Chapter 10: Thinking of Humanity
Another three years passed.
I was now six years old.
Now, I could go anywhere in the family territory without having servants follow me.
The area within 20 miles of the house was his father's territory. It was already early autumn, and some crops had already begun to be harvested.
Even though the sun had yet to rise, there were already commoners who had been working on both sides of the road for a long time.
It had become my habit to jog for an hour outside of the house before my daily training in the basement. Aerobic exercise helps with future training, and the scenery of the surrounding countryside was equally refreshing.
"Young Master Will, are you out for a walk so early today?"
A commoner who was pulling a carriage with one hand and wiping the sweat off his face with the other saw me and greeted me with a smile.
"Yes, Uncle Shenier. How's the harvest this year?"
"Thanks to My Lord and you, the harvest this year is pretty good. Ah~ Young Master Will, quickly put them down and let me do the work."
"It's no trouble. Uncle Chenier, I'll go home first. Goodbye."
I picked up the few bundles of wheat that had fallen to the ground and put them back onto the carriage as I bade him farewell.
"Goodbye, Young Master Will. I have troubled you again. I didn't expect Young Master Will to remember my name!"
"Haha, Young Master Will doesn't only remember your name. I heard from the maidservants of My Lord's family that Young Master Will remembers all of their names and never puts on airs with them. Every time he troubles them, he'll thank them. Sometimes, when they encounter problems that they can't solve, they can always get help from Young Master Will."
"Ah, I see! Young Master Will is really a genius. My Lord really has a great successor."
"That's right. We feel comfortable serving such a Lord. Shenier, get in, we're going!"
"Okay."
Listening to the whispers of the two people behind me, I sighed softly and walked towards my home.
There were many times when I wanted the maidservants to serve me, but it was a pity that my adult heart never allowed it.
When I got home and was about to walk to the basement, I realized that my father had been waiting at the door for a long time.
"Father."
"Will, come with me."
"Yes."
I followed my father into the basement.
"Will, you're six years old and you've had three years of basic training. I think it's time I tell you about family's true secret and expose your to the family business."
"Yes, Father."
"The Reinhardt Family is the sharp blade of the Kingdom of Freld. We are responsible for eliminating all enemies that are unfavorable to the kingdom. They include not only the enemy countries, but also those within the country. From dukes and earls to refugees and soldiers. Most of the time, the Reinhardt blade hangs above the heads of the nobles. Do you understand what this means?"
Father turned around.
"Understood, Father. We were born to protect the kingdom!"
I already knew this answer when I was born.
After learning about the history of this country from the study, I understood the need for the Reinhardt family to exist.
Freld was a kingdom, and there was a group of nobles under the King. As for the dukes and marquises, they had their own territories and raised armies.
Very often, the law was ineffective against them because they had the ability to break away from the kingdom at any time and go against it. Therefore, even the King could not deal with them at will.
This was the time for the Reinhardt Family to show their prowess. These nobles would die an unnatural death without the family getting suspected.
"Very good, Will. I know you're outstanding enough to understand the mission of the family. But do you know what this means? Have you ever thought about having your hands covered in blood? Can you accept yourself like that?"
Father's question was deafening.
I didn't answer right away.
But I knew that I could live with it.
Having reincarnated with my memories, my hands were already drenched in blood. Killing people was no different from eating and drinking to me.
My original idea was that my father should start teaching me how to kill.
Instead of making me look within as he was doing now.
"Father…"
"Will, I don't need an answer from you right now. I'm telling you that you need to think for yourself and judge for yourself. The biggest difference between humans and animals is that they have the ability to think for themselves. Before you take a person's life, you at least know why that person deserves to die. In the days to come, I'll train you in the art of killing, and you'll have to make your own judgments that will determine the fate of a person."
"I understand, Father."
In my previous life, as a tool of the organization, the President had never told me why a person deserved to die. He only needed me to kill that person. As for me, I had never thought of the reasons.
In this life, the first lesson my father taught me was how to think as a human.
"Okay, let's get started now, Will. The first step is to learn how to use a weapon. As an assassin, you have to learn to use as many things of the easiest things you can find around you to finish off your enemies. Of course, the most handy weapon is also essential. This is your best guarantee."
Father opened a chest in the basement. In addition to conventional assassination weapons such as daggers, darts, and hidden arrows, there were also invisible things that could silently kill like silk yarn and poison.
I took out a dagger and a few darts and weighed them in my hand.
The two weapons looked abnormally ordinary. There were no patterns or words on the surface to prove their origin.
Daggers were my most common cold weapon in my previous life, while darts were substitutes for flying needles.
This was because the silver needles in my previous life were alloys made from special metals. The hardness and weight were all made according to my requirements. In this world of swords and magic, I wasn't sure if I could forge silver needles that met my requirements. Practising darts in this world was also a good choice.
"Then let's start with the dagger. Will, imagine now that I'm your enemy. With the dagger in your hand, use all means to touch me and you win. Don't hold back."
My father glanced at the dagger I chose and took two steps back.
"Father, be careful now!"
I picked a flying dagger that I could hold and stared at my father.
This was exactly what I wanted. I clearly remembered all the memories in my previous life about how to use a dagger. If there was anything lacking, it was that this body was not enough to unleash my former strength.
Therefore, the small flying dagger was more suitable for this body.
The moment I spoke, my body bounced off.
Most of the time, assassinations were done by surprise.
Three meters…
One meter!
Father remained where he was, not moving.
"Ha!"
Still, I thrust the dagger hard.
I didn't hold back on this attack. I believed that given my father's capabilities, he wouldn't be injured by a child like me.