One Month Later — The Awakening in France
France welcomed Keith Argus Runcandel not as a child—
But as an heir returning home.
A Month of Growth
The Runcandel estate became Keith's world.
At his request, Darius and Clara spared no expense.
The best tutors in the world were summoned:
A former IMF chief economist for finance A legendary European CEO for business strategy A cyber-warfare expert once contracted by NATO for computers and hacking A Nobel-level medical researcher for medicine
Keith absorbed everything.
With Great Sage, knowledge was no longer studied—
It was digested.
Pages turned into instinct.
Theory became execution.
And every night—
He never forgot.
Sign in.
Rewards poured in steadily:
Vast sums of dollars Ownership of a private mansion Corporate shares across Europe and Asia Piano – Intermediate Singing – Intermediate Cooking – Master Baking – Advanced
The servants whispered.
The tutors went silent in disbelief.
This wasn't talent.
This was inevitability.
The First Month Completion
That night, Keith stood alone in his private study.
Moonlight filtered through tall windows.
He inhaled slowly.
"System," he said calmly.
"Sign in."
For the first time—
The voice in his mind carried weight.
System Notice:
Congratulations, Host.
First 1-Month Sign-In Achieved.
Rewards upgraded to MAXIMUM.
Keith's heart skipped.
System Rewards:
• Yamato (Devil May Cry)
• Avalon Scabbard (Fate Series)
Silence.
Then—
Keith exhaled sharply.
"…These are absurd," he murmured.
He knew them.
Everyone who knew power—
Knew them.
Avalon — Absolute Sanctuary
The moment Keith touched the Avalon Scabbard, light wrapped around his body.
Warm.
Gentle.
Endless.
His wounds—old and new—vanished.
Fatigue dissolved.
A deep certainty filled his soul.
Absolute Defense.
Near-Immortality.
Not armor.
Not protection.
A promise.
As long as Avalon remained—
Death would hesitate.
Yamato — The Perfect Blade
Then—
Keith reached for the katana.
The moment his fingers wrapped around Yamato—
The world split.
Not physically.
Conceptually.
His stance shifted instinctively.
His breath changed.
Footwork engraved itself into muscle memory.
Vergil's movements—
Not copied.
Inherited.
Every draw.
Every cut.
Every sheathe.
Perfect.
Keith opened his eyes.
And smiled faintly.
"So this is swordsmanship," he said quietly.
He stepped into the training hall.
One slash—
The air screamed.
Not destroyed.
Separated.
Keith stopped.
Looked at the blade.
"…I'll need restraint."
The Heir Awakens
That night, as the moon rose over the Runcandel estate—
Keith Argus Runcandel stood at the crossroads of worlds:
Business and war Medicine and death Power and restraint
A boy no longer.
A ruler not yet.
And somewhere far away—
Those who once mocked him felt an inexplicable chill.
Because the dragon they insulted—
Had finished growing its claws.