TRAIGS (Novel) Chapter 728

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Glenn's hand trembled as it rested on the armrest of the throne.

'Derus Robert....'

Derus Robert is one of the strongest among the Six Kings and the Five Demons. With a power that rivals that of the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance, he could very well be the swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet. However, he had a solid alibi.

'Chamber, the Master of the Magic Tower, and Lecross confirmed that Derus was at his family’s residence.'

According to the Master of the Magic Tower, Derus had not left the magical visual communication for a moment. Unless he used some sort of doppelganger, it would be impossible for him to be the swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet.

'Still, it is suspicious.'

Occasionally, when Glenn made eye contact with Derus Robert, he felt an unsettling chill. Even though Derus's eyes shone with kindness, Glenn felt a sharpness, as if a blade were pressed against his throat. Since the eyes are the windows to the soul, Glenn privately thought that Derus's true nature might not be good, but rather evil.

'However....'

Even if it is strange, there is no evidence. Derus is perfect in every aspect: power, personality, and background. Although Raon had significantly improved Zieghart's reputation, they still could not match the public popularity of the Robert House. Provoking them carelessly could lead to large-scale war, far beyond the conflict with the South-North Union.

"R-Raon...."

Sheryl's eyes widened in shock at Raon's words.

"Derus Robert? Do you understand what it means to mention that name?"

Her lips trembled as she spoke, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"Young Master Raon. Are you serious?"

Roenn also could not shut his open mouth, unable to accept the situation.

"Do you have evidence?"

Unlike Sheryl and Roenn, Glenn raised his chin with a calm expression.

"Yes."

Raon nodded, meeting Glenn's firm gaze.

"Do you remember the incident when the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance and the Leader of the White Blood Religion attacked the Five Divine Orders?"

"How could I forget? You disappeared."

Although Raon mentioned a story unrelated to Derus, Glenn responded calmly without hurrying.

"I was attacked twice while escaping from there. The first was by a disciple of the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance...."

"I know. You said he was an assassin, right?"

"Yes. But not an ordinary assassin. He was one who exploded in a suicide attack. He was a product of necromancy called the Water Demon Guest."

"Necromancy...?"

Glenn's eyes reddened in surprise at this unknown information.

"I managed to capture the master who controlled the Water Demon Guests and learn about the factory where these monsters were made. I couldn't go there at the time, so I visited the factory again after killing the crazy dragon Kaivar."

Raon explained everything about how he destroyed the Water Demon Guest factory with the help of the Black Market.

"I was waiting at the outskirts of the village, thinking that the true owner of the factory might appear, and an unexpected figure showed up."

"Don't tell me it was...."

Glenn asked, trembling slightly.

"Yes. It was Derus Robert. He looked furious because the factory had been destroyed and ruthlessly killed his subordinates. Then, when he took off his blood-soaked gloves...."

Raon swallowed hard before raising his voice.

"There was a scar on the back of his hand, identical to that of the swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet."

He clenched his fist, stating that it was an unmistakable scar.

"Wait a minute!"

Sheryl couldn't contain herself and stepped forward.

"You said the subordinates of the Black Market Master were there. Then why didn't they report this information...?"

"Denzel and his agents didn't know it was Derus Robert. He was wearing a mask and didn't use his aura."

"Then how did you know?"

"My ability to read mana and the nature of others is more developed than my martial skills. I recognized him immediately because I had met Derus directly at the Six Kings Conference."

Raon raised his head, stabilizing his agitated breath.

"I remained silent at that time because I thought revealing Derus's identity there could endanger Denzel and the Black Market."

After explaining everything, he looked at Glenn, Sheryl, and Roenn. The three seemed at a loss for words, looking at each other with trembling eyes.

- That's all lies, isn't it?!

Wrath shouted that it was all nonsense, shaking his head.

'You're right. It's a lie. But not entirely.'

Half of what Raon told Glenn was a lie. It was true that Derus visited the Water Demon Guest factory, but he did not reveal his identity or take off his gloves. It was a lie that would be quickly exposed if confronted with Derus, but it didn't matter. The truth was that Raon could reveal his identity.

"The swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet had regenerative abilities that surpassed those of a troll, but he couldn't erase the scar on the back of his hand. Everyone present saw it, so if we can expose that scar, it will be easy to reveal his identity."

