It's My Turn

Outside of the castle, the royal family lined up including some of their servants and knights.

Benedict and the triplets were there to see Mathilda and Voltaire off.

As for Mathilda, she will leave together with Voltaire.

"Volt, you're so stiff. Just relax and enjoy the ceremony. Don't forget to use the wooden sword I gave you."

Lance said with a big smile on his face, trying to encourage his little brother who looks pale since early in the morning.

"Heh. Having cold sweat? Are you not feeling well? If so, you shouldn't have to go and remain a weakling."

Despite his best effort to annoy Voltaire, Luke was met with complete silence.

Typically, when he engages in banter with Voltaire, a witty comeback would ensue. Yet, on this occasion, Voltaire remains silent, exacerbating Luke's frustration even further.

"Still no reply. Maybe his soul left his body."

Leisha added with her usual nonchalant tone.

"Eh~ As his father, I'm more befitting to be his guardian for the ceremony."

Meanwhile, Benedict sulks, purposely antagonizing Mathilda as he yearns to be Voltaire's guardian instead.

"You are the one who decided to use a game called rock paper scissor to determine who's going to be his guardian for today and you lost. Show some decency, would you."

Vivienne was the one who said such things harshly.

It's obvious she's favoring Mathilda.

"I am his mother and the one who brought him into existence, so it's only natural for me to be the more suitable guardian," Mathilda stated, moving forward to be nearer to her husband's face. She softly added, "Although I wouldn't mind you being the guardian next time~"

The allure in her voice gave Benedict goosebumps, making his body tingle all over, and his spear began to rise.

(Oh no. Please don't.)

"This isn't the appropriate time of day for discussing such matters," Vivienne retorted, dismissing Mathilda's absurd remark.

Only a single carriage was available, awaiting the passengers to board.

Clemton couldn't come with them because the amount of knights are already enough. Not to mention, he also became Leisha's master.

So he's using this time to train Leisha while he's free looking out for Voltaire.

The group leaving the castle consists of Mathilda, Voltaire, Vivienne, and a select few knights who are acting as bodyguards, making their way towards the temple.

Two years and six months have elapsed since Voltaire's initial birthday, and today marks the day of the ceremony.

This time around, it's Voltaire's turn to receive the goddess blessings.

Contrary to everyone's belief, Voltaire had already obtained the blessings three years ago.

The nonsensical chatter of his parents and siblings fell on deaf ears as Voltaire remained unfazed.

His rigid demeanor and pale complexion were due to his inability to devise a plan to conceal the fact that he was already an archon.

Engrossed in deep thought, he occupied himself with brainstorming various strategies to navigate his way out of this dire situation.

(Check the auxiliary Chapters to know what an archon is.)

'Sh*t. F*ck. Damn it. Lost in my intense training, I completely overlooked this matter. What course of action should I pursue now? Come on, brain-san, conjure up any solution...

'First, should I mimicked the other kids and act clueless about the ceremony or, should I uphold my reputation as a "genius" and act as if I know everything?

'Next problem is, what kind of user should I show them? Pretending to be a swordsman shouldn't be too bad since it's the most common archetype. Additionally, identifying a swordsman is relatively straightforward, and once that's established, I can wrap things up and head home early. The only obstacle lies in the fact that I lack the ability to store mana in objects like a true swordsman would.

'Supports ain't that bad either but I don't want to get stabbed by those ridiculous acolytes.

'Despite being more confident in my ranger abilities, assuming the role of an actual ranger is quite burdensome. I am determined not to be remembered in history as a clown, similar to my contemptible brother.'

Voltaire, caught up in his irritation, absentmindedly scratches his head and continues walking, oblivious to the fact that he has already entered the carriage.

At this point, he is simply moving with the support of his instinct

The brainstorming didn't end yet.

'Yet, unquestionably, the crux of the matter centers around my purple mana.'

At the tender age of one year and three months, Voltaire already had the skill to read.

Ever since then, he immersed himself in reading a plethora of books about this world, eager to absorb as much information as possible. Sometimes repeating the books he already heard from Julia.

He came to read at least eight books about manas and attributes, but to his disappointment, not a single one of them mentioned anything about his purple mana.

Inquiring about his mana to his parents seemed like a logical approach except for the fact that they would wonder how in the world Voltaire know he have mana in the first place when he's yet to receive the blessings.

As a result, he continued to be in the dark about his own mana, prompting Voltaire to contemplate the possibility that his possession of purple mana was somehow tied to his reincarnation.

'What's the noise all of a sudden?'

Voltaire asked himself, finally back to the present moment.

When he looks around, he immediately notices the ceiling of the carriage.

Furthermore, the carriage remains stationary, much to his surprise, and Vivienne stands outside, awaiting their exit patiently.

Turning his head, he noticed Mathilda looking at him with eyes filled with worry.

"Finally, you look at me. I've been calling you since earlier, but you seem to be deep in thought. Are you okay? If you're feeling unwell, just let me know, alright?"

"I'm okay, Mother, but what is happening? Why aren't we moving yet?"

"What are you talking about? We're already here at the temple. Look outside the window and see it for yourself."

Mathilda replied, still worrying about her son well-being.

Voltaire followed, and what met his eyes was the bustling scene at the entrance of the temple.

It is the same scenery as he remembered three years ago, unchanged and familiar.

"We're really here. Haha."

Filled with desperation, he spoke, his voice reflecting his anguish.