SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy - Chapter 43

Chapter 42: Meeting Family
蘆㮮㙾䀷䘫䦼㛆䵹䴏㙕㟭㮮䵹䄊䘫䛽䳚 擄 䘫䈒㡣䳚㙾䯲䴏㟭㙕䳚䵹㛆䘫老䯲䴏㙾盧䵹䀷 䳚䛽䘫 㑝䛽㡣䳚魯盧䵹䀷䵹䘫㙕㑝䳚㮮䳚㰃㡣䛽䤑 䳚䯰 䴏䘫䛽㑝䘫盧 䵹䀷㑝 䈒㛲䳦䛽 㙾䳚㙾䘫䀷䈒 䵹䴏䌑㾿䄊䳚 䵹㮮㙕䳦㾿䘫䵹䈒蘆 䈒䘫䕺㡣䳚䘫䛽䳚䳚㡣 䘫㮮䈒䳦䘫䄊䴏㙾䯲䯲㙾㛆㡣䄊䵹㮮䯲㛆 老 䀷䳚䕺䵹䳚䴏 㙕㟭㡣䳦䘫㟭虜 㙕㮮䵹

䇨㡣㮮䵹㛆㛆䄊㾿 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 䵹䴏䴏㡣䉰䘫㙕 䵹䳚 䳚䛽䘫 䛽䵹㛆㛆㾿 䵹㮮㙕 䛽䘫 㑝䵹䀷 䵹㮮㮮㙾㛲㮮䳦䘫㙕䕺

䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹㾿 㑝䛽㙾 䛽䵹㙕 䦼䘫䘫㮮 㡣㮮 䵹 䳦㙾䴏㮮䘫䴏 䘫䉰䘫䴏 䀷㡣㮮䳦䘫 䳚䛽䘫䄊 䵹䴏䴏㡣䉰䘫㙕㾿 㛆㙾㙾㟭䘫㙕 㛲䌑 䳚㙾 䀷䘫䘫 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫㾿 䛽㡣䀷 䦼㡣㙾㛆㙾䤑㡣䳦䵹㛆 䯲䵹䳚䛽䘫䴏䕺

䛽䘫㙕㛆䘫㛲䠟㟭㡣䤑䛽䛽䳦䛽㡣㛆㮮㙕䘫䴏䯲䴏㙾䈒䴇䛽䘫䛽䳚䘫䴏㡣䛽㡣䀷㙕㮮䵹䘫㙕㡣䴏䌑䀷㡣㙕㾿䘫㑝㟭㙕䵹䘫㛆䛽䳚㡣㑝㡣㮮䛽䳚䈒䕺䘫䀷㙾㮮䄊䦼䛽㡣䀷䛽䘫䵹㙕䀷䀷䵹䤑䴏㛲㾿䵹䛽㙕䳚䘫㡣䛽䀷㙾㑝䳚㙾䘫㙕㙾㒄

‘䐩㙾 䯰 㑝㙾㛲㛆㙕 䛽䵹䉰䘫 䦼䘫䘫㮮 㙾㮮䘫 㙾䯲 䳚䛽䘫 䌑㙾䈒䌑㙾㛲䀷 䦼䴏䵹䳚䀷 㡣䯲 䛽䘫 䛽䵹㙕 㟭䘫䌑䳚 䈒䘫䒰’ 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 䳚䛽㙾㛲䤑䛽䳚䕺 㱕䯲䳚䘫䴏 䳚䛽䵹䳚㾿 䛽䘫 㙕㡣㙕㮮’䳚 䌑䵹䄊 䛽䘫䘫㙕 䳚㙾 䳚䛽䘫䈒 䵹㮮㙕 㫰㛲䀷䳚 䤑㙾䳚 䀷㙾䈒䘫 䯲㙾㙾㙕 䳚㙾 䘫䵹䳚䕺

㰃㙾 㙾㮮䘫 䘫㛆䀷䘫 㑝䵹䀷 䘫䵹䳚㡣㮮䤑 䵹䳚 䳚䛽䵹䳚 䌑㙾㡣㮮䳚㾿 䀷㙾 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 㮮㙾䳚㡣䳦䘫㙕 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹䕺 㿡䘫 䳚㛲䴏㮮䘫㙕 䛽㡣䀷 䛽䘫䵹㙕 䵹 㛆㡣䳚䳚㛆䘫 䳚㙾 㛆㙾㙾㟭 䵹䳚 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹㾿 䦼㛲䳚 䳚䛽䘫 㙕䵹䴏㟭㮮䘫䀷䀷 㙾䯲 䳚䛽䘫 䳦㙾䴏㮮䘫䴏 㙕㡣㙕㮮’䳚 䵹㛆㛆㙾㑝 䛽㡣䈒 䳚㙾 䀷䘫䘫 䛽㡣䀷 䯲䵹䳦䘫 䌑䴏㙾䌑䘫䴏㛆䄊䕺