Raon knelt down, asking them to believe him.

"Raon."

Glenn called his name, not as the Leader of the Light Wind Division.

"Yes, Head of House."

Raon slowly lifted his gaze, gripping his trembling wrist.

'This is where it truly begins.'

From now on, Glenn, Sheryl, and Roenn would ask sharp questions. He needed to answer all their doubts to bring this matter to light. However, Glenn's words were completely different from what Raon had imagined.

"It must have been hard for you...."

Glenn bit his lip, deep wrinkles forming between his eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

Raon blinked blankly. The response was so unexpected that he didn't know how to react. His mind felt empty.

"I'm sorry. For not telling you earlier...."

"No. It's fine."

As Raon tried to apologize, Glenn firmly interrupted him, saying it wasn't necessary.

"I will call you again in the afternoon, as I need to inform the others. For now, you can leave."

Glenn moved his hand, indicating that Raon should go.

"Ah, yes...."

Raon glanced at Sheryl and Roenn before leaving the audience hall with drooping shoulders. The iron door of the hall closed with a sound colder than ever.

"Haa...."

Sheryl let out a long sigh, holding her forehead as if she had a headache.

"It's shocking that Derus is the one wearing the dragon helmet, but I'm more amazed by Raon."

She bit her lip, looking toward where Raon had been standing.

"I can't imagine how he managed to keep such a terrifying secret until now."

"I feel the same way."

Roenn nodded, hardening his expression.

"My hands are trembling, and yet he endured this all by himself. It's remarkable."

He lowered his gaze, saying that Raon's mental fortitude seemed superior to his.

"..."

Glenn's shoulders trembled as he ground the armrest of the throne to dust.

'I can't even imagine how hard it must have been for that young man.'

Derus commands the greatest strength on this continent. It is natural that Raon could not speak freely. Thinking of his grandson suffering alone made Glenn's heart feel torn apart.

'I didn't need to inherit this aspect from Sylvia....'

Why does he have to be so considerate? It would have been better if he had informed immediately, but Raon was too kind and thoughtful. The fact that he remained silent until he found definitive information clearly showed that he did not want to harm others.

'However....'

Glenn buried his face in his hands.

'I must be that he didn't trust me.'

It was natural that he wouldn't receive trust, as Glenn had always pushed him aside, showing only a harsh attitude. His heart felt constricted with regret for not having reached out earlier.

'I'm truly sorry.'

He bowed his head, apologizing to Raon, who was not there.

'But I will handle this matter decisively.'

Glenn strengthened his resolution and turned to Roenn.

"Connect me to a magical visual communication with Chamber."

"Understood."

Roenn raised his head and projected a blue window in the center of the audience hall.

"What is the occasion at this hour?"

Chamber lifted her large witch's hat, licking a lollipop.

"There are some children here."

Chamber gestured to the magicians in her room, telling them to greet Glenn.

"...."

Glenn leaned back in his throne, feeling a mix of nostalgia and concern as he faced the faces of the Six Kings.

"Listen carefully. We must prepare for what comes next."

Raon’s words had sparked a fire in him, and Glenn was determined to respond to the challenges ahead.

[What is it? Are you going to confess your love or something?]

She smiled but dismissed all the magicians from the room.

[Everyone's gone now, so spit it out. What's going on?]

Chamber extended her hand, curious.

"What I am about to say is the absolute truth, without a shred of falsehood."

Glenn bit his lip until it bled, vowing to bring down not only Derus but the entire Robert House.

'Raon. I will also put my life on the line.'

* * *

As Raon left the Lord's Mansion, he tilted his head in confusion.

'What was that?'

There were several holes in what Raon had just told Glenn. They were intentional gaps he had created, and he had prepared answers for them, but he hadn't expected Glenn to have no reaction at all.

'There's no way the Head of House wouldn't notice.'

Glenn is a man with nerves of steel who didn't flinch even when fighting three of the Five Demons. He shouldn't have been flustered even if he were told that Derus was the one wearing the blue dragon helmet, so Raon couldn't understand why he simply let it go.

- Why is that old man acting like that?

Wrath frowned, equally confused.

'I don't know either.'

Raon nodded at Wrath's words and let out a low sigh.

