Chapter 126
Chapter 126
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 126
Chapter Title: Ordaak Guild's Demise
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Ordaak Guild Master's office.
After Ordaak left, Pierba and Poa waited in silence.
A faint trace of worry clouded Pierba's face.
He had insisted his idea was right.
But the situation was turning strange.
"Pierba."
At that moment, Poa called out to him.
His eyes held a look that asked how they would handle this.
Pierba bristled as he met Poa's gaze.
"You right now... "
As his temper flared and he opened his mouth to shout,
Bang!
The door exploded inward as someone tumbled inside.
Both men recoiled and stared at the intruder.
They quickly realized it was a familiar face.
"O-Ordaak?"
Pierba cried out first, his voice laced with shock.
Ordaak's face was caved in, his posture slumped.
His condition was so horrific that for a moment, they almost didn't recognize him.
Creeeak—.
But they had no time to dwell on their shock.
A silver-haired boy strode in through the doorway.
As he glanced at them, Pierba and Poa's faces drained of color.
Arthur Banpellyon.
The rising star known as the young family head.
He was there.
Could he be the one who had reduced Ordaak to that state?
Arthur walked slowly over and plopped down in Ordaak's chair.
"So, whose brilliant idea was it to try kidnapping me?"
He asked leisurely, crossing his legs.
It was the expression of someone who knew everything.
Their faces turned ashen.
"It, it was Poa's doing!"
Pierba shouted first.
Poa whipped around to him in stunned disbelief.
He never imagined Pierba would sell him out without a second thought.
"Oh, really?"
Arthur turned to Poa.
Poa opened and closed his mouth, struggling to speak.
But the timid man by nature couldn't find his voice amid the fear and panic.
"The Banpellyons have something called the Eye of Truth."
Arthur said with a relaxed smile.
"Do I look like a fool to you?"
Pierba's face grew deathly pale.
Information on the Banpellyons was scarce.
They had fallen once, and Glasis had ruthlessly erased every