I was born into the lordly class, but I never felt blessed for it.


    The reason is that I was born the second son of a lord.


    My brother, who was ten years older than me, already had the right to inherit the land, and I was the son of a concubine. My mother died of a bad prognosis after giving birth to my sister when I was three years old, and my father died of illness when I was ten.


    Because of this, I have spent the last few years of my life being thoroughly persecuted by my half-brother.


    The other side was the rightful lord, and I was treated as one of his vassals. I was given only half of a small village, and when it came to wars with neighboring lords, I was sent to them, even though I had not yet become an adult.


    But those unhappy days are over today.


    "Mr. Arsrod, you are in a very good mood."


    My attendant, Laviala, who dresses me, told me. I cannot wear formal clothes by myself. There are several buttons on the back.


    "I see... Raviara knows that..."


    "Of course. Raviara here has served by Master Arsrod''s side for nearly seventeen years!


    Raviara was one of the few people in my family that I had known as a child.


    She was a daughter of elven blood, which gave her pointy ears and beautiful blond hair.


    She was a nanny''s daughter, a woman who fed and nurtured me. We were the same age, so we were almost like family.


    Conversely, the fact that Raviara is a nanny-daughter exposes the weakness of my status.


    The status of elves is not very high in this land. In order to differentiate myself from my brother, who is the son of a full-brother, I was made a nanny to a man of Elvish blood. Of course I would not avoid Raviara on such grounds.


    "Today, at last, I am an adult. And I will be given a profession."


    In this country, when you grow up and become an adult, you are supposed to get a job.


    Priests can hear the voice of God and know a person''s aptitude.


    However, it does not mean that he/she can work and eat in that vocation for the rest of his/her life. In most cases, the aptitude is only a little better than the average person.


    In other words, even if a son of a farmer is told "you are a warrior by profession," it is almost impossible for him to live as a warrior with just a little bit of strong arms. Although, there are some bonuses to abilities depending on the occupation, which may be useful in case of conscription to a war.


    In the case of lords, it is unlikely that a man would stop being a lord and become a warrior because he was told that he is suited to be a warrior, and he would only aim to be a lord who is active in battle. For this reason, the professions given in temples are often referred to as "aptitude professions" and not as actual jobs.


    However, there are some very powerful professions that can affect one''s life.


    One of them is the magical swordsman.


    It is a profession that is reserved for heroes who excel in both magic and swordsmanship, and in fact, all those who built dynasties in the past had the profession of a magic swordsman.


    If I become a magic swordsman and play an active role, my brother who bullies me will have no choice but to recognize me, and if my military fame spreads, the central royal family may order me to serve them directly, even though they are leaning towards it at the moment.


    I might be able to escape from the position as the second son of a small lord who is given almost no rights and forced to fight a life-or-death war.


    Other than that, there is a chance for a wise man or a priest to leave his land by saying that he will go to the capital to study. If you become a good wise man or priest, you can play an active role using magic, so there is a good chance that my brother would approve of you.


    So it''s only natural that I''m excited.


    I''m going to become a magic swordsman.


    For this reason, I have read books on magic and trained my sword to a certain degree. I have read books on magic and trained my sword to a certain extent in order to become a magic swordsman myself.


    "As for Raviara, I would like her to become a sage and join a research institute. The Kingdom of Thirlwil is currently in the middle of a <. ....... Yes, you''re all dressed!


    Raviara came toward my front with a cheerful smile.


    "I wish we didn''t have to fight, but if we don''t, the surrounding lords will destroy us."


    The Kingdom of Thirlwil, which had existed for 300 years, was in a state of civil war as the royal family''s power weakened and lords from all over the land fought each other for land. It is commonly referred to as the . This is the reason why we have to go to war so often.


    "Whether you fight or wish for peace, there is no harm in having power, is there?


    "Yes, I am well aware of your intelligence, Mr. Arsrod. ....... Please pray for the glory that awaits you in the future, Mr. Arsrod.


    I gently patted Laviala''s head as she folded her hands and prayed for me.


    Then I went with Laviala to the temple in the territory.


    "Viscount''s brother Arsrod, I presume. Come on, come on, come on."


    Since it is the lord''s job to fund the temples in his domain, the priests'' treatment of me was not so bad.


    The old priest took me in front of a statue of a god.


    He said, "I would like you to bow your head there. And now I will tell you the occupation God has given me, Mr. Arsrod. Please keep still until I tell you to open your eyes.


    "Yes, thank you."


    I felt Laviala''s eyes watching me from a distance.


    Come on, for God''s sake, call me a magic swordsman!