TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

Mrazivy as she took the amethros saber from her father’s hands looked at it with almost reverence in her eyes.

For a fighter an amethros weapon was the pinnacle of equipment one could obtain, and it was incredibly rare to obtain such a weapon.

Even the kingdom of Borealia only had four such weapons before the creation of this sword which was now the fifth.

Though as Mrazivy held the sword she wanted to start testing it out immediately but held back seeing as they were in the king’s office.

“Thank you, father, I could not ask for anything better than this. I promise to make you proud and make sure to keep Borealia and myself safe with this weapon.” Mrazivy said as gave her father a bright and genuine smile.

The king himself wore a proud satisfied grin and he looked completely like a doting father in contrast to his normal aloof and regal appearance.

After that the three of them talked about how they would try and get the guild off the track of Marcus being Irene as well, but it was difficult for them to figure anything out._.

“We will just have to do our best to keep things under wraps and prevent anymore situations where it can seem like you are the same person. Next time you are in a large-scale incident, it would be best if you did not switch forms partway through.” The king said to Marcus.

All he could do hang his head, since he had made the blunder of switching his form around in the middle of the battle against the Dread Burrower.

“Now I have other things that I must attend to soon. So, if there is nothing else that either of you need, it is time for this meeting to come to a close.”

However, while the king expected the two of them to depart without any further issues, Marcus had something else that he needed to be address.

“Actually, your majesty, there is something else that I would like to speak with you about.” Marcus said with a serious expression.

The king, a little surprised raised an eyebrow and nodded his head towards Marcus to continue.

“I doubt you have heard this, but my little sister got suspended from the royal academy for roughing up one of the professors. However, she did it during a match with her combat instructor professor, Rathin Finderne and it was him who claimed she assaulted him without prompting. It has been very stressful for her, especially since she had been doing her best in class to not show off her high level and stats.” Marcus said explaining the situation.

The king taking an interest in this asked Marcus for more information, and when he told the king what Lilia’s level and stats where he was left flabbergasted.

“You got your thirteen-year-old sister to over level forty and even gave her a unique skill!” The king shortly loudly upon learning this

It was practically unheard of for someone to put that much investment into a child. They normally did not have the maturity or stomach to fight hard enough to get anywhere near that level.

Of course, it was possible to power level them by just having them throw a rock at a high-level beast or monster before killing it, but then they would have only a high level and no skills which were honestly more important.

Except that was not what Marcus had done. He had put his little sister though some intense training, and even thrown her into a dungeon where he allowed monsters and beasts to nearly kill her in order for her to get experience.

“You do know that the average graduate of the academy is around level fifteen, and that even noble prodigies normally only reach just around level twenty-five. Even among the personnel at the academy I could count the number at or above level forty on one hand. Your sister is probably already stronger than anyone else at the academy. What possessed you to force such a young girl to get that strong?” The king said with an exasperated tone in his voice.

But as Marcus explained the situation around Lilia, the king could not hold it against him for pushing Lilia to get stronger.

“So can you help us out and get Lilia’s suspension voided and reprimand that professor for me?” Marcus asked once he could see that the king was no longer enraged.

“Yes, I can do that, but it will not solve the underlying problem.” The king said with a sigh.

Hearing this Marcus was taken aback wondering what this problem was.

At first, he thought that the king was hinting at Lilia being too high level to fit in at the academy, but that was not it.

“Professor Rathin’s family is a subordinate to Duke Scriven. I received a report about what happened between you and his first son at the Sublime Fantasia. I imagine that this is likely some form of payback since they had no real way to target you personally.”

The king then went onto elaborate that Algernon; Duke Scriven’s son had been looking for ways to strike back against Marcus after his humiliation.

Unfortunately for him, Marcus was not so easy to deal with in either of his personas.

As Irene it was known he was a high level and quite powerful, so a direct attack was unlikely to work.

Normally this would mean that Algernon would try targeting Marcus’ place of business, but there was no way he could do anything against the Blazegram Forge since they were the best in the kingdom.

Other people were not going to stop buying the best weapons and armor they could just because one noble, even a high ranking one, was throwing a tantrum.

This left Algernon with only to option to cause Marcus indirect pain through Lilia at the academy with his connections.

“I see. I thought that maybe he had learned his lesson and decided to grow since he did not try anything against me, but I appear to have been wrong.” Marcus said as the air around him became heavy and full of malice.

He could take people directing their hate at him much better than at those he cared about, and now he was feeling a great amount of fury towards the one that had harmed Lilia.

“Your majesty if you could deal with the professor at the academy and get Lilia’s suspension voided, I will make sure that something like this does not happen again.” Marcus said with a venomous smile.

Even the king momentarily shuddered at this, and his guard inched a bit closer and tensed up on his weapon in the face of Marcus’ rage.

“Very well I can do this seeing as you have done much for this kingdom, but I ask that you not kill or leave any permanent scars on Duke Scriven’s son. Also, if you leak any evidence back to yourself, even I will not be able to do anything to help you. And it will be your sister that suffers the most.”

Nodding his head Marcus understood what the king meant.

If anything solid linked back to his identity as Irene, it would be easy enough for Marcus just to abandon the persona, but Lilia did not have such a convenient ability.

“Do not worry, I am quite good at leaving no traces.”