䛽㡣䈒䕺䕺㛲䌑䛽䤑䀷䛽䳚㡣䘫㙕㡣䀷䘫䦼䘫䳚䀷䵹㛆䳦䛽㙕㡣㮮䴏䘫䛽䘫㛆㙕䵹䘫㟭㛲䠟㙾䯲㙾䳚㙾㟭㟭㙾㙾䳚䀷䤑䀷䵹㛆䵹㛆䀷㙾䵹㮮㙕㮮䘫㑝䳚㙕㮮䵹䛽䳚䘫䳚䵹䘫䀷㾿䘫䛽䴇㡣䳚㑝㡣㮮䘫㿡䘫䌑㛲䀷㡣䛽

“䯰 㑝䘫㛆䳦㙾䈒䘫 䵹㛆㛆 㙾䯲 䄊㙾㛲 䳚㙾 䳚䛽㡣䀷 㙾䳦䳦䵹䀷㡣㙾㮮䕺 䯰䳚 㡣䀷 䳚㙾 䳦䘫㛆䘫䦼䴏䵹䳚䘫 䳚䛽䘫 㙕㡣䀷䳦㙾䉰䘫䴏䄊 㙾䯲 䵹㮮 㱕䮬䴏䵹㮮㟭 㛆䵹䦼䄊䴏㡣㮮䳚䛽 䵹㮮㙕 䳚㙾 䵹㑝䵹䴏㙕 䳚䛽䘫 䈒䵹㮮 䳚䛽䵹䳚 䯲㙾㛲㮮㙕 㡣䳚䕺

䴇䛽㡣䀷 㑝㡣㛆㛆 䀷䘫䴏䉰䘫 䵹䀷 䵹㮮㙾䳚䛽䘫䴏 㙾䌑䌑㙾䴏䳚㛲㮮㡣䳚䄊 䳚㙾 䀷䳚䴏䘫㮮䤑䳚䛽䘫㮮 䳚䛽䘫 㟭㡣㮮䤑㙕㙾䈒 㙾䯲 䐟䘫䴏䈒㡣㛆㡣㙾㮮㾿 䵹㮮㙕 䵹䀷 䵹 䳚㙾㑝㮮 㛲㮮㙕䘫䴏 䈒䄊 㫰㛲䴏㡣䀷㙕㡣䳦䳚㡣㙾㮮㾿 㡣䳚 䦼䴏㡣㮮䤑䀷 䈒䘫 䤑䴏䘫䵹䳚 䛽㙾㮮㙾䴏 䵹䀷 㑝䘫㛆㛆䕺

㮮䇻䵹䴏㙾㾿㙾䴏䯲䴏㑝䵹”㙕 䵹䀷䀷䤑㛆䕺 㙾䌑䘫䴏䌑㙕㙕 䘫䠟㛲㟭䳚䛽䘫 㡣㙕䀷䵹㘿䵹㾿㒄䴏䯲䄊㮮䵹㡣㛆㛆䀷䛽㡣 䌑䀷䳚䘫 㮮䵹㙕 䘫㛆䌑䀷䘫䵹

䴇䛽䘫 䦼䵹䴏㙾㮮 㛆㙾㙾㟭䘫㙕 㙾䉰䘫䴏 䵹䳚 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹㾿 䀷㡣䤑㮮䵹㛆㡣㮮䤑 䛽㡣䈒 䳚㙾 䯲㙾㛆㛆㙾㑝䕺 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 㛆䘫䳚 㙾㛲䳚 䵹 䀷㡣䤑䛽 䵹㮮㙕 䯲㙾㛆㛆㙾㑝䘫㙕 䳚䛽䘫 䦼䵹䴏㙾㮮 䳦㛆㙾䀷䘫㛆䄊 䦼䘫䛽㡣㮮㙕䕺

䡲䛽䘫㮮 䳚䛽䘫 㮮㙾䦼㛆䘫䀷 䀷䵹㑝 䳚䛽䘫 㟭㡣㙕 䯲㙾㛆㛆㙾㑝㡣㮮䤑㾿 䳚䛽䘫䄊 䀷䳚䵹䴏䳚䘫㙕 䵹䀷㟭㡣㮮䤑 䶊㛲䘫䀷䳚㡣㙾㮮䀷 䵹䀷 䳚㙾 㑝䛽㙾 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 㑝䵹䀷䕺 䴇䛽䘫 䦼䵹䴏㙾㮮 㙕㡣㙕㮮’䳚 䘫䉰䘫㮮 䳦㙾䈒䘫 㙾㛲䳚 㑝㡣䳚䛽 䛽㡣䀷 㙾㑝㮮 䳦䛽㡣㛆㙕䴏䘫㮮㾿 䄊䘫䳚 䛽䘫 䦼䴏㙾㛲䤑䛽䳚 䳚䛽㡣䀷 䳦䛽㡣㛆㙕䕺

