My Revenge Against God！(English version)

1 peaceful daily life

Clack. Clack. Thud.

From the direction of the garden, sharp, dry sounds of wood striking against wood echoed without pause.

It was the familiar sound of training—my older brother and my father crossing swords.

Whenever I heard this sound, it was my signal that morning had come.

I wanted to stay warm in bed a little longer, but my brother had already been awake, training hard.

I could not be the only one sleeping forever.

Throwing off the blanket with all my strength, I forced my upper body upright.

Not even thirty seconds had passed since I woke up, and my head was still not working properly.

As I looked around drowsily, the morning sunlight streamed in through the window, sparkling as it reflected off the glass.

On the table, several magic books I had been reading the night before were stacked.

I got out of bed and opened the small window in my room.

From the garden below, I could hear shouts of “Ha!” “Ya!” “Huh!”

My brother was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

He looked like he was already struggling.

My father, however, appeared calm and composed, not even slightly out of breath.

He dodged each thrust with ease and smoothly deflected every swing of the sword, his expression untroubled.

Watching his steady movements once again made me realize just how strong my father was.

—Hang in there, big brother…!!

I silently sent him my encouragement.

After jumping back once to create distance,

as if responding to my support, my brother began to wrap both his sword and his body in magical power.

Seeing this, my father’s expression instantly turned serious, and he took a stance to meet the attack.

Before long, having finished concentrating his magic, my brother held his sword beside his face

and slowly pointed the tip toward my father.

The wooden sword, saturated with magic to its limit, glowed blue,

while his body emitted a faint green light.

A north wind blew, shaking the trees in the garden.

After a while, even that rustling ceased.

In the next instant, my brother stepped forward at blinding speed, closing the distance in a flash.

My father received the sword head-on.

With a sharp cracking sound, the two wooden swords collided, locking together.

Neither of them retreated an inch, their gazes clashing fiercely.

Then my father skillfully deflected the attack and, using the momentum of his rotating sword,

delivered a powerful blow to my brother’s dominant arm.

“Owwwwww!?”

The wooden sword slipped from my brother’s right hand and fell to the ground.

He rolled around, screaming pitifully.

—Still not good enough.

My father said this as he looked down at him with a somewhat proud expression.

Wasn’t that a bit too much?

I was the one who had to heal my brother with recovery magic every morning.

As I was about to close the window, a cold wind blew into the room.

Beyond the garden stretched a vast sea of golden, rippling wheat fields and a clear blue sky reaching upward.

Now fully awake, I made sure the window was locked before leaving the room.

Another day—gotta do my best!

◆◆◆

The hallway creaked as I walked along it, and I stomped noisily down the stairs on purpose.

I wanted my mother, who was downstairs, to notice me.

In the kitchen next to the living room, my mother was busily chopping carrots.

“Good morning, Licht.”

She stopped her hands and smiled gently at me.

I returned the greeting with a smile.

Lately, healing my brother had become my job, since my mother was busy preparing breakfast.

“It looks like Father beat big brother up pretty badly again, so I’m going to heal him,”

I said, and then opened the door and went out into the garden.

◆◆◆

Beside the house, I pressed my weight down on the handle of the hand pump attached to the well,

drawing cold well water into a bucket.

Scooping the water with my hands, I splashed my face again and again.

After scrubbing it dry with the handkerchief in my pocket, I felt refreshed.

Next, I filled two wooden mugs to the brim and handed them to my father and brother.

“Licht, you’re always so thoughtful. Thank you.”

My father thanked me briefly, tilted the mug, and gulped down the water.

As for my brother…

“Morning, Licht! More importantly, hurry up and fix my right arm already!

It’s bent in a weird direction—there’s no way it’s not broken! Owwwww!”

He pleaded with teary eyes. I felt a little sorry for him.

When I shot a glare at my father, who was pretending not to notice, he quickly looked away.

“Hey now, Eifer. If you collapse from a hit like that, you’ll never make it into the knight order.”

My father suddenly doubled down and provoked him further.

At least apologize first… Well, I kind of understood his feelings.

According to what my mother had told me, my brother’s knight order selection exam was only a month away.

It made sense that my father’s training had grown intense—

I understood that, but still!

When I examined my brother’s right arm, I found that it wasn’t broken,

but the bone was cracked and the joint had dislocated.

Sighing, I cast healing magic and restored it.

“Thanks, Licht. You always save me.”

“Or you could just get stronger,” my father said flatly.

He really showed no mercy at all.

I wish he’d go a little easier…

◆◆◆

By the time I finished healing, my body felt heavy.

That was only natural—I had used a lot of magic.

When I returned inside, breakfast was already set.

Carrot soup in bowls, dark rye bread, and sheep’s milk were laid out on the table.

After confirming that all four of us were seated, my father began the pre-meal prayer.

It was, apparently, to remind us not to forget gratitude for the blessings given by the god who created the world.

I didn’t really understand such complicated things.

For that matter, did God really exist?

The rye bread was a bit hard.

