Finally, I Got Transmigrated Into Another World!

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In the Brighthold city, Albert entered an old house tucked into a corner of the bustling town. Inside, he found another door that led to a staircase descending into the depths below. Albert made his way down, step by step, until a man with an eyepatch over his left eye greeted him.

"What brings you here, sir?" the man asked.

Albert responded with his characteristic smile, "I'm here to see the owner of this place."

The man shook his head. "There is no owner here. Please leave."

Albert remained unmoving, his smile unwavering. He repeated, "I'd like to meet the owner of this place. Tell them the Right Hand has come to visit."

The man's expression darkened, and he stepped forward, placing a hand on Albert's shoulder. "I've already told you, this place has no owner."

Albert calmly began to raise his right hand, but before he could act, a deep, gruff voice echoed through the room.

"Stop."

The command resonated like a growl, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. Thump. Thump.

The eyepatch-wearing man froze, his eyes wide with alarm. "Boss, why are you here? If it's just about this servant who showed up, I can handle—"

From the shadows emerged a towering figure, a burly man with a thick mustache and beard. He cut the eyepatched man off with a sharp tone. "Silence. He's my guest."

The subordinate fell silent, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "My apologies, Boss. I didn't realize he was one of your guests." He turned to Albert and bowed deeply. "Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir."

Albert waved off the apology. "It's no big deal."

The large man barked a laugh. "No big deal? He nearly turned your head into mush." He glared at his subordinate. "Next time, assess your opponent better. Understand?"

"Ye... Yes, Boss. Thank you," the man replied hastily before retreating to his post.

The large man turned to Albert and gestured. "Come. To my office."

Without another word, he strode ahead, his heavy steps echoing through the hall, with Albert following close behind.

Albert and the large man entered the office and took seats on a pair of leather sofas. The room was dimly lit, with an air of understated luxury. Albert leaned back, his calm demeanor unshaken, and started the conversation.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to stay in that form, Lord Thoran?" he asked, his tone casual.

The large man narrowed his eyes and replied gruffly, "Who's Thoran? I'm Brutus."

Albert's smile didn't waver. "Very well, Lord Brutus. Lord Lucien asked me to deliver this letter to you."

The moment Albert mentioned Lucien's name, 'Brutus' suddenly shifted form. His massive frame melted away, shrinking down to the size of an average man. What remained was a strikingly handsome figure with a youthful, innocent face.

"Lucien? He sent you, his right hand, just to deliver a letter?" Thoran's voice, once a deep growl reminiscent of a lion's roar, softened into a smooth, almost melodic tone.

Albert chuckled lightly. "Ah, so you've finally shown your true self, Lord Thoran."

Thoran crossed his legs with a graceful motion and smirked. "I'll admit, I'm curious. Lucien rarely sends messages, let alone through his right hand. Why would he bother for something as trivial as this?"

"If it were trivial, Lord Thoran, it wouldn't be me delivering it," Albert replied calmly. "As for the contents, I'll leave that for you to discover. Please, read it."

Thoran fixed Albert with a piercing gaze before giving a small nod. "Fair point. Let's see what's so important about this letter."

With that, Thoran unfolded the parchment and began to read, his expression unreadable as his eyes scanned the lines.

"To my friend Thoran,

I am writing this letter to make a few requests, and I hope you will grant them.

First, please gather information about the kidnapping group that recently entered Brighthold city. They abducted a young child, and this incident occurred precisely four days before you received this letter.

Second, prepare a detailed map of the Brighthold city. I need everything: the general layout, the hidden pathways, and even the sewer systems.

Lastly... and most importantly... if you agree to my requests, an individual will meet you the day after I receive your reply. This individual is young yet incredibly strong, surpassing even the commander of the Red Shadow's first team. My final request is this: protect and mentor him during his time in Brighthold. He is the only legacy left by my sister.

That is all. I trust you'll honor this request, Thoran.

—Lucien"

Thoran finished reading, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Interesting," he muttered. "A child who even Brady can't match?" His grin widened, and soon it turned into a booming, maniacal laugh.

"Hahahaha! Fascinating. Truly fascinating. Fine! Tell Lucien I'll grant all his requests," Thoran declared, his voice filled with excitement. "But in return, he owes me a favor."

Albert nodded politely. "Understood, Lord Thoran. I'll take my leave now. Wishing you good health as always."

As he spoke, Albert's body began to dissolve into shadow, his figure fading into a dark mist until he vanished completely from Thoran's sight.

Thoran leaned back in his chair, his expression one of eager anticipation. "A legacy of Lucien's sister, huh? Let's see just how remarkable this child truly is..."

***

Two days after Tristan began teaching Gideon, the two were sparring on the training grounds, watched intently by the gathered knights. The sharp clacks of wooden swords colliding broke through the heavy silence of the spectators.

"Relax your shoulders... narrow your stance... and loosen your neck," Tristan instructed as he launched a flurry of attacks. Each strike came with a critique, forcing Gideon to adjust his posture under pressure.