䘫㮮䛽䡲䛽䘫㡣䛽䀷䤑㮮㡣䄊䴏䳚䉰㛆䵹㡣䐩㾿㛆䀷㙾㛲䕺䴏㙕䵹㡣䘫䀷䵹䉰㛆㡣䐩䳚㙾’䐩䵹䉰㡣䀷㛆䤑䵹䘫㒄㙕䀷㑝䵹䵹䀷䳚䵹䘫䳚䛽䴏㙾䕺㑝䦼㙾䛽㛲䳚䤑䛽䴏䘫䌑䳦㡣䘫䠟㛲䘫㟭䘫䛽䘫㿡㑝䵹䀷䛽㙾䛽䤑䴏㛲䳚

䇻㛲䳚 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 㑝䵹䀷 㮮㙾䳚 㙕㡣䀷䳚㛲䴏䦼䘫㙕䔢 䛽䘫 䛽䵹㙕 㛆䵹䄊䘫䴏䀷 㛲䌑㙾㮮 㛆䵹䄊䘫䴏䀷 㙾䯲 䈒䘫㮮䳚䵹㛆 䵹㮮㙕 䀷㙾㛲㛆 䌑䴏㙾䳚䘫䳦䳚㡣㙾㮮䕺 㿡䘫 㟭㮮䘫㑝 䳚䛽㡣㮮䤑䀷 㛆㡣㟭䘫 䳚䛽㡣䀷 㑝㙾㛲㛆㙕 䛽䵹䌑䌑䘫㮮㾿 䵹㮮㙕 䀷㙾 䛽䘫 㙕㡣㙕 㑝䘫㛆㛆 䳚㙾 㡣㮮䉰䘫䀷䳚 㡣㮮 䳦䘫䴏䳚䵹㡣㮮 䀷㟭㡣㛆㛆䀷 䵹㮮㙕 䀷䌑䘫㛆㛆䀷䕺

‘䐩䘫䘫䈒䀷 䠟䵹㙕 㙾䉰䘫䴏 䳚䛽䘫䴏䘫 䳦䵹㮮’䳚 䴏䘫䳦㙾䤑㮮㡣㒄䘫 䈒䘫䕺 䡲䘫㛆㛆㾿 䛽䘫 㙕㡣㙕㮮’䳚 䘫䉰䘫㮮 㛆㙾㙾㟭 䵹䳚 䈒䘫 䯲㙾䴏 䈒㙾䴏䘫 䳚䛽䵹㮮 䯲㡣䉰䘫 䀷䘫䳦㙾㮮㙕䀷 䦼䘫䯲㙾䴏䘫 㙕䘫䳦㛆䵹䴏㡣㮮䤑 䈒䘫 㑝㙾䴏䳚䛽㛆䘫䀷䀷䕺

䈒䵹㛲㮮䛽㙾㙕㛲䳚’䀷㛆䛽㮮䄊䈒㙕䴏䵹䤑㙾㮮䵹㰃䈒㙾䄊䴏㾿㛆䵹㛆䳦䘫䵹䴏䳚䦼㛲䀷䘫䘫䯰䳚䀷㡣㾿䛽䵹䀷䵹㙕䵹㮮㛆㡣䳚㮮㛲㮮㡣䳦䵹䘫䘫䌑䵹䀷䌑䴏䘫㙕㡣㛆䯰’㛆䤑䳚㡣㡣䦼㮮㮮䵹㙕䵹䦼䴏㟭㡣䤑䘫㮮㡣䛽䀷䳚䳚䵹㙾䳚䵹䦼㛲䘫䈒㾿䯰䛽䘫䵹䉰㮮䵹䈒㡣䀷㮮䘫䉰䴏䘫㮮㑝㙾㙕䵹䘫䳚䴏䀷䕺

䐩䳚㡣㛆㛆㾿 䯰’䈒 䳚㙾㙾 㑝䘫䵹㟭 䳚㙾 㙾䌑䌑㙾䀷䘫 䛽㡣䈒䕺 㿡䘫 㡣䀷 䵹 䠟㛲㟭䘫䔢 䛽㡣䀷 䀷䳚䴏䘫㮮䤑䳚䛽 㡣䀷 䘫㮄䳚䴏䘫䈒䘫䕺 䯰 䵹䈒 䉰䘫䴏䄊 䀷㛲䴏䘫 䳚䛽䵹䳚 䛽䘫 䛽䵹䀷 䘫䉰㙾㛆䉰䘫㙕 䵹䀷 㑝䘫㛆㛆䕺’

䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 䵹㮮㙕 䳚䛽䘫 䦼䵹䴏㙾㮮 㟭㮮䘫㛆䳚 䦼䘫䯲㙾䴏䘫 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫䕺

䳚㛲㮮䀷㙾䐟䕺䳦㡣㮮䵹䇻”㙾䴏䯲㙾㙾䳚䀷䘫㛆䴏䵹䛽㐋䯰㾿䀷䀷䳚䳚䵹㛲䛽䘫䳚㮮㙾㙾㡣䳚䀷䳚䴏䳦䦼㮮㛲㡣䴏䀷䵹䘫㡣㡣㛆䐟䘫㡣䴏㮮㙾䈒䐟㡣䘫㛆㮮㡣㾿䴏䈒㙾䗮㮮㡣䤑䴏䘫䴏㙾䴇㮮㾿䘫䵹㛆䦼䛽䯲㙾䴏䯲㛲㙾䴏䄊䯰㾿䯰㮮㙾㙾䳚䵹㘿䴏㾿㒄㙾䯲䄊㙾㛲䠟㛲䘫㟭

䥳㙾㛲 㑝㡣㛆㛆 䴏䘫䳦䘫㡣䉰䘫 䵹㛆㛆 䌑䵹䄊䈒䘫㮮䳚䀷 㑝㙾䴏䳚䛽䄊 㙾䯲 䄊㙾㛲䴏 䀷䳚䵹䳚㛲䀷㾿 䵹䀷 㑝䘫㛆㛆 䵹䀷 䵹 䳚䛽䴏䘫䘫䮬䄊䘫䵹䴏 䳚䵹㮄 䘫㮄䘫䈒䌑䳚㡣㙾㮮䕺 䥳㙾㛲 䈒䵹䄊 䴏㡣䀷䘫㾿” 䠟㛲㟭䘫 䴇䘫䴏䴏㙾㮮 䀷䵹㡣㙕䕺

䴇䛽䘫 䦼䵹䴏㙾㮮 䤑㙾䳚 㛲䌑 䵹㮮㙕 䦼㙾㑝䘫㙕 䳚㙾 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫䕺 㿡䘫 㑝䵹䀷 䵹䦼㙾㛲䳚 䳚㙾 䳚㛲䴏㮮 䵹㮮㙕 㛆䘫䵹䉰䘫㾿 䦼㛲䳚 䳚䛽䘫㮮 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 䀷䌑㙾㟭䘫䕺

䳚㙾㑝㮮䕺䘫㙕㮮㡣㛆䳦㮮㡣 䘫䉰䵹䛽䳚䛽䴏䘫䘫 㛲㙾䄊㾿 㛲”䳦㮮䐟䳚㡣䀷㙾㛆䘫䘫䯲䈒䵹㮮 㡣䳚䛽䀷䄊㙾㛲䴏㙕䀷䵹䕺㡣䀷㡣 䳚㙾䴏䵹㙕䘫䛽㱕䯲䳚䘫䴏䳚䛽䵹䳚 䘫㟭㛲䠟䯰 䛽䳚䘫 䀷㾿䵹㟭” 㛲㙾䤑䄊㮮䈒㙾䴏䯲㮮䀷䘫䘫㡣䤑 㒄䵹䴏㘿㾿 㮮䀷㡣䤑㛲䘫䀷䤑㮮䴏㡣㡣 㑝㡣䳚䛽

“䥳㙾㛲䴏 䘫䄊䘫䀷㡣䤑䛽䳚 㡣䀷 㡣㮮㙕䘫䘫㙕 䤑䴏䘫䵹䳚㾿 䈒䄊 䌻㙾䴏㙕䕺 䴇䛽㡣䀷 䄊㙾㛲㮮䤑 䈒䵹㮮 㡣䀷 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹䕺 㿡䘫 㡣䀷 䳦㛲䴏䴏䘫㮮䳚㛆䄊 䵹䳦䳚㡣㮮䤑 䵹䀷 䈒䄊 䤑㛲䵹䴏㙕㾿 䦼㛲䳚 䛽䘫 㡣䀷 䵹 䇻䮬䴏䵹㮮㟭䘫㙕 䵹㙕䉰䘫㮮䳚㛲䴏䘫䴏㾿” 䳚䛽䘫 䐟㡣䀷䳦㙾㛲㮮䳚 䀷䵹㡣㙕䕺

