A Top Assassin Reincarnates as a Noble

Chapter 8: The Book of Rosiel

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Chapter 8: The Book of Rosiel

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. I turned four years old, like my sister was. I was slightly taller than her, about 90 centimeters tall.

Without needing anyone to carry me, I could go anywhere I want at home.

Of course, I wouldn’t go to dangerous places because I knew that this body didn’t have enough strength to keep up with my brain to avoid danger.

There were many safe places.

Like the study I’m in now.

Because of the knowledge imparted by the goddess, I could read the language of this country without much effort.

I was looking for a book on magic. Just like my sister used to, I wanted to see if I had any talent for magic.

After walking past three rows of bookshelves, I found a thick volume of Julius’s Magic Notes on the bottommost shelf.

I used all my strength to pull it out, hoping that it was the book I was looking for. At least it had to accurately record the names of other magic books so that I wouldn’t have to look for a needle in a haystack in the vast library.

“Magic is infinite. It should not only be passed down, it should also be created. When the first Holy Archmage, Rosiel, wrote the Book of Rosiel, she definitely did not wish to see the Mages of later generations worshipping her chanting as a holy scripture and being unwilling to change it at all. This is the sorrow of all Mages.”

This was the text on the first page of the book. The black notes were still clearly visible, but they were slightly yellowed by the ravages of time.

Rosiel.

The first Holy Archmage.

Did she create all the magic in this world?

Based on the description in this passage, I could probably imagine that this was a forbidden book. Julius, who had written it, had probably been persecuted to death by the Mages.

No matter what era it was, doubting the mainstream and questioning absolute authority would not be allowed.

This book might be an out-of-print.

At this thought, I became more and more interested in reading on.

“May the protection of the winds bless me, and the power of the gales appear here.”

I closed my eyes and held out my right hand.

I read out the first spell recorded in the book.

It was an incantation relating to wind-elemental magic, a quote from the Book of Rosiel.

The owner of the book tried to make a few changes to the magical incantation to see if the magic would still work, but she failed this time.

However, as an orthodox magic incantation from the Book of Rosiel, my chant shouldn’t bring anything bad.

Unfortunately.

Nothing happened with my first chant.

“May the protection of the winds bless me, and the power of swiftness appear here.”

I repeated myself, but I still didn’t feel anything strange happening to my body.

Could it be that I don’t have wind-attribute magic?

With this thought in mind, I increased my speed and tried to find another type of incantation.

After flipping through a few pages, I found that the book was filled with incantations relating to wind magic.

I realized that Miss Julius must be a Wind Mage.

So I closed the book, put it back where I’d found it, and started looking for any sign of the Book of Rosiel

Since all the magic in the later generations came from this first-generation Holy Archmage, this book should have a record of all the magic incantations.

Julius’s unconventional idea of trying to create new magic using the foundation of old magic interested the reincarnated me greatly, but if I couldn’t use magic, I’d have to read it like a magic novel.

Soon.

I found the Book of Rosiel in the most prominent spot on the shelf. It was equally thick. To take it down, I needed to climb the ladder.

This would have taken three-year-old me a lot of effort, but fortunately, it fell successfully and did not hit me.

“Oh pure protection of water, answer the call of the sincere. Descend here.”

…

“Oh scorching truth, answer me with fire, illuminate this endless darkness!”

…

“Oh the power of ice that lies dormant in your heart, shatter! Pierce our enemies!”

…

I awakened my magic using the incantations recorded in the book. After chanting the incantations relating to the four attributes of wind, water, fire, and ice, I received no response.

At this moment.

I felt a little flustered. Do I not have the talent to learn magic?

My mother is a Great Mage, and my sister is a once-in-two-hundred-years magic genius. And I, who was born in this family, is actually unable to learn magic?

This was too ridiculous.

I flipped to the incantation for thunder magic in the book, but hesitated.

I did not know if I should continue to try.

If I really couldn’t awaken my magic, then the only thing I could rely on were the assassination techniques of the Reinhardt Family and from my previous life.

Perhaps there was also the goddess who would appear at any time.

But can I still meet her requirements if I can’t use magic?

I’m not sure.

The only thing I was sure of was that I had to start honing my assassination skills as early as possible to make up for the fact that I might not be able to awaken my magic.

“Will, what are you doing here?”

Father’s voice came from behind.

“Father.”

“The Book of Rosiel? Do you want to become a Mage so early like Jennifer?”

“Father… I don’t seem to have the potential to become a Mage. I’ve tried four magic chants, but I didn’t get a response…”

I was very disappointed.

This was a feeling that I would never have felt in my previous life. Even personally witnessing the President’s betrayal didn’t make me feel so terrible.

This feeling was very strange. I had already decided not to be sad and focus on assassination techniques.

Father’s question made me feel exceptionally uncomfortable.

Perhaps.

The love from my parents and siblings had unknowingly changed me too much.

“Will, there’s no need to be sad. Magic power varies from person to person. Some people will awaken their talents early on, and some people will need to be older to know. When you’re a little older, you can try again. Even if you really can’t awaken your magic power, it doesn’t matter. The Reinhardt family doesn’t need magic to deal with our enemies.”

My father stroked my head, his tone calm and natural. He took the book from my hand and put it back on the shelf. Then he said, “When you’re a little older, I’ll tell you the true secret of the Reinhardt family.”

“Okay.”

Father won’t know

that I already knew the family’s biggest secret. What I lacked and wanted to learn was the Reinhardt family’s unique assassination techniques.

“Father, you just said that the Reinhardt Family can defeat our enemies without magic. Is there anything I can learn now?”

I asked.

In this world of swords and magic, to be able to assassinate an enemy without magic undoubtedly required more effort.

Although I didn’t know the exact methods, I was certain of one thing. Physical techniques that far exceeded those of ordinary people were indispensable.

From now on, I should be able to try learning the Reinhardt Family’s physical techniques.

“Will, since you’re asking, I’m going to teach you some tricks that you can do, starting tomorrow.”