Suddenly, Tristan leaped back, creating distance between them. "Here comes an attack, if you can counterattack it we will break for the day, First junior," he said, his tone challenging yet encouraging.

Gideon focused, every sense on high alert. His eyes tracked Tristan's movements as he prepared for the incoming strike. Tristan lunged, his wooden blade aimed for Gideon's head. With a swift motion, Gideon deflected the attack to his left and countered with a strike aimed at Tristan's temple.

But Tristan parried effortlessly, twisting his wrist to disarm Gideon with a simple flick of his sword. Gideon's wooden blade clattered to the ground.

"Well done, First Junior " Tristan said with a satisfied grin. "You're becoming more instinctive."

"Really? Yes!" Gideon cheered, his face lighting up with joy.

The knights watching erupted into applause, their enthusiasm genuine.

"Even though it's just practice with wooden swords, it's still thrilling to watch Tristan and young master Gideon spar," one knight commented.

"You're right. It's almost like watching them gives us clarity, like a glimpse of something extraordinary," another replied.

A third knight leaned closer, his tone conspiratorial. "Do you know what happened last night? After their first sparring match, one of the knights watching suddenly started glowing with a blue aura. He shouted, 'I'm enlightened!' Then he grabbed a wooden sword, channeled his mana into it, and unleashed a mana wave from the blade!"

The first knight raised an eyebrow. "Really? That's impressive."

The storyteller nodded fervently. "Exactly! He even yelled, 'Finally, I can infuse my mana into my sword and fire it!' That's why almost every knight with free time is here, hoping to witness their sparring matches."

"Isn't that just a coincidence?" another knight asked skeptically.

"Maybe," the storyteller admitted, "but I can feel something stirring in me. Watching them just now, it's as if something extraordinary is about to awaken inside me. I'm certain if I watch them tomorrow, I'll be enlightened too."

As Tristan walked alongside Gideon toward their room, he overheard the knights' animated conversation about "enlightenment." Curiosity piqued, he turned to Gideon.

"First junior, what exactly do they mean by 'enlightened'?"

Gideon chuckled. "It's a term we use when someone gains a new skill through understanding or revelation. There are two main ways to acquire new skills. The first is leveling up, by defeating monsters and reaching certain level, you're awarded new skill. The second way is through enlightenment, where someone comprehends the essence of a skill. This can happen by observing nature, watching battles, or being taught directly."

"Ah, so enlightenment is essentially gaining a new skill" Tristan replied thoughtfully. Then, recalling a memory, he added, "What about items or elixirs that grant new skills?"

Gideon nodded. "They exist, but they're extremely rare. Finding one is enough to trigger wars, unless it's held by someone untouchable, like a duke or a royal. Each duke, for example, possesses an artifact that grants them an additional skill."

Tristan's mind wandered to the elixir left behind by his father, the one that had granted him passive immunity to poison. He now understood the significance of such treasures and the lengths people might go to obtain them.

They reached Gideon's room, and the young lord stopped to bid Tristan farewell. "I'll see you at dinner, First Senior."

"Rest well, First Junior," Tristan replied with a small smile.

After parting ways, Tristan returned to his own room. He took a quick bath, changing into clean clothes before setting out for the dining hall.

As he walked through the dimly lit corridors, a maid approached him, bowing respectfully.

"Young Master, Lord Lucien wishes to speak with you in his office."

Tristan nodded. "Understood. I'll go to him right away."

As he turned toward Lucien's office, he thought to himself, "Could it be that Uncle has received a reply from his contact? I hope it's good news. If it is, I can finally head to Brighthold."

Tristan arrived at Lucien's office. Knock knock.

" Sir it's me, Tristan," he called out.

"Come in, Tristan," Lucien replied.

Tristan stepped into the office and stood before Lucien's desk. "Good afternoon, Uncle."

"Good afternoon, Tristan," Lucien said, smiling. "How was training today?"

"Brother Gideon is very talented. He picks up new things quickly," Tristan replied with a slight smile.

Lucien chuckled. "It's amusing to hear someone as brilliant as you call someone else talented. Haha."

Tristan smiled back before getting to the point. "So, what's the matter, Uncle? Why did you call me?"

Lucien leaned back in his chair, his smile softening. "You're as impatient as ever. Very well. I've received a reply from my letter. You're free to leave whenever you're ready."

Tristan nodded firmly. "Understood, Uncle. I'll set out tomorrow morning."

Lucien raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Wait, why the rush?"

With a serious expression, Tristan replied, "This involves the safety of humanity, Uncle. I can't afford to waste time."

Lucien let out a deep sigh. "You're right. Fine. I'll have Albert handle all the preparations for your journey."

"Thank you, Uncle. If there's nothing else, I'll head back to my room and start packing," Tristan said, bowing slightly.

"Of course. But don't forget to stop by the dining hall to say goodbye to Gideon and Sheyla before you go," Lucien reminded him with a warm smile.

"I will, Uncle. Thank you." With that, Tristan turned and left the office.

As soon as Tristan was gone, Lucien called out, "Summon Albert for me."

A nearby servant bowed and replied, "Right away, My lord."