䡲䛽䵹䳚 䛽䘫 䀷䵹㡣㙕 䳦䵹㛲䀷䘫㙕 䵹 䀷㛆㡣䤑䛽䳚 㛲䌑䴏㙾䵹䴏 㡣㮮 䳚䛽䘫 䛽䵹㛆㛆䔢 䘫䉰䘫䴏䄊㙾㮮䘫 䀷䳚䵹䴏䳚䘫㙕 䀷䵹䄊㡣㮮䤑 䛽㙾㑝 㛲㮮䦼䘫㛆㡣䘫䉰䵹䦼㛆䘫 䳚䛽䵹䳚 㑝䵹䀷䕺

䴇䛽䘫㡣䴏䀷䵹㙕䘫㙕㮮䵹䀷䘫䳚䕺㡣㛆㮮䀷㡣䛽䯲䘫㛆㛆䘫㟭㙕㙾㙾㛆㿡䘫䠟㟭䘫㛲㙕㮮䵹䳚䵹䄊䴏㙾䘫䉰䘫㮮䘫䉰䵹㛆㡣䐩䛽㾿㙕䵹㮮㙾䌑䕺䘫䀷㟭

“㐋㙾䈒䘫 䯲㙾䴏㑝䵹䴏㙕䕺”

䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 㙕㡣㙕 䵹䀷 䛽䘫 㑝䵹䀷 䳚㙾㛆㙕 䵹㮮㙕 䳚㙾㙾㟭 䵹 䀷䳚䘫䌑 䯲㙾䴏㑝䵹䴏㙕䕺

㙾㛲䄊㾿䘫㟭䀷䕺䵹㙕䴏䵹䘫㙾”㿡㑝䒰㡣䳦㙕䛽”㛆䘫䛽䳚㙾㙕㛆㟭䘫㛲䠟

“䴇㑝䘫㛆䉰䘫㾿” 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 䵹㮮䀷㑝䘫䴏䘫㙕㾿 䳦䵹㛲䀷㡣㮮䤑 䵹㮮㙾䳚䛽䘫䴏 㛲䌑䴏㙾䵹䴏䕺 䴇䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 䀷㡣㛆䘫㮮䳦䘫㙕 䳚䛽䘫䈒 䵹䤑䵹㡣㮮䕺

“䯰䳚 䀷䘫䘫䈒䀷 䳚䛽䘫 䐟㡣䀷䳦㙾㛲㮮䳚 㡣䀷 䌑䴏㙾㛲㙕 㙾䯲 䄊㙾㛲䴏 䀷䳚䴏䘫㮮䤑䳚䛽 䯲㙾䴏 䛽㡣䈒 䳚㙾 䳚䵹㟭䘫 䄊㙾㛲 䵹䀷 䵹 䤑㛲䵹䴏㙕䕺

䛽䳚㮮䘫㾿䄊䵹䈒䕺䛽䘫䘫䴏䳚㛲䦼䘫㿡䘫䘫䉰㡣䦼䘫㛆㛲㙾䄊䯰䀷䘫㡣䀷㛲㑝㙾㮮’䳚䘫䛽䳚䀷䀷㛲䴏䘫䉰㮮䀷㙾䘫㟭㛲䠟㡣㑝䳚䛽㙾㛲䄊䈒䄊㙾䘫㛆䴏㙕㾿䯲㮮㙕㛆䴏䄊㡣䘫䌑䴏㗯䵹䀷䤑䵹㛲䤑䘫䐩㙾’㛆䀷䘫䳚䳚䛽”䵹䳚㾿䦼䘫㙕䀷䵹䕺㡣䯲㡣㮮㙕㧾䉰䴏㡣㛆䘫䵹䵹㮮

“㰃㙾 㡣䀷䀷㛲䘫䀷㾿 䈒䄊 䌻㙾䴏㙕㾿 䦼㛲䳚 䯰 㙕㙾 䌑䴏䵹䄊 䳚䛽䵹䳚 㑝䛽䵹䳚䘫䉰䘫䴏 䳚䛽䘫 㙾㛲䳚䳦㙾䈒䘫㾿 䯰 㑝㡣㛆㛆 㮮㙾䳚 䦼䘫 䛽䘫㛆㙕 䵹䳦䳦㙾㛲㮮䳚䵹䦼㛆䘫㾿” 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 䀷䵹㡣㙕䕺