I tore it with my hands and soaked it in the soup to soften it just right.

My father and brother hurriedly stuffed their mouths with bread and soup,

then declared they were heading back to training and rushed outside together.

That left just my mother and me at the table.

During this time, we always talked about many things.

She always listened to me kindly.

Today, I told her in detail about how hard the healing had been earlier,

the magic I learned last night, and my impressions of the books I had borrowed from the study.

After finishing the meal, I took the initiative to help with the dishes.

My mother chanted a spell toward the bowls and mugs in the wooden box.

“O divine power, dwell here. Grant me your strength now—Cleansing Magic.”

In an instant, most of the dishes were shining clean.

Next was my turn. I chanted toward the cup in front of me.

“O divine power, dwell here. Grant me your strength now—Cleansing Magic.”

The food scraps that had clung to the cup vanished completely.

“Finished!”

“Finished!”

We completed the dishwashing quickly and exchanged a smiling high-five.

Cleansing magic was the first beginner spell my mother taught me when I turned five.

It was useful for washing dishes, cleaning water areas, doing laundry,

and even when toilet paper ran out.

Using it directly on one’s own backside, however, caused stinging for a while,

so it was strictly a last resort.

Five years had already passed since I first learned magic.

I had continued mastering many spells.

Now I could use healing magic, water magic, fire magic, wind magic, earth magic, and many other attributes.

“You really learn so quickly,” my mother said.

Whenever I mastered a new spell, she was always as happy as if it were her own achievement.

I wanted to learn many more amazing spells and make her even happier.

That had become my motivation lately.

After brushing my teeth, I asked my mother’s permission and returned to my room upstairs.

Today and tomorrow were holidays, with no farm work.

I could devote plenty of time to studying and practicing magic.

I opened the magic book I had been reading the night before and resumed studying.

According to my mother, this book contained instructions for one hundred beginner spells,

and mastering all of them would make one a full-fledged mage.

Following the same approach as before, I began working on the hundredth spell—the final one in the book.

It was a barrier spell.

So this was defensive magic—my first time.

My mother said it had taken her an entire year to master it when she was young.

It had to be difficult.

Would I be able to do it?

—No. I’ll do it. I’ll succeed and make Mom happy!

I encouraged myself and stared hard at the magic book.

Magic was like eating a meal.

Chanting was like a fork and knife—tools for cutting a steak on a plate into a fixed shape.

One used chanting to divide one’s magical power and shape it into a usable form.

But that alone wasn’t enough.

To become a true mage, one had to activate magic instantly without chanting.

“If you’re attacked by a monster and stop to chant, you’ll die,”

my mother always said.

That was why I needed to repeatedly train until the image of the spell was engraved into my body,

so magic could be activated quickly and accurately without chanting.

Still, first things first.

I had to see whether I could activate the barrier spell with chanting.

“O divine power, dwell here. Grant me your strength now—Defensive Barrier!”

At the moment of chanting, a semi-transparent, hemispherical membrane of magical power formed around me,

about one meter in radius.

—Did it work, at least?

The membrane was pale blue and looked sturdy.

When I lightly touched it, the tip of my finger was slightly cut.

I experimented by maintaining the shape, changing its thickness, and altering its position.

After a while, my vision began to blur, and my consciousness started fading.

Probably magical exhaustion.

Barrier magic consumed a great deal of power.

It was difficult.

I clearly needed more practice.

—I’ll practice a lot and succeed next time!

Thinking that, I let my consciousness slip away.

◆◆◆

In the garden, my husband and Eifer continued their training.

I sat by the fireplace, reading a book on medicinal herbs.

—Thud.

A sound came from upstairs, as if something had fallen.

What could that be?

Worried, I called out to Licht.

“Licht, are you alright?”

No matter how long I waited, there was no response.

Anxious, I ran upstairs and knocked on his door, but still no answer.

“I’m coming in—wait, what!?”

I rushed into the room and found Licht collapsed on the floor.

Thank goodness—there were no visible injuries.

“Magical exhaustion, perhaps… He really does push himself.”

If he slept in a place like this, he would catch a cold.

At least I should move him to the bed—

—Bang.

When I reached out to lift him, my hand was repelled by something.

What was this?

My eyes fell on the magic book on the desk.

He had been reading the section on barrier magic.

At that moment, I realized the truth.

—That can’t be possible.

Barrier magic consumed an enormous amount of magical power.

Even I could barely maintain it for a minute.

Yet this child had been sustaining it for nearly five minutes,

at an unbelievable density and range.

—This is impossible… What does this mean?

“Licht! Are you alright!? Wake up!”

As I called out again, the barrier dissolved silently.

If this power was real…

Holding him and laying him on the bed, I prayed quietly.

—Oh God, please watch over this child.

This child will surely grow up to become a hero who saves the world from the demons.

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多読用にでも使っていただけたら幸いです。単語数は1990語、約2000語なので
wpm150を目指すなら約13～14分程度で読んでいってください。