Reincarnated as the third son of the Duke

Chapter 77 77 A Gift Worth a Kingdom

77 A Gift Worth a Kingdom

"Adamantium."

The king of all metals, the strongest material known to man.

Even the tiniest trace of it drastically increased a weapon's durability. Because of its rarity and astronomical cost, William had never even dreamed of possessing such an item in his past life.

"Your eyes are as wide as a rabbit's," Sigmund mused, amused.

"Anyone would react the same upon hearing adamantium was used. Are you certain I can accept this?"

"Of course. You're heading into battle in my stead. If your weapon were subpar and put you in danger, it would be disgraceful. Besides..."

Sigmund trailed off and signaled to the servants.

With practiced movements, they set down the armor and its display stand.

A suit of armor, masterfully crafted, lay before William—white and blue blending seamlessly in a design that was both elegant and imposing.

"In battle, armor is more important than a weapon," Sigmund said, his voice steady. "Take this along with your sword."

William's fingers ran across the polished surface, tracing the subtle engravings that hinted at the craftsmanship behind it. The more he examined it, the more impressed he became.

But something was off.

"It looks exceptional," William admitted, "but it's just the breastplate. Where's the rest?"

Sigmund didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped forward and personally helped William into the armor. The metal felt unnaturally light against his frame, but there was an undeniable strength to it.

William had barely finished fastening the straps when Sigmund spoke again.

"Now, circulate your mana."

William blinked.

"Here? Now?"

"You don't need to go through a full circulation," Sigmund clarified. "Just channel some energy to the center of your chest."

William hesitated.

Why was his father asking him to do this? It was just a breastplate. What would mana circulation do?

Still, he complied.

The moment his mana gathered at the core of the armor, the metal shifted.

Schhhrk—

William's breath caught as the breastplate expanded.

The transformation was instant. Segments of armor unfolded like liquid steel, flowing across his body. Metal wrapped around his arms, legs, fingers—even his head.

Yet despite its rapid expansion, it moved seamlessly. Not once did it catch on his skin or hair.

In less than ten seconds, the simple breastplate had become a full suit of armor.

Sigmund shook his head.

"No. It's just... a feeling."

A pause.

"Some might call it nonsense, but every time something catastrophic was about to happen, I felt the same way."

William remained silent.

His father's intuition was rarely wrong.

And yet, something else weighed on Sigmund's mind.

His gaze locked onto William's, sharp and unreadable.

"Your request for full command over your forces—it's been bothering me as well."

William tensed.

Sigmund's stare didn't waver.

"You weren't asking because you wanted glory."

His voice was calm, yet piercing.

"You looked like a man who had already accepted the risks—and was merely seeking permission to walk into them."

William kept his expression neutral.

"I'm not a seer, Father. I can't predict the future."

Sigmund studied him for a moment longer. Then, finally, he sighed and nodded.

"Of course. Regardless, it's never a bad thing to be well-prepared before heading into battle. Keep the armor and use it wisely. And remember—this isn't a loan. It's a gift. You don't need to return it."

William exhaled slowly.

"Thank you, Father. I will never forget this."

"Forget it," Sigmund snorted. "We are father and son. Just come back alive. That's all I ask."

His gaze darkened slightly.

"And don't take unnecessary risks. Glory is meaningless if there's no one left to enjoy it."

William chuckled.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Sigmund gave a final nod before turning and walking away, his entourage following behind him.

Yet even as he left, his gaze flickered back toward William several times, as if still uneasy.

As soon as his father disappeared from sight, Hans—who had been standing nearby in stunned silence—burst forward.

"Young Master! Just when did you become His Grace's favorite?" His eyes gleamed with excitement. "An adamantium sword and a Mage Armor? Even Lord Tristan hasn't received anything like this!"

William merely smirked.