The Reincarnation Of Tenth Prince

Rainard Von Olaf

Elzabhel enveloped Rainard De Holton with tenderness, radiating boundless affection, while the knight still wore a slightly rumpled cloak. Beneath the twilight's embrace, Rainard prepared for his routine journey, filling his pockets with alchemical concoctions needed for practice and selecting the weapon that would become his steadfast companion on the battlefield. His steps strode confidently along the tranquil village road, allowing his memories to frolic in the garden of beautiful recollections before returning to their grand residence for rest.

After freshening up and donning tidy attire, Rainard sat at the dining table with Count Olaf and Elzabhel, joined by Helena and Gerard, forming a warm and communal family bond among them. Count Olaf, far from the rigid noble image, embraced the people's spirit, creating a close-knit and affectionate relationship.

The following day, under the bright sunlight, Rainard prepared for a journey with Helena, accompanied by Gerard, as they walked away from the beloved village. Behind his steadfast stride, Rainard envisioned a dark future: a burning village, gates breached by enemy forces, and everything ending in ashes and bitterness. Yet amidst those shadows, the beloved faces appeared; Count Olaf, Elzabhel now gone, and Gerard, with warm smiles adorning their lips, offering unconditional support.

With a heart filled with hope, though occasionally stung by sorrow, Rainard lifted his chin, determined not to surrender to the bleak future's specter. "We can change it... We surely can... Let us fight," he whispered within.

Rainard and Helena continued their journey through winding paths in the silent forest, seeking hidden and serene training grounds known only to them. As they walked, Rainard checked his supply of healing potions hidden within the dimensional box, counting them carefully and finding around 300 bottles inside.

"Why so many potions?" Helena asked, puzzled.

"For training," Rainard replied wisely.

"But don't we usually practice by hunting monsters and fighting in the field?" Helena inquired curiously.

"No, Helena-san. This time, I want you to challenge me with all your might until I am nearly defeated, then give me these potions. Therefore, we must train in a secluded place within the forest, where we won't disturb any living creatures," Rainard explained with determination.

"Ah, you're an enigma that sparks curiosity," whispered Helena, her eyes dancing with intrigue as she traced Rainard Von Olaf's face with a captivating gaze.

"How did you delve so deep into the forbidden training methods? Where does all your knowledge spring from?"

With an aura of tranquility enveloping him, Rainard stepped closer, yet the mystery in his smile painted a subtle deceit. "I acquired those lessons through the letters that narrate wisdom, Helena," his voice flowed, delivering conviction wrapped in layers of deception.

Though suspicion gnawed at her, Helena found herself drawn to place trust in Rainard, guided by the extraordinary web of knowledge that had brought salvation to Elzabhel.

Rainard Von Olaf and Elzabhel arrived at a secluded little hut nestled within dense thickets, surrounded by mystical energies that guarded it. This place served as an oasis for travelers and traders navigating the wilderness. Their knowledge of this location wasn't merely coincidental; it stemmed from their extraordinary experiences as key players in the realms of trade and adventure.

"Where did you learn about this place?" Elzabhel asked with suspicious curiosity.

"From the pages of an intriguing book," Rainard replied innocently.

"That's impossible. I, who have roamed these woods for ages as a hunter of mystical creatures, have only just discovered the existence of this hut. Don't pretend. There couldn't possibly be records of this ancient hut here," Elzabhel retorted, her face veiled with firmness.

"Um... I mean, I heard about it from a traveling book merchant. It's true, believe me. I'm not lying. I just wanted to find a place to hone my skills," Rainard said softly.

"Alright, whatever," Elzabhel sighed deeply, resigned.

"Let's continue, Elzabhel-san," Rainard said.

He opened the dimensional chest once more, and with a graceful motion, he withdrew a massive sword that nearly matched his height. The sword felt heavy and emitted a soft hum as it touched the ground. With unwavering determination, Rainard raised the weapon and planted it firmly into the earth.

"On the thirtieth day, this sword will become an inseparable part of me. I will wield it with grace, single-handedly," he whispered to himself, full of conviction.

The training commenced with Helena instructed to attack with fervor. With nimble and graceful steps, she launched a deadly assault straight towards Rainard Von Olaf, who stood transfixed, unable to parry or evade it, resulting in severe injury. Amidst the blades of grass dancing to the whims of the wind, Helena extended her hand with gentle grace, offering a vial of potion prepared by Rainard Von Olaf, as a token of gratitude for the honest battle. Without hesitation, Rainard rose once more, life flowing back into him, and they resumed their enchanting dance of blades.

Day after day passed, and on the tenth day, the turning point began to emerge as Rainard started to display his bravery to fight back. With eyes radiating wonder, Helena felt a mix of confusion and admiration witnessing her opponent's rapid progress.

They didn't confine their training to mere sparring against each other but also battled the monsters lurking within the forest. From goblins harboring malice in their eyes, savage orcs, to soul-chilling hell bears, they successfully vanquished every threat that came their way, tracking their trails to their dark and sinister lairs. If injured, they bolstered their courage by sipping on healing potions at hand, rising once again with blazing spirits.

Moreover, under the captivating moonlight, Rainard diligently trained his physique. Running amidst the groaning trees, doing push-ups with Helena perched on his back, stretching muscles with spine-tingling sit-ups, to leaping in adrenaline-pumping jump squat exercises. As the sun rose for the twentieth time, their focus had shifted to combat. Rainard keenly observed Helena's graceful movements and honed techniques, skillfully integrating them with his swordsmanship learned during his adventures with an S-grade ranking and a knight's title.

Not only that, day and night, Rainard wielded his greatsword with finesse, performing two sets, each swing imbued with deep significance. Upon completing each set, he adorned it with a stone tied to the hilt of his sword, symbolizing the journey they had embarked on together. And when exhaustion began to loom, when his body felt unable to continue, he didn't hesitate to drink the invigorating potion that faithfully accompanied his long journey.