating his opinion before Kavel and Daisy.

‘At least I want to face the root from which I came.’

‘Root’ was a strange word for a child to say, especially one descended from Linehart and Caphtalen.

Then the child added:

‘Besides, it’s my grandfather. He probably won’t hate me, right?’

Freon calmed his momentary confusion, attributing it to the child’s precocious naivety.

‘He knows nothing of the lord. Surely, he would not.’

The child’s next words caught Freon off guard:

‘Why are you laughing? If you really hated me, you wouldn’t have sent someone to call me. Or did you just send anyone? Are you useless in your family?’

The bold innocence startled Freon.

‘What?’

Yet Freon did not feel anger or offense. The title of Master of the Linehart Sword School carried weight that a mere child could not diminish.

‘Wait a minute.’

Freon stared in astonishment at Ruin.

‘Could this child… be deliberately provoking me?’

A test of his thoughts and will.

‘Isn’t this something my lord often does?’

Damon Linehart, the Northern Swordmaster, often provoked and tested those around him. Freon realized the child resembled his lord.

‘Could it be that the youngest grandson, Ruin, most resembles the master of the North?’

‘No, useless thoughts.’

He shook his head and dismissed the notion. His mission here was solely to oversee the continuation of the Linehart tradition.

‘After the Sword Ritual, I won’t see him again.’

No need to concern himself with the son of Kavel, who had been ostracized.

Boom!

With a resounding noise, a massive dark-gold gate closed.

This was the residence of the Northern ruler, the Linehart Swordmaster family—a mansion so grand it could be mistaken for a fortress.

‘So this is the northern stronghold, [Banapen]?’

Only Linehart blood and those approved by the Duke could enter. Even in the life of 1872, knowledge of this place was limited. It was an impregnable domain.

But now…

‘I can come this far simply because I carry the bloodline.’

Clomp clomp.

Ruin walked slowly, exploring cautiously. Despite it being a past life, he retained the knowledge and experience of 1872, making him adept at gathering information quickly.

‘The front gate defenses are formidable, and why so many magic seals?’

Even the guards were experts, far above ordinary soldiers.

‘Ordinary guards at expert level… truly befitting the greatest sword family on the continent.’

Through Cheonui Mubong, Ruin gauged the skill of those around him and soon reached the golden doors engraved with a dragon.

“This is the main hall where the lord resides,” explained Freon. Ruin nodded.

“May I enter?”

“Yes, when you are ready, inform me.”

Ruin adjusted his clothes and said:

“All set.”

“Understood.”

Freon, maintaining polite speech toward a child, whispered instructions to those at the door. The golden doors began to slowly open.

Creaaak.

At the same time:

“The seventh child of Kavel Linehart, Ruin Linehart, son of Damon Linehart, ruler of the North, enters.”

Someone announced Ruin’s arrival loudly.

“Let’s go in.”

Following Freon, Ruin entered the fully opened main hall.

“Hm? Another child?”

“Oh, that one? The seventh’s child?”

“What? Then he also carries Caphtalen blood? Hah, at least he looks like us.”

“No, look at those eyes—they’re classic Caphtalen red. I want to pluck them out.”

Voices greeted Ruin as soon as he entered.

‘Once someone leaves the house, it’s over. Kavel, isn’t that pitiful? Why send your son here?’

“It’s the head’s will.”

“Yeah, but he’s a Linehart.”

“Tch…”

Ruin immediately sensed the hostility in their gaze. They openly disliked and resented him.

‘Familiar scene…’

He recalled his past life as Roben Paterion’s shadow and smiled slightly.

Freon’s voice beside him said:

“You needn’t care about their stares.”

‘This man is kind after all.’

“I’m fine.”

“Good. Then I shall leave.”

Freon nodded and left to attend to other matters.

“Please take your seats.”

The hall quieted as people sat in high chairs, likely family members or senior positions in the house.

‘Indeed, the North’s ruling Linehart family.’

All were master-level, and a dozen children of similar age stood on the red carpet in the center, nervous and silent. Some whispered upon seeing Ruin.

“Is that him? The one whose mother made his father leave?”

“How could someone do such a stupid thing?”

“Looks dumb too.”

“He’s the son of that father, of course.”

Ruin walked toward them and muttered:

“Yes, I’m that dumb person’s son, Ruin.”

“…What?”

“Hmm, why are you suddenly talking to me?”

“You know me? Don’t act friendly.”

They fell silent, avoiding his gaze. Ruin smiled quietly.

‘Even the children act poorly… they need proper education.’

“Is everyone here now?”