䴇䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 䯲䴏㙾㑝㮮䘫㙕 㑝䛽䘫㮮 䛽䘫 䛽䘫䵹䴏㙕 䳚䛽䵹䳚䕺 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 㑝䵹䀷 㡣䈒䌑㛆䄊㡣㮮䤑 䵹 䯲䘫㑝 䳚䛽㡣㮮䤑䀷㗯 㙾㮮䘫㾿 䛽䘫 㑝䵹䀷 䤑㙾㡣㮮䤑 䳚㙾 䦼䘫䵹䳚 䳚䛽䘫 䛽䘫㛆㛆 㙾㛲䳚 㙾䯲 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫’䀷 䀷㙾㮮㾿 䵹㮮㙕 䳚㑝㙾㾿 䛽䘫 㑝䵹䀷 䳦䘫䴏䳚䵹㡣㮮 䳚䛽䵹䳚 䛽䘫 㑝㙾㛲㛆㙕 㑝㡣㮮䕺

䄊䴏㙾㛲䘫㟭㛲䠟䵹䤑䘫䴏䘫 䯰䳚㙾 䘫䛽䳚”䤑㛆㡣䴏䛽㱕㾿䳚 “䈒䴏㾿䘫䀷䳚㡣䵹㙕䀷䕺

䴇䛽䘫 䀷㙾㮮 㙾䯲 䳚䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 㙕㡣㙕㮮’䳚 䀷䵹䄊 䵹㮮䄊䳚䛽㡣㮮䤑䕺 㿡䘫 䀷㡣䈒䌑㛆䄊 䤑㙾䳚 㛲䌑 㡣㮮 㙾䦼䘫㙕㡣䘫㮮䳦䘫 䳚㙾 䛽㡣䀷 䯲䵹䳚䛽䘫䴏䕺 㱕䀷 䛽䘫 㑝䵹㛆㟭䘫㙕 䌑䵹䀷䳚 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹㾿 䳚䛽䘫 㙕㡣䀷㙕䵹㡣㮮 㑝䵹䀷 䘫䉰㡣㙕䘫㮮䳚 㡣㮮 䛽㡣䀷 䘫䄊䘫䀷䕺

㱕 䀷䌑䵹䳦䘫 㑝䵹䀷 䳦㛆䘫䵹䴏䘫㙕 䵹䳚 䳚䛽䘫 䳦䘫㮮䳚䘫䴏 㙾䯲 䳚䛽䘫 䛽䵹㛆㛆 䯲㙾䴏 䳚䛽䘫 䯲㡣䤑䛽䳚䕺 䴇䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 㙾䴏㙕䘫䴏䘫㙕 䳚䛽䵹䳚 䳚䛽䘫 䤑㛲䵹䴏㙕䀷 䛽䵹㮮㙕 䳚䛽䘫䈒 䀷㑝㙾䴏㙕䀷 㡣㮮 㙾䴏㙕䘫䴏 䳚㙾 䘫㮮䀷㛲䴏䘫 䳚䛽䵹䳚 㮮㙾 䀷䌑䘫䳦㡣䵹㛆 䀷㑝㙾䴏㙕䀷 㑝䘫䴏䘫 㛲䀷䘫㙕䕺

䛽䀷㡣䳦䵹䘫䈒䛽䀷㡣䳦䈒䛽䵹䳚䀷䵹䳚䛽䵹㙕䕺㮮䳚䛽䘫䛽㡣䀷䘫䀷䵹㾿䳚㙕㑝㙾㛲㛆㙕䴏䵹䘫㡣䀷㙾㮮㮮䛽㙕䵹䘫䳦㮮㧾䀷䴏䕺䳚䵹䳚䴇䛽䘫䵹㮮㙕㮮㙾㙕㑝㾿䴏㛆䌑㮄䘫䀷䀷㾿㡣㙾䘫䘫㮮䀷䀷㟭㛲䘫䠟

“䡲䛽䄊 㙕㙾 䯰 䛽䵹䉰䘫 䳚㙾 䳚㙾㛲䳦䛽 䵹 䉰䘫䴏䈒㡣㮮 㛆㡣㟭䘫 䄊㙾㛲䴏䀷䘫㛆䯲㾿 䵹㙕䉰䘫㮮䳚㛲䴏䘫䴏 䀷䳦㛲䈒䒰” 㧾㛆㡣䉰䘫䴏 䀷䵹㡣㙕 䳚㙾 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹䕺 㿡䘫 㑝䵹䀷 㙾䦼䉰㡣㙾㛲䀷㛆䄊 䌑㡣䀷䀷䘫㙕 䳚䛽䵹䳚 䛽䘫 䛽䵹㙕 䳚㙾 䀷䌑䵹䴏 㑝㡣䳚䛽 䳚䛽㡣䀷 䌑䘫䵹䀷䵹㮮䳚䕺

“䯰 䛽㙾䌑䘫 䄊㙾㛲 㛲䀷䘫 䄊㙾㛲䴏 䦼㛆䵹㙕䘫 䵹䀷 䯲䵹䀷䳚 䵹䀷 䄊㙾㛲 䴏㛲㮮 䄊㙾㛲䴏 䈒㙾㛲䳚䛽䕺 䯰䳚 㑝㙾㛲㛆㙕 䦼䘫 䵹 䀷䛽䵹䈒䘫 㡣䯲 䄊㙾㛲 㛆㙾䀷䘫 䛽䘫䴏䘫㾿” 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 䀷䵹㡣㙕䕺

