Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~

Reincarnated Devil’s Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~

Chapter 13 Warrior who lost his eyesight

Did he just say he wants a slave as strong as himself?

No, certainly having someone of that caliber would be preferable, but that’s rather harsh.

Ars may appear to be just a three-year-old, but his combat prowess has already reached the level of a battalion commander in the knight order of a major nation, or slightly weaker.

To give you an idea of how strong that is, if he were willing to take mutual damage, he could single-handedly destroy a small town.

In terms of adventurer classes, he’s around a high B, close to an A among the ranks of S, A, B, C, D, E, F, with A being the strongest condition. Considering that the former A-class adventurer in the pioneer village has declined to C-class due to age, and the captain of the Holy Knight Squadron is considered B-class, you can understand how extraordinary he is.

Yes, Ars can surpass even that captain of the Holy Knight Squadron who once ravaged the pioneer village in solo combat.

In this world where there are powers like magic that didn’t exist on Earth, the disparity in individual strength is significant. Being A-class here is akin to being a quasi-hero class, representing unquestionable strength.

So, if they’re asking for a slave of that quasi-hero class or slightly weaker, they might as well ask for Elsa herself to be prepared.

Elsa is close to S-class, so she’s more like a quasi-hero with one foot in the realm of heroes.

There’s no way they’d have slaves of that caliber just lying around.

And yes, there was a time when I thought such things too.

“Yes, certainly. While I may not fully understand matters of combat, if they meet Master Ars approval and are capable of serving Lord Kakyu above all else, there’s no one else but that individual.”

“They exist! Please, introduce them to me!”

“Understood. Please wait a moment. Hey, you. Bring that person here.”

“Huh?! That slave!? Uh, no! I’ll prepare it right away!”

Wait, they exist?!

The conversation wrapped up so smoothly it makes me want to shout. I always knew he was a talented merchant from the start, but I never expected him to be able to provide personnel so conveniently.

Is it the merit of Mr. Sebas, the merchant, or is Ars just unreasonably lucky? Probably the latter…

Since the time I picked up Ars as a baby, he’s always had incredibly good luck. It feels like he possesses a forceful luck that’s loved by the world itself.

After a while, Mr. Sebas, the shop owner, called over an employee, and shortly after, a slave was brought before Ars.

Not guiding him to a private room and not giving him VIP treatment like before probably comes from a dual purpose: to avoid exposing the three-year-old Ars to slaves in poor condition, and to reassure that this slave doesn’t have a dangerous background like Elsa’s.

No matter how skilled a merchant may be, as a slave trader, there’s bound to be a variety of individuals, from those missing limbs to those lacking the will to live, to those dangerous ones without proper discipline. It would be too stimulating for Ars to be directly guided through that shop.

Truly, that old man is quite considerate.

“This here is the finest slave we currently have available in our shop. What do you think, Master Ars?”

“Wow… He’s so big! He’s so muscular!”

“…”

Appearing before them was a towering giant, easily exceeding two meters in height. His body was sculpted like steel, and even in a relaxed state, there was no flaw in his demeanor. Undoubtedly, he was a top-tier warrior.

However, that would be if he still had his vision, but…

“Hahaha. Yes, indeed, he’s muscular, Master Ars. He’s very strong. If we were to classify him by adventurer standards, he’d easily be a solid A-class, perhaps even reaching S-class.”

“Wow, that’s amazing! He’s definitely stronger than me!”

“I see, I see. That fits your preferences, and I’m glad to hear that. However…He lost his vision due to a curse he received in the past.”

With this final addition, Mr. Sebas smiled as he gazed at Ars through the narrowed gaps of his eyes without letting his guard down.

…I see.

Mr. Sebas is probably testing Ars, I suppose.

First and foremost, with my power, I can somehow restore his vision. Even if not, it’s unthinkable to overlook such a formidable individual. Even if the curse turns out to be more troublesome than expected, the decision to purchase him is already made.

But how would Ars react, unaware of such circumstances? Perhaps he might hesitate.

Of course, that would be a valid response. And choosing not to buy this slave is also a valid option. The decision-making authority lies with Ars, who was tasked with this errand and actually negotiated.

In this transaction, there is simply no room for failure. However…

“Of course, I’ll buy him! How much is he? And besides my parents, he’s the first person I’ve seen who’s overwhelmingly stronger than me! I guess I still have a long way to go! Just as Dad said, there are amazing people in the world…!”

“I see… You’ve decided immediately.”

“…”

With unwavering joy and admiration, even after receiving the explanation, Mr. Sebas nodded deeply, while the warrior slave was inwardly shaken.

Well, I expected it to turn out like this.

“Haha, as expected of my son. Truly, this child is a genius!”

“What are you saying, husband? That’s going a bit overboard with parental pride. Please stay focused.”

Well, Elsa, you’re the one who can’t hide your excitement, huh? You’re even pumping your arms…

Also, please stop unconsciously pulling on my ears while you listen to the conversation; it hurts…

“Elsa, it hurts a bit.”

“Ars! My Ars! That’s my boy, just as I believed!”

“I guess I can’t hear that…”

Well, whatever.