Mercenary God: Reborn with a talent for fighting.-Chapter 37: Ch The knight vs the Light spawn.

After hearing Sir Felix recount his tale, I could say I now understood his fear of demons.

The power system of demons was like the unique skill system.

They were born with demonic energy, and as they grew, some gained what was called a trait.

This trait allowed them a unique form of magic.

Witches who formed contracts with them could inherit the same kind of magic, but this wasn’t about witches.

It was about demons and the unparalleled power they could be born with.

Understanding his mindset, I found myself unable to argue.

I was a mere child, naive of the horror that awaited me.

Maybe my own experience as I grew might lead me to the same opinion he had, or it might differ.

The gist of it all was, it didn’t matter now.

The only thing that mattered to me right now was my fight with Selena.

"Boi, I know you’ve heard this many times, but don’t blame yourself for what happens next."

I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I greatly believed that too, because if I lost, it would be due to my inability to adequately grasp my victory.

I had the power, but my body, my mind — they were still lacking.

I was too young to harness all these powers; in the end, it was my age that was the problem, making that indirectly my fault.

"You’re not convinced, are you?"

Sir Felix merely shook his head, seeing through my mindset.

"Victory or loss, they’re all part of the process."

"But the family name..." I tried cutting in, and yet his smile caused me to halt.

"Does it matter to you in the grand scale of things? Boi, can you tell me even a single thing you love about being a noble?"

"...I don’t." I answered with full sincerity, my head lowering in the process.

Different world? Different mindset? I couldn’t tell, but nobility I found stressful.

So much expectation, so little chances.

Just a single mistake and all the power and respect one had accumulated over the years would come tumbling down.

I once said I wanted to escape that — that statement still stood now.

And yet I was still shackled to it.

Because of Alice.

The branch family title was the last thing we had from our parents.

I might not care about it, but Alice did.

To her, it was the sole connection to our parents she had left; I couldn’t allow it to be taken.

So I had to win.

"You hate it, and yet you fight for it. Kid, it’s been decades, but I’ve finally met someone as indecisive as your uncle," he said with a haughty laugh.

Uncle Kain’s sudden involvement in the conversation left me sour, and noticing this, Sir Felix panicked.

"Oh, I’m talking about the old Kain!" he said, trying to cozy me up.

It seemed he understood how offended I was to be compared to that monster.

Then again, the fact that he emphasized the old Kain left me confused.

"Sir knight, what do you mean by old?" I said, wondering how different Uncle Kain must have been to be classified as old compared to the current one.

"Well, referring to that version of him as old would be an overstatement since your uncle had always been at odds with your father."

"So their hatred for each other runs that far?"

"Not exactly. They never really hated each other — at least not until your father took over the seat of Patriarch and married your mother."

You know, I wasn’t particularly surprised. My parents always tried to hide it, but I always knew the conflict between my father and uncle extended even to my mother.

And judging by Sir Felix’s inability to continue, I could assume that the fact was they were romantic rivals.

Of course, the fact that Father had also inherited the majority of his birthright also came into play.

"So it’s that, huh?"

Making it known to him that I understood what he was trying to imply, the knight sighed as if a massive burden had been released from him.

Honestly, I understood him — after all, how could you possibly explain to a kid that the grudge his uncle held for his father was because he might have held romantic feelings for the same child’s mother?

Thinking back to it, my uncle’s grudge grew even deeper after the passing of Mother.

All this chaos he was trying to breed might have been a product of his pent-up frustration.

I can’t say I understood him, because I have never fully invested my life into a relationship, but it did add a bit of logic to his hatred for us.

At the end of the day, though, that didn’t justify his actions.

"Hey, kid..."

Nudging my shoulder, Sir Felix clapped his palms together and bowed his head.

"By chance, do not inform Abel or, even worse, Camilla that I told you about this."

"About what?" I smiled, playing clueless to his words.

He blinked and sighed in relief.

You know, after speaking heart to heart with Sir Felix, he wasn’t as much of a fright as I imagined most SS ranks to be.

If I were to use modern terms to describe him, I would say he was pretty chill.

Never too frightening but also no pushover.

Gentle and stern.

Imposing but casual.

If I was the Emperor, the title I would have given him was Knight of Equilibrium since it seemed more in line with his personality — but looking at it from another angle, wasn’t the fact that he was able to achieve this level of control over his emotions and personality somewhat ideal?

Man, just thinking about it makes my head hurt.

Anyway, it’s safe to say I had somewhat gotten over my fear of the SS ranks.

Now the only thing I had left to overcome was my fight against Selena.

"It’s about time."

Sir Felix said patting my shoulder, I nodded in responses my gaze drawn to the now fully repaired duel stage.

Observing the entrance at this level, my gaze fell on Selena, her eyes now devoid of all warmth, returning my stare coldly