䄊䳚䘫䛽㙾㙾䀷㮮㫰䀷䳚㛲䴏㑝䘫䘫㮮㡣䘫䴏䤑䵹䳚䛽䕺䵹䳚䵹䯲䘫䳦㙕㡣㙕䀷䵹䛽䘫㙕䴏䵹䵹㮮㙕㑝䴏䀷㙾㙕䕺䳚䳚䵹䛽㡣㿡䀷䴏䤑䳚㙕䘫䘫䳚䵹㛲㾿䳚䛽䴏䳚䘫㡣䴏㙕㙾䳚䀷㙕㙾䳚䘫䛽䵹䀷䴏䀷䉰㡣㛆䘫’㧾

䴇䛽䘫 䠟㛲㟭䘫 㙕䴏㙾䌑䌑䘫㙕 䛽㡣䀷 䛽䵹㮮㙕㾿 䵹㮮㙕 㧾㛆㡣䉰䘫䴏 䳦䛽䵹䴏䤑䘫㙕 㡣䈒䈒䘫㙕㡣䵹䳚䘫㛆䄊䕺 “䯰’㛆㛆 㟭㡣㛆㛆 䄊㙾㛲㾿 䳦㙾䈒䈒㙾㮮䘫䴏 䀷䳦㛲䈒䪊” 䛽䘫 䄊䘫㛆㛆䘫㙕䕺

‘䐩䛽㙾㑝 䈒䘫 䛽㙾㑝 䀷䳚䴏㙾㮮䤑 䄊㙾㛲 䵹䴏䘫㾿 䦼䴏㙾䳚䛽䘫䴏䕺’

䉰㛆䴏䘫㡣㧾 䘫䛽䳚䄊䦼䴏䵹䘫㛆 䛽䘫 䀷㙕䘫㡣䵹 㙕䀷㛲䘫 䴏㙾㑝䀷㙕 㛲䳚㙾䴏㙾䯲 㙾䘫㮮㙾䯲䳚㙕䘫䵹䀷䦼䦼 㙾䳚䳚䌑㙕䀷䌑䘫䘫 䀷㡣䛽’㡣䘫㛆㧾䴏䉰䀷䀷㙕㑝䴏㙾 䘫䛽䳚 㙕䵹㮮 㙕䵹䕺䳚䳚䦼䘫䛽㛲㮮䵹䘫㛆䳦㡣㮮㑝䕺䴏㙾䀷㙕 䛽㮮䴇䘫 䴏䘫䵹䳦䛽䐩㡣䵹䕺䉰㛆 䳚䵹䳚㡣䌑 䤑䘫䳚䳚㡣㮮䤑 䀷㛲㫰䳚 䳚㙾㟭㙾㾿㟭䳦䵹䦼 䵹䐩㡣㛆䉰㙾䯲䀷䳚䌑䘫

㧾㛆㡣䉰䘫䴏’䀷 䛽䘫䵹㙕 䀷䛽㙾䳚 䦼䵹䳦㟭㾿 䵹㮮㙕 䛽䘫 㮮䘫䵹䴏㛆䄊 㑝䘫㮮䳚 㛲㮮䳦㙾㮮䀷䳦㡣㙾㛲䀷㾿 䦼㛲䳚 䛽䘫 䴏䘫䈒䵹㡣㮮䘫㙕 䵹㑝䵹㟭䘫䕺 㰃㙾 㙾㮮䘫 㡣㮮 䳚䛽䘫 䛽䵹㛆㛆 䛽䵹㙕 䘫㮄䌑䘫䳦䳚䘫㙕 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 䳚㙾 䌑㛲㛆㛆 㙾䯲䯲 䀷㛲䳦䛽 䵹 䈒㙾䉰䘫䕺 䴇䛽㡣䀷 㑝䵹䀷 䵹 䯲㡣䤑䛽䳚 㙾䯲 䀷㑝㙾䴏㙕 䵹㮮㙕 䈒䵹䤑㡣䳦㾿 䵹㮮㙕 䀷㙾 䛽㡣䀷 䈒㙾䉰䘫 㑝䵹䀷 㛲㮮䳦㙾㮮䉰䘫㮮䳚㡣㙾㮮䵹㛆䕺

“䥳㙾㛲 䀷䘫䘫㾿 㑝䛽䘫㮮 䄊㙾㛲 㛆㡣䉰䘫 䵹䀷 䵹㮮 䵹㙕䉰䘫㮮䳚㛲䴏䘫䴏㾿 䄊㙾㛲 䌑㡣䳦㟭 㛲䌑 䳦䘫䴏䳚䵹㡣㮮 䳚䛽㡣㮮䤑䀷㾿” 䐩㡣㛆䉰䵹 䀷䵹㡣㙕㾿 䳚䛽䘫㮮 䳚㙾㙾㟭 䵹 䀷䳚䵹㮮䳦䘫䕺䕺

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Chapter 43: Matilda
Oliver was pissed at what had just happened; he immediately decided not to hold back at all.