'Things went well, but now I'm even more worried.'

It seemed there was a huge difference between the Glenn Zieghart Raon had known and the real Glenn Zieghart. Raon headed to the large training ground to clear his confused thoughts. He planned to train until Glenn called him again. Upon opening the door, he heard the sound of a sword being swung inside.

Martha?

The person wielding the sword in the training ground was Martha. She must have been training for quite some time, as her entire body was drenched in sweat.

"Are you training even on your day off?"

Raon raised his hand as he approached Martha.

"I feel like I'll die if I stay still."

Martha lowered her sword and exhaled heavily.

"Die?"

"Yes. I feel like I can hear my mother calling for help, so I can't rest."

She gritted her teeth, her hand holding the sword trembling.

"..."

Raon frowned as he watched Martha wield her sword again.

'She must be in more pain than I am.'

While Raon's suffering would end with his revenge against Derus, Martha not only had to capture the Leader of the White Blood Religion but also rescue her mother, who had been captured. Everyone has their own story, but the pain Heaven had dealt to Martha seemed unmatched by anyone else's.

- Those in Heaven are ugly, dirty bastards!

Wrath snorted, saying that the celestial beings and gods shouldn't even be mentioned.

'At least the good thing is....'

She is controlling her anger. Unlike before, Martha wasn't mindlessly unleashing her fury but focusing on what she could do. Even now, her martial prowess continued to grow.

"Martha."

Raon shook his Black Dragon Coat and gestured to Martha.

"How about a spar? It's been a while."

"I've been waiting for you to ask. The timing is perfect."

Martha turned to him, narrowing her eyes. She understood that sparring led to faster growth.

"Don't complain if it hurts."

Raon drew his Heavenly Drive, indicating that he had no intention of going easy on her. He channeled the flames of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation onto the death-cutting blade.

"I've endured pain my whole life!"

Martha charged forward, gritting her teeth as if to say 'bring it on!'. The clash resonated through the air.

* * *

After finishing his sparring match with Martha, Raon returned to the Lord's Mansion, guided by Roenn. Upon entering the audience hall, he saw four blue windows projected, showing the faces of the leaders of the Six Kings. Naturally, Derus Robert's face was not among them.

[The protagonist is running late.]

Chamber waved her hand as if some time had passed.

[Raon... you must have gone through so much.]

Ogram let out a deep sigh, frowning.

[You are a man whose valor cannot be contained even by the word 'knight'!]

King Lecross nodded emphatically, as if impressed.

[Ugh, if it were me, I would have already spilled everything and felt relieved.]

The Master of the Magic Tower trembled, with only her eyes visible under her robe.

"..."

Glenn rose from his throne, his eyes closed. From the situation, it seemed that Glenn had explained everything to them, but curiously, the atmosphere wasn't chaotic.

[Raon.]

When Chamber snapped her fingers, her face and body seemed to emerge from the blue window.

[We heard from that old man, but could you tell us again what you've been through?]

"Of course."

Raon nodded and explained to all the Six Kings what he had told Glenn.

[So, in the end, the snake wearing the blue dragon helmet is Derus Robert, right?]

Chamber asked, twisting her lips.

"Yes. I'm sure."

Raon nodded without hesitation.

'This is where it begins.'

The leaders of the Six Kings are different from Glenn. Sharp questions would now come in succession, and he needed to think carefully to cut off any seeds of doubt.

[To be honest, I was also a little suspicious of that bastard.]

Chamber nodded calmly.

[There's no way someone like the Master of the Black Tower would appear with their faces hidden, so I thought it must be a former head of the Six Kings and Five Demons or someone like Derus who obviously had to cover their face.]

She counted on her fingers as she listed the suspicious individuals.

[I deliberately didn't call him to the battlefield and paired him with that recluse, but I couldn't find anything strange.]

Chamber clicked her tongue, saying she had been keeping her suspicions to herself.

[I believe your words.]

Ogram nodded impassively, as if he had no doubts at all.

[It's worrisome.]

King Lecross let out a short sigh.

[Aside from the few odd points in the Light Wind Division Leader's testimony, I find it hard to believe that Derus, that friend, committed such terrible acts.]

He rubbed his forehead as if it was hard to process.

"If you could tell me about the odd points...."

