Return of The Unrivaled Spear Knight

pose in life?”

“In any case, the truth—” Before he could finish, Vanessa’s hand was raised to strike again.

“Young Master Babel—” Babel’s name made her pause.
“They sparred.
At that point, I knew it was mana.
Their mana collided, I’m sure of it.”

“However,” Chiffon looked up stiffly.
“Young Master Babel lost.”

Chiffon took the Duchess’s slap with closed eyes.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” The sounds of agony and anger shook the luxurious room.

Joshua returned to his assigned room and collapsed onto the bed.

It’s difficult. After his return, this was the first time he used mana in combat—in real combat.
There was a good reason for that, but… Even considering my age, this body is too weak.

Joshua took a deep breath.

This feels like hell. His body was not trainable at this age.
Was he not a bastard, thrown out of the mansion to clean horse dung for the rest of his life?

I was too busy being bullied. Even the word “training” was a luxury back then.

Joshua had a sudden thought, and paused to mull over an earlier conversation.

“Did you say they were from Duke Pontier and Count Rebrecca? Those people, I mean.”

Oddly enough, he and Cain seemed more familiar after the fight and spoke casually.

“Yes, they are.”

They were like rich people watching a chicken fight… disgusting…

It was true that the Pontier family was great, but… they would fall the same way as the Agnuses.
The emperor would earn his nickname – the “Iron-Blooded Emperor” – for none other than the Pontier family.

It was a huge shock at the time.
Wiping out an entire bloodline—no less than a Ducal house, the highest of nobles—down to its roots. Afterwards, the Emperor announced it was for nothing but “treason against the Imperial family”.

Joshua didn’t even know the exact story; he was too young at the time.

Another memory came to him.

The other girl – I remember she was not from the Duke’s family.
She was a high-ranked official, but not quite a Duke. But Joshua was sure she was fallen nobility, because he had no memory of such an outstanding individual in the few descendents of the Fallen Dukes.

Then there’s only one option left.

The house of Count Rebrecca—a place Joshua had no memories of.

Avalon Empire’s first Seventh-Class Archmage; the Cold-Blooded Slayer; the Ice Flower…

“…Iceline,” Joshua muttered.

In his past life, she didn’t have a full name; it was said her name was buried with her family.
They had no special relationship back then, but it was different now.
This time, the more connections he had the easier it would be to achieve his goal.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Suddenly, Joshua was roused by a knocking on his door.
It was not a light knock—it sounded almost like someone was kicking the door.
Joshua opened the door right away.

“Hi?” Charles, a pretty girl with flaming red hair, smiled at Joshua.
“Are you Joshua von Agnus? Oh, do you know me?”

Charles powered through Joshua’s stiff silence.

“I’m Pontier – Charles de Pontier.
I come from the fifth generation of the Ducal houses, same as you.
I heard them say you’re younger than me, so can I talk more comfortably?” Charles paused her babbling to clasp Joshua’s hands.
“Ah! Well, I’m not the kind of person who would discriminate against your mother because she’s a concubine so don’t worry.
Well, feel free to call me ‘sister’.”

Joshua’s eyebrows twitched.

“Let’s go in and talk.
I have a lot to say.” With that, Charles strode into his room—or would have, but Joshua quietly blocked the way.

“What? Let’s talk!” Charles gave Joshua a puzzled look.

“Hey.” His chilly voice made Charles flinch and tremble.

“Go away.”