The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around
Chapter 121: Cedric wants to Kill Eren

Chapter 121: Cedric wants to Kill Eren

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’He’s keeping up with Cedric’s pace... almost equally. That’s not level 2 movement.’

Elbow’s eyes narrowed further.

’could it be... he’s Level 3?’

–BOOM!

–BANG!

Each clash shook the forest ground, dust rising in waves.

While everyone was focused on the scene—what looked like an angry older brother trying to grind his younger sibling into fertilizer—Seraphina watched silently from the sidelines. Arms crossed, brow furrowed, her tail twitching in mild irritation.

"...Why isn’t he attacking?" she muttered under her breath.

From her perspective, her Master was clearly stronger than Cedric—despite the visible gap in their official levels. He had the speed, the control, and a clear view of every movement. So why hold back?

"Because doing that would just make him angrier."

Seraphina’s ears twitched at the voice beside her. She turned her head swiftly, eyes wide, as she spotted a figure standing right next to her.

"YOU—!"

Her instincts kicked in, magic flaring up as her eyes sharpened and her senses focused. The figure standing beside her was perfectly camouflaged, blending into the environment. But now, with her heightened perception, she could see it.

It was Eren.

Standing casually with his arms crossed, as if watching a play. Unbothered. Relaxed.

She turned her head back toward the battlefield and blinked in confusion.

Eren was still there—dodging Cedric’s sword.

Her head snapped between the two. Then she narrowed her eyes, sniffed the air, and focused every one of her senses on the boy fighting Cedric.

"...An illusion?" she whispered, stunned.

The real Eren was standing beside her, watching the action from a safe distance, while the one Cedric was fighting was merely an illusion clone.

"That’s interesting," Eren said softly, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "You can actually see through my illusion."

Seraphina’s breath caught as she finally noticed his usual crimson red eyes was now glowing faintly in a purple hue, indicating he was actively using magic. The magical pressure around him felt unnatural—refined. Like a spell being held together by precision and focus.

Meanwhile, back at the chaotic "battlefield," Cedric’s frustration had reached new heights. His greatsword swung with wild force, slicing through the air at high speed. He poured more and more Aura into his movements, pushing his strength to the limit—yet his annoying little brother kept dodging everything, barely avoiding each swing by a hair’s breadth.

"Tch—stop dodging, you damn brat!" Cedric snarled, his rage boiling over as his Aura surged. His movements grew even faster, more aggressive, bordering on reckless.

But the illusionary clone of Eren kept up the act, dancing around each attack with a look of mock worry and exaggerated sweat dripping down his face.

"Big bro, seriously—what’s wrong with you?" the clone said while casually flipping back mid-dodge. "We finally reunite after so long, and your first instinct is to murder me? That’s kinda messed up."

That only added fuel to Cedric’s fire.

With a furious roar, he thrust his greatsword forward and released a powerful Aura blast. The sheer force of it tore through the trees ahead, obliterating everything in its path.

But when the smoke cleared, the fake Eren was already standing several meters away, perfectly unharmed.

Cedric stood there, panting heavily, gripping his sword tight with trembling hands. His face twisted with confusion and fury.

’What the hell is going on?!How is he so different now?!’

He couldn’t understand it. Just a few months ago, Eren had been a weakling—a shut-in who locked himself in his room, pretending to be sick with some made-up illness. He was lazy, cowardly, and utterly useless. A disgrace to the Valmont family name. Yet their foolish parents blindly doted on him like some fragile little treasure.

That hypocrisy had always made Cedric sick.

And now... now that same spoiled, pathetic brother had somehow become an Awakener? A completely different person? But still has the same bored lazy expression on his face.

No. He didn’t want to believe it. He refused to believe it.

Cedric’s furious gaze locked onto Eren—still wearing that calm, mildly confused expression, like none of this was serious. Like this was all just some light workout.

The elder brother’s eyes glowed a brighter, more dangerous shade of blue as the killing intent in them sharpened.

"Hammer of burden and weight that burns my rage..."

He began to chant under his breath, the air around him starting to tremble. His Aura flared violently, wrapping around him like a storm ready to explode.

"Carry the flame of Agony and Glory..."

All around, the elite knights watching gasped in alarm. Even his Waves knight were startled by what they saw.

"The boss is casting a high-tier spell?!" one of the Waves cried out.

"Wait—Boss, stop!!" Elbow shouted, rushing forward with Seka and several others close behind, panic on their faces. They all recognized the spell very well. It wasn’t just flashy—it was devastating.

Cedric raised the greatsword high above his head, his Aura peaking, eyes locked onto Eren with nothing but pure rage.

"Iron—!"

–Tap.

But just before the spell could be triggered, a firm hand landed on his shoulder.

Cedric turned sharply, only to see Commander Gareth standing beside him with a grim expression.

"That’s enough, Master Cedric," the commander said firmly. "If you keep going... the young master might actually get hurt."

"....."

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Then—

"...Tch."

Cedric clicked his tongue in irritation, shrugged Gareth’s hand off, and turned away with a scowl. He stomped back toward his knights, handing the greatsword back to Seka without a word.

Everyone exhaled in relief.

Though the area around them was now littered with destroyed trees, cracked ground, and remnants of intense Aura clashes, at least no one had died.