[There's no need for that! If we accept that promise, we have no choice but to believe.]

King Lecross nodded, saying he would believe despite his doubts.

[Ugh, I don't want to fight....]

The Master of the Magic Tower didn't lift her head, as if she disliked the entire situation.

"Eh...?"

Raon blinked, looking at the leaders of the Six Kings.

'What's going on?'

What is happening here? This is none other than Derus Robert, one of the Six Kings. He is being branded as a villain no different from a continental criminal, and yet no one expresses doubt. It was disconcerting.

"Um...."

Raon raised his hand with a dazed look.

"Why aren't you asking questions? Surely you must have doubts."

The Six Kings' reactions were so strange that he couldn't help but ask them to question him.

[We won't.]

Chamber shook her head.

"But why...?"

[I don't want to die.]

She shrugged and stepped back.

[I withdrew because I saw the Head of House's determination.]

King Lecross also shook his head, saying he had no intention of asking questions.

"What do you mean?"

Raon blinked, looking alternately at Chamber and King Lecross.

[Your Head of House said he would bet his life on your statement.]

Ogram pointed at Glenn, twisting his lips.

[It's the first time that cold man has bet his life on something, so we have no choice but to believe.]

He nodded as if it were an obvious decision.

"Ah...."

Raon turned to look at Glenn, his lips trembling.

"H-Head of House...?"

"I saw your eyes. There was no trace of deception in them."

Glenn said that was enough, slightly biting his lip.

"Just because of my eyes...?"

It was so different from the Glenn he had known that Raon felt his breath catch in his throat. Even though he had become part of the direct line, it was hard to believe that Glenn would show such trust.

[Of course, we're not believing just because that old man bet his life.]

Chamber approached again, moving her finger.

[I trust you.]

She smiled brightly, lifting her chin.

[I know all about the achievements you've accumulated so far and the feats you've shown in this war. How could I not believe you?]

[I feel the same.]

Ogram nodded in agreement.

[You are my benefactor. Whatever path you choose, I will follow you.]

He raised his fist, saying he would repay his debt of life even if it meant going to hell.

[I feel the same. I've trusted you since you helped my third son.]

King Lecross smiled, saying he hadn't yet repaid the debt for saving Greer's life.

[Derus worries me....]

The Master of the Magic Tower trembled her lips and looked up.

[He was clearly there, but he seemed like a different person.]

[What? Then you should have said something!]

Chamber frowned, asking why she hadn't mentioned it.

[It was just my feeling, not a theory or a result, so....]

The Master of the Magic Tower shrunk her head, saying that feelings were emotions that magicians should stay away from.

[Oh, for heaven's sake!]

Chamber shook her head, patting her chest.

[Anyway, let's move on. Derus isn't a fool. He'll find a way to erase the scar on the back of his hand before he comes. And he'll do it in a way that neither I nor the other old men can detect.]

She slightly lifted her witch's hat, saying they needed to find a way to expose the scar.

"There is a way."

Raon stepped forward in front of the blue windows.

[Really?]

"Yes. He also couldn't erase the wound I inflicted on him. If we use the energy of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, we should be able to reveal the scar on the back of his hand."

He nodded, switching the Ring of Fire and Wrath to Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation in his explanation. He had to keep the real plan hidden until the end, as there might be Derus' spies among them.

[Ah, that's right!]

Chamber nodded quickly.

[One of the scars on his hand was yours!]

She laughed, saying she finally understood.

[Great! Then let's make a plan. A plan to unmask that worm!]

[We should hold the Six Kings Conference as soon as possible.]

Ogram bit his lip, saying he wanted to see Derus' face as soon as possible.

[If it's too soon, he might suspect. We'll need about a week.]

King Lecross suggested holding it the following week, tapping his fingers.

"The Beast Union would be a good place. We have the excuse that Ogram is injured, and it's close to the Robert House, so we can find him quickly even if he tries to escape."

Glenn nodded, making eye contact with the leaders of the Six Kings. The meeting proceeded quickly, and it was decided to hold the Six Kings Conference at the Beast Union in a week. Raon clenched his fist as he watched the leaders of the Six Kings formulate detailed plans. He reaffirmed his resolve once more, raising the Blade of Death in his heart.

'Derus Robert.'

This is the beginning of my revenge.


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