Chapter 135

Chapter 135

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Chapter 135

Beltrail conveyed his intention to the owner of the letter immediately, indicating that he wished to arrange a meeting. The response arrived the next morning, a day after, delivered by the servant who had handed over the letter.

“I am deeply impressed by the wisdom of the Elder Priest, and I look forward to meeting you today to discuss matters in greater detail.”

Today? Who sets a meeting on such short notice? He was initially puzzled and annoyed, but remembering that the other party was a foreign emissary, he quickly regained his composure.

“Such an uncouth individual.”

Though the content of the letter was intriguing, Beltrail was not leisurely enough to accept such a sudden visit.

After all, if the visitor came to the Apeto family residence and Beltrail chose not to meet him, that would be the end of it.

“What will you do, Elder Priest? The servant who brought the letter is waiting outside the mansion. Should we send an immediate reply?”

“Never mind. I don't have time to bother with that right now. Weren’t you once one of the servants in the outbuilding? Go down and help with the work.”

In order to move all the test subjects who had been isolated in the basement of the outbuilding before the arrival of the Duke of Peletta leading the Cavalry to the Apeto residence, they needed to act swiftly. Beltrail promptly withdrew his interest from irrelevant matters.

However, as he walked through the underground passage with the mercenary Awakeners and the servants leading the test subjects, a strange incident occurred suddenly. Checkk new novel chapters at novelbin(.)com

“Ahhhh!”

In the passage, where the only light came from the magic stone, a shrill scream reverberated as one of the servants fell.

“Save me. I... I did wrong! I won't touch those guys ever again! Please, no!”

He stared into thin air like a madman, writhing on the floor and screaming. Because of him, the quiet passage instantly descended into chaos.

“What in the world is happening? Can you not quiet down immediately?”

First, Beltrail silenced the terrified screaming servants and went over to where the collapsed servant lay.

“You there. What are you doing? Can't you pull yourself together?”

Beltrail instructed one of the assistant priests to imbue the fallen servant with divine power. Once done, the servant looked around as though he had regained some semblance of sanity. Seeing the terrified people and then Beltrail’s cold face, he broke into a fit of tears and gasps.

“I did wrong. It's all my fault. Elder Priest, please save me, save me!”

“Save you? What did you do wrong?”

“I, I disobeyed your orders, and... and I laid hands on those Awakener bastards... ugh!”

The servant couldn't finish his sentence and fell again. This time, no one was able to use divine power on him.

Like a puppet being controlled by a massive hand, the servant contorted his body weirdly. He drew a dagger from his waist, trembling violently, and in a flash, stabbed himself in the chest. The dying servant’s eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something truly horrifying.

“What a pity. He died too quickly. This is why one should not talk carelessly.”

A voice that was somehow familiar yet strange cut through the shocked crowd. Recognizing the voice as belonging to the servant who had brought him the letter, Beltrail barely managed to respond.

"No!"

Beltrail, gripped by extreme fear, floundered. He desperately cried out for others to strike down the demon and protect him. But as if by magic, all the mercenary Awakeners around him vanished, and the priests fell vomiting blood, even though the man hadn't touched them.

Beltrail collapsed, feeling as if he were living a terrible nightmare, vomiting blood from intense emotions.

The perpetrator had to be a Cavalry member, sent by Duke Peletta Kishiar La Orr. Without doubt, they had dispatched the Cavalry to seize the test subjects and kill him, the obstacle. Beltrail's despair-ridden mind didn't question the man's identity.

"Yes, the letter you brought was all a lie from the start, wasn't it? You lulled me into complacency to seize the test subjects...! What did you do to my test subjects? Did you steal them from the underground tunnel? Or did you kill them?"

"Why so curious about what happened to those lives you discarded, Elder Priest?"

The man asked, seemingly genuinely puzzled. Overwhelmed by a sense of profound humiliation and anger, Beltrail coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Regardless of securing those test subjects, you won't be able to kill me. Don't you know who I am? I am one of the Elder Priests of the Grand Temple from the Apeto family. Even if this incident comes to light, I can easily secure other test subjects and continue my research!"

But Duke Peletta would regret turning him and Apeto into enemies so carelessly. The man, upon hearing Beltrail's blood-soaked curse, chuckled softly and cocked his head, opening his mouth.

"Hahaha. That's all well and good, but there are a few things you've got wrong, and I think it's only fair I correct you."

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Firstly, I am not a subordinate of Duke Peletta. Nor am I part of the Cavalry."

"...What?"

Beltrail, who had sworn not to believe a word the man said, was momentarily stunned into silence, forgetting even that resolve.

"What are you even talking about?"

"They might have realized by now that they've lost the advantage to me and might be rushing here. But that doesn't really matter."

"Then who the hell are you? To claim that you are not with Duke Peletta but managed to infiltrate Apeto's stronghold alone, that's nonsense!"

"That brings us to the second point I'd like to correct."

Having said that, the man slowly moved closer to Beltrail. Beltrail instinctively retreated, shaking his head.

"Do... Don't come any closer!"

"We can. As long as we have brothers and sisters who need us, we go wherever we must."

"We...?"

As Beltrail stammered out his question, a light sparkled in the man's eyes, a look of pure joy as if he had been waiting for just that question.

"The 'Star of Nagran'."

Beltrail didn't recognize the unfamiliar phrase that slipped from the man's lips.

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