"We’re leaving," Gareth announced, glancing around warily. "All this noise probably attracted nearby monsters." He said as they were deep in the Dry Forest, where high monster roam around.

The knights quickly nodded in agreement. As they began to regroup, someone finally noticed something odd—Eren was now standing next to a a little ragged, barefoot female in tattered clothing.

It took them several seconds to register it, but—

"Wait... who’s she?" Leon asked, pointing suspiciously.

"Master Eren, who is this woman?"

Only now did the rest of the knights notice the mysterious girl standing quietly beside Eren. Until now, they’d been so focused on him that her presence had gone completely ignored.

Suddenly, every knight raised their guard, eyes narrowing.

"She’s Sera," Eren said casually, unfazed by their suspicion as he introduce her.

"She’s the one who saved me and helped me escape the dungeon."

The silence that followed was almost comical.

"...Savior?"

"Dungeon?!"

Commander Gareth’s eyes widened as he grabbed Eren by the shoulders.

"Did you say dungeon? Were you imprisoned in a dungeon?!"

Eren gave him a half-lidded stare of deadpan exhaustion, the same kind of expression someone might give if asked whether they brushed their teeth in the middle of a fire.

Leon, sensing his annoyance, quickly intervened.

"Commander. Maybe we should save the questions for later."

Gareth blinked, finally noticing how disheveled and tired the young master looked.

"Ah—yes, you’re right." He cleared his throat, letting go of Eren. "We can talk later."

Eren simply gave a lazy nod and continued walking. Seraphina followed beside him without a word.

Amusingly, the elite knights formed a protective circle around Eren as they moved, all hyper-alert and watching every direction like overprotective watchdogs. Their new mission was clear: nothing was allowed to happen to the young master again.

Eren, surrounded on all sides, couldn’t help but sigh internally.

’This is way too much...’

Still, he understood. After everything that had happened, the knights clearly weren’t willing to repeat the same mistake.

And trailing a few steps behind, Cedric and his squad followed in silence—no longer storming ahead, but quietly watching.

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Half an hour later, the group arrived at the main road, where two carriages were waiting along with a few knights and their horses. The atmosphere was calm, yet guarded.

Eren, accompanied by Knight Leon and Hector, made his way toward the larger carriage and climbed in—then casually invited Seraphina to join him.

"But Master... Are you sure that’s okay?" Hector asked hesitantly. He couldn’t help but glance at Seraphina with concern. To the knights, she still looked like a suspicious commoner—her clothes were tattered, her origin unknown, and her sudden appearance was hard to trust.

Eren turned his gaze to Hector, clearly annoyed. "What, you want me to treat the person who saved my life like baggage and toss her outside?"

"N-no! That’s not what I meant!" Hector flinched, his face twitching nervously as he tried to explain.

But before he could embarrass himself further, Leon lightly tapped the hilt of his sword and stepped forward. "It’s fine. I’ll be riding inside with the young master," he said with a calm expression. Then he looked at Eren and added, "If you don’t mind?"

Eren shrugged and sank into the seat. "Do what you want."

With a small smile, Leon climbed into the carriage and sat beside Eren on the same bench. Seraphina quietly followed and took the opposite seat, not saying a word.

As instructed by her Master before, Seraphina kept completely silent—expression relaxed and unbothered, as if she didn’t care about the knights’ suspicious stares.

But that didn’t stop the knights from watching her closely. Even Leon, who now sat across from her, remained cautious. His eyes occasionally flicked toward her, trying to read her with quiet vigilance, despite her calm and almost bored demeanor.

Outside the carriage, Cedric kept his eyes fixed on it while riding his horse at a steady pace. His gaze was cold and serious, filled with doubt and calculation.

"Elbow," Cedric called out sharply.

"Yes, Boss?" came the response from his knight who was riding beside him.

"I want you and the others to investigate that woman." Cedric motioned with his chin toward the carriage, more specifically at the silver-purple-haired girl now seated with Eren.

"Understood," Elbow nodded, immediately catching the unspoken urgency in Cedric’s voice.

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(Extra Scene)

During Cedric funny chase for Eren

Cedric was swinging his massive greatsword like a berserk beast, sending shockwaves and air slashes flying wildly toward his annoying brother. Although he doesn’t know the one in front of him was a fake illusion of Eren, currently flipping and twisting through the air with impossible agility.

–SLASH!

–BOOM!

–SLASH!

–BOOM!

The fake Eren dodged every furious swing with parkour-like acrobatics—backflipping, side-rolling, twisting midair like a circus performer with a death wish, all while countering lightly with small slashes of his own.

"Stop jumping around like a damn monkey, you piece of shit!!" Cedric bellowed in raw frustration.

"Then stop coming at me like a rampaging maniac, you muscle-brained lunatic!" the fake Eren shouted back as he flipped over a swing.

The insult made a vein pop visibly on Cedric’s forehead.

"You useless trash!!"

–SLASH!

–BOOM!

"DIEEEEEE!!"

Meanwhile, far away from the illusion, the real Eren was watching the chaos unfold like a movie, casually munching on popcorn. His eyes glowed faintly with a mischievous purple light.

Next to him, Seraphina sat with a complicated expression on her face. She glanced at Eren, then back at the illusion, and muttered under her breath,

"...Your brother honestly feels more like a wild beast than a human."