Chapter 689

Chapter 689

“If you couldn’t even say a word to me, couldn’t you have at least given me a hint? Who ‘he’ is, I would have... I would have put a hole through his head right there and then.” mumbled Browless.

He wondered what it felt like to speak knowing his words could do no damage to them. Fernand noticed Browless’s face suddenly looked more haggard.

“[Brow! You’re not going around saying, ‘If only you had told me sooner, I would have put a hole in his head-‘ right? You know we’re not that thoughtless.]

[The moment we spoke up, everyone would have been in danger. Simply put, Kyle—ah! You must have heard by now, but our son’s name is Kyle. Pretty good, right?]

[I named him!]

Interrupting Brown’s words to flaunt her naming sense, Elizabeth got a noncommittal hum from Browless.

Leehas also able to catch Browless’s expression on the brink with his scope.

“‘He’ is strong. Back then, even if the three of us had attacked, we would have been in danger. That’s why... we couldn’t talk about it then, friend.”

In the video, Brown paused and looked around. As if this moment is connected in real-time, his body turned towards the audience.

“I’m not sure how many people are watching this. Surely, some officials from Fibiel are present. I don’t know how we’re recorded or if His Majesty, the King, would understand and forgive us. We just feel the need to convey the ‘truth’. I, Brown, give you my word.”

After catching his breath, Brown continued, “20 years ago, on that day... there was someone who cursed our son. A damned person who cast a curse on the child in Elizabeth’s womb, not even born yet. I believe that person may be present here.”

Shocked by Brown’s intention to reveal something significant, Fernand was astonished.

“Is he trying to say something? A traitor? No, if we could identify a spy from the Demon King’s Army who had ‘infiltrated’ humanity since the Second Human-Demon War! That’s it, to reveal it at this event!”

How many plans had Brown made for this moment? How much had he considered the characters of those present? He must have hoped, almost prayed, for an environment like the current one where traitors would be powerless to act!

At the moment of sudden confession, ‘the adventurer’ chose to observe.

When everyone’s gaze was fixed on Elizabeth and Brown, Fernand surveyed the representatives of different nations.

Ewin of the Plains, contrary to his nickname, looked excitedly at the screen. Officials from Ezwen showed slightly surprised expressions, as did the Pope.

Shazrashian and Kraven? They were the same. There seemed to be no difference in the reaction of Fibiel’s people.

However, there was one person, unmistakably distinct in expression according to Fernand. Both Brown and Elizabeth looked in the same direction in the video.

The one they were looking at was not wearing the same expression as any other.

“This won’t go as you think. I believe... our dongsaengs, and Brow will surely resolve it. We won’t let our son be taken hostage anymore.”

The previously cheerful Elizabeth almost teared up. It must have been a restless 20 years for them too. The person Elizabeth and Brown were directly facing.

And the person who Fernand noticed had a differing expression!

“Lotzak!”

Elizabeth finally spat out the name. Lotzak waved his hand with an incredulous face.

But that was it.

“No matter how we put it, ‘It’s a strategy of dissension by those who defected to the Demon King’s Army,’ if your true name isn’t revealed.”

At that moment, Lotzak’s face, filled with panic and anxiety, began to distort slowly.

“This, this is-“

“Mana? No, it’s different from mana—this is—”

The Archbishops of Ezwen were the first to notice the change. Fernand couldn’t feel it himself, but he knew through observation. The look on Lotzak’s face was filled with sheer rage.

“You must say your name correctly! You are not Lotzak, no, you’re not even human to begin with! We’ve finally discovered it! After 20 years, finally! Your name is-“

“You damned bastards—–ᅳ|!”

Lotzak shot up from his seat.

At the same time, Elizabeth yelled out, “Kaztor! The one we call Lotzak is a Dark Elf, transformed by magic, his real name is Kaztor!”

“Kaz... Tor...!”

If that flow of divine power were to be controlled by Lotzak— or rather, Kaztor— then he would detonate the masses of darkness.

What would be the outcome of such overwhelming offensive power being deployed here? Fernand barely swallowed dryly.

The death of the Pope and various kings? An unprecedented crisis in the history of Middle Earth, if unfolded, could possibly turn not just the Middle Earth community but the entire Old Continent into ruins!

While the attendants from each country were forming a protective circle around their kings, it was uncertain how effective their ‘human shield’ defense would be.

It was natural that Lotzak would take the lead.

“But you’re still short-sighted, Brown. Elizabeth. Did you really think that after killing everyone here and turning Lope into ruins, I wouldn’t come after you in Erika? Tsk tsk... Ah! Is that how much you trust me? What do you think, failure, Browless?”

“... Lotzak. No, you... what have you really done to them.”

Browless clenched his fist. Fernand saw blood running from it.

Despite his nails digging completely into his flesh, Browless did not relax his grip.

“Do you still not understand after hearing ‘your most trusted friend’s story? Keke, it was not difficult to extract. Kyle...~ As long as that incomplete one is around, they wouldn’t dare say anything. I was too careless. Or rather, should I be glad for being careless? It gave me this opportunity.”

“Do you think you can return safely?”

“Why not? I have noticed it too. Your damned disciple, Leeha, must be lurking somewhere outside, targeting this place. If it weren’t for Minister Minis’s guards glancing outside, I almost missed it. It’s time to make a move.”

“Ahhh!”

Cheka was momentarily startled, his eyes widening, while Browless gritted his teeth as if they were about to crack. Lotzak had cunningly positioned himself so.

He placed the members of Ezwen and the King of Fibiel in front of him, ensuring that his form could not be seen through the windows. Lotzak then briefly turned his head towards Fernand.

“And I roughly guess where this conversation is being transmitted to. Isn’t that right, Pioneer King?”

Through the encrypted messages, Fernand, who was relaying everything here, gaped.

“Firstly, I need to kill the rats. The rest can wait. If the Pope, the chairman of 09, and all the kings die here and I disappear amidst the ensuing chaos, no one here will... survive.”

The shadows writhed more violently, signaling their impeding explosion.

“So, I infiltrated in this ridiculous attire for what?”

Eh?

At that moment, someone murmured. Lotzak turned his head towards the direction of the voice.

To Browless’s left, a spot quite a distance from Lotzak.

“I won’t let you have your way, Lotzak. Or shall I say, Kaztor.”

It was Ezwen’s envoy, standing near Kraven’s members, who had been escorting Browless!

“He placed his hand on his face.

Something fell with a ‘tok’.

TL’s Corner:

The writing was on the wall. The ᄅ can be read as L or R depending on its placement. Dang. I didn’t see that one coming!

TL’s Corner:

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