When I Reincarnated I Was a Soldier?!
The Man Known as The Red Grim Reaper
04 – Award
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I lay down to think.
(Well, I'm a former Japanese, aren't I? I've never heard of an Achilles' heel in this world)
Pat, real name Patrick Rigsby.
The third son of a baronial family in the western frontier of the Mentar Kingdom. In this world, a person comes of age at 15 years old. The third son was not like the eldest son who would inherit the family; neither was he like the second son who would be used as a spare or as a son-in-law to establish ties with other families. Well, there were not many families that would take a son-in-law, so one second son should be enough. Therefore, there was no demand for third sons and beyond. If this were a daughter, there would be a demand for a daughters-in-law.
And so, the third son, Patrick, joined the Royal Army as soon as he came of age.
This was the pattern for most aristocratic families from the third son onward.
(The eldest and second sons of Baron Rigsby are the children born from his legal wife. I'm the son of a concubine. Well, it's accurate to say that I was kicked out of the house. My mother passed away from an illness two years ago. But that house is a collection of scumbags anyway. Father only cares about collecting taxes from the territory, the eldest son is a pretentious incompetent; the second son is a burly macho, and the legal wife is a swine who only cares about jewelry.)
(I'm glad I joined the army and no one is cursing me anymore.)
(Because I was the only one with black hair and eyes, so they called me the devil's child, and the like; or because I was so skinny, I didn't have Rigsby's blood in me, and the like; or that I was a cursed child, and the like. It would seem that they could call me and beat me up as they pleased. No wonder mother was stressed and became ill after living in a house like that.)
(Well, including my Japanese memories, I don't want to remember any of it. So let's do our best as a soldier and live leisurely.)
"Patrick Rigsby has awakened!"
Wayne reported to the captain.
"Um-hum, thanks for the report! You may leave."
"Yes!"
"But wasn't that the new recruit, Patrick Rigsby? He's got some guts." The second-in-command said to the captain.
"Isn't he the third son of the Rigsby family? I didn't have high hopes for him, but he's quite good. I thought that family was just a bunch of burly men with no guts."
"If I'm not mistaken, didn't both the first and second son apply for discharge from the army in less than three months?"
"The first son lasted one month. The second son lasted two months, I think."
"One month is not even the end of training, right?"
"Yeah, he ran off to sleep in a tent during field training."
"About that, what else is there to say?"
"The second son finished his training, but because he was a coward, he ran away just before the actual battle."
"I would have liked it if they had an ounce of the third's son decency."
"Good grief!"
"What will you do about Patrick Rigsby's reward?"
"He's a sergeant now, isn't he?"
"Yes, sir. Coming from a high aristocratic family, a sergeant at the end of training is the minimum standard."
"Five gold pieces and a promotion to Master Sergeant should be enough."
"Yes! That would suffice, sir."
"After that, three gold pieces for Wayne and ten silver pieces for the other soldiers seem adequate."
"Understood sir!"
Author’s Note: Next, it might be a brief exposition chapter.