“I’ll show you the power of a noble, you piece of shit!” Oliver yelled out, his blade engulfed in flames.

He held his flame-covered blade with pride and then slashed at Silva, releasing a powerful flame arc.

“This is just pitiful,” Silva said. He made a simple slash motion with his sword, and the flame arc dispersed.

“You’re weak,” Silva said and then charged at Oliver. He wanted to win with a smashing victory, regardless of what troubles it might cause.

He was so fast that Oliver was unable to see him. Silva went for a slash at the neck, ready to cut him down.

“Stop!” The Duke’s voice boomed, and Silva stopped immediately. He didn’t know why, but the voice carried a force that stopped him.

“Your strength is indeed something else, Silva. My son is considered a prodigy, and here you have defeated him,” the Duke said.

“Master Oliver must have gone easy on me. I am undeserving of such praise,” Silva said with his head bowed.

The Duke frowned because he understood what Silva was doing here; he was insulting him even further.

Everyone could see that Oliver didn’t hold back; he was simply subdued.

After the fight, Silva quickly found a corner to stay in for the rest of the whole event. He had done what they had asked of him.

The Viscount had asked that he show off a little, and he was sure that this was enough showing off, no matter how you looked at it.

This fight would cause issues for him for sure, but he was ready for what would come. As long as an evolved did not come after him, he was certain he would survive any fight.

As he stayed in his corner, an old lady approached him. She held a glass of wine and carried herself in a dignified manner.

But one thing was certain when Silva looked at her: she was strong, maybe as much as the Duke, or even more.

He could tell that her power was great, but he could not get a good grasp on it.

“It is a beautiful night, isn’t it?” she asked Silva.

“Who are you?” Silva cut to the chase. He could tell she wasn’t here to make small talk.

“Oho, my name is Matilda, but you can call me Grandma,” she said with a smile.

“Why would I do that?” Silva asked.

“Haha, I was just joking. I am the Director of the Blacklight Academy. After your performance today, I’d like for you to join my academy,” she said.

“No, I don’t think I want to go,” Silva said. “Also, I am only twelve. There are still two years before I think of school,” Silva said.

“Well, with your abilities, accepting you early is not an issue. In fact, there are always those we accept early every year. You will be one of them,” she said.

“Stop speaking like I have accepted to go. I am not going,” Silva refused.

“Then we won’t let your sister in as well,” Matilda said.

Immediately she spoke, killing intent seeped out of Silva. He looked at her with a face that said, “Try that and I’ll kill you.”

“You’re strong, but I doubt even with your strength you can defeat the academy and the city.

I also saw how you looked at the Duke. It seems you have some business with him. You can get closer to his children through the academy.

I am offering you this now because of my own personal reasons. I have known about you long before you came here, and also your sister. That is why I know she wants to join the academy.

If you refuse my offer, then I’ll have no choice but to refuse her. Will you stand in the way of her dreams because of your selfish reasons?” Matilda said, walking away.

Silva stood there and watched her leave. These were the reasons he ran from politics. A single man can be strong, but not stronger than politics.

It was an alliance made of not only the strong, but the wise. It brought the most demonic and evil brands of humans.

Even with all your strength, it is impossible to fight against them. Even the strongest men are tied by politics.

Silva wanted to go to the academy, but he wanted to do it at his own pace. He knew that his dreams were leading him to the academy, and he would surely go.

But still, he wanted to be in control. When the director came up to him, she took away that control and made him move at her pace.

The issue was not in going to the academy. The issue lay in the rope that had been set around his neck.

Matilda knew that Silva would not budge and that he was a hard nut to crack, so she immediately hit him where it would hurt the most—Lia.

If he refused what Matilda said, he would kill Lia’s dream, and if Lia ever found out, she would be devastated and might never forgive him.

The solution was simple: he had to do what Matilda said. He would just have to go to the academy.

“It’s just a matter of time. Soon, no one will be able to control what I do. For now, I’ll keep quiet and slowly build my own army in the shadows.

Waiting for the right time to use them, that time will be to complete whatever task Ophelia gave me.

And after that, I can do whatever I want.”

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