Chapter 212 - The wheel of fate turns

While Ren was trying to gain the experience of his past incarnations Harold was having a serious conversation with someone. He was outside the city's perimeter and behind him was his trusted butler Oliver. 

"What do you mean!" Harold shouted at the person in front of him. 

"Are you deaf, or are you simply stupid? Fine then, I will say it again. You are no longer needed." The person in front of Harold spoke in a mocking tone. 

"How am I not needed!? It is I who created this plan! It is I who had gathered everyone! It is I who has found the ancestor! Tell me how am I not needed?!" Harold was filled with bloodl.u.s.t as he looked at the person in front of him. 

"First off that plan you created would have been a full-on success if not for you. Those you have gathered and sent to each strategic places have already done their jobs or in the progress in completing them. In fact, the Serbek Kingdom is pretty much ours at this point. Now all you needed to do was to take control of the newly independent city of New Grenton. Yet even such a small task you weren't even able to do properly. Well, it's not like we truly needed New Grenton to capture the Reschbeauch Kingdom. As for that supposed ancestor, aren't you just going crazy? The brat might be strong but he's nowhere near strong enough to be our ancestor, plus he's human." The person talking to Harold shrugged its shoulders. 

"You dare!" No longer able to hold it in, Harold exploded in rage as he attacked the shadow before him. As the projection of the man disappeared after the attack Harold heard his voice echoing in his ear. 

"Well, if you do a good enough job, maybe we might allow you to come back." Hearing the shadow person's mocking voice made Harold clench his fist in anger unable to do anything else.

...

Lance Resteti was having a headache as he found out more about the truth of the incident with the Kirche family. Initially, he thought that it was going to be a simple affair, looking for the culprit and weeding out the rotten roots within his family. Yet as he looked into the circ.u.mstances regarding the initiator of the situation, Lance found a lot of irregularities. 

A few days before he found out the source of those irregularities. A demon or maybe it was more correct to say a person with a demon lineage had infiltrated his family. No one even noticed that this person wasn't part of the Resteti family and accepted that person fully. Lance wasn't sure if the people surrounding said person were charmed, hypnotized, or are being controlled in a different way, it was also possible that they were just stupid enough to be bribed. Still, after capturing the demon, Lance wasn't able to extract much information since the demon committed suicide. 

Now knowing a piece of the conspiracy happening inside his family's inner circle, Lance clicked his tongue in annoyance. He could easily purge every single member of his family, but that would cause a new set of problems. So he needed to figure out which ones were the demons conspirators and which ones were not. 

'Damn this! I'm already late in meeting master Ren... Though I did tell him I'll go once I'm done cleaning up. I got no choice I'll just send him a message about what's happening here. When I find those fools that came to mess with me I will strip them n.a.k.e.d and hang them on my walls.' 

After deciding what to do next Lance felt like his headache was getting worse. 

...

In Carto Village, a happy couple was playing with a newborn child. 

"Shouldn't we tell Ren about this already?" Milly asked Matias as she held onto their newborn child.

"You know our son he's a very busy man. But I guess he would be happy to know that he has a baby brother." Matias had a happy smile on his face. He was so happy that he was blessed with two sons, the first was a powerful son fit for battle. Now he wished that this son to be of the intellectual type, well either way as long as he grows up happy then it's alright. 

"Fine let's travel to New Grenton and tell him in person." Hearing Matias's suggestion Milly couldn't help but become excited.

"Really! You hear that Kurt you're finally going to meet your big brother." 

...

In the Serbek Kingdom in the council room above the mage's tower, two individuals were talking alongside five spectral forms. 

"Have you told Harold about our decision?" 

"Yeah, I just had a conversation with him using my shadow. He took it better than I expected." 

"I see... Still, I'm a bit worried about the guy he claims to be our ancestor the Supreme Demon." 

"That's just the ramblings of a lunatic nothing more. I'm more interested in the village that wiped out the unit the Serbek Kingdom sent to attack the Reschbeauch Kingdom."

"Who cares, it's just a bunch of humans killing each other." 

"Well, we do plan to rule over those humans. So if they keep on killing each other who are we to rule?" 

"That's why we should quickly take over so that the stupid humans can be guided in the right direction." 

"So who's going to deal with the Warrior King Willmont?" 

"Oh right, now that Harold is out of the picture, no one's assigned to deal with that human king." 

"Well, I'm getting bored after beating that supposed Grand Mage of this kingdom. I want to see if the Warrior King is any better." 

"Nah, I heard that the Warrior King and the Grand Mage are of equal strength. That's why both the Reschbeauch Kingdom and the Serbek Kingdom haven't gone in all-out war since both sides have a trump card ready to be played."

"That's disappointing to hear... Oh, I got it! After I kill the Warrior King, how about I test that supposed ancestor of ours. I have heard some rumors here and there that guy is supposedly exaggeratedly strong. Heck, he even tricked Harold into thinking his our esteem ancestor the Supreme Demon, so his strength must be the real deal. Now I'm getting a bit excited, I wonder what kind of faces they would make when I rip apart their pride and torture them until they beg for death." The person who was speaking was showing a very aroused face right now which made its companions shrug their shoulders, sigh, or look at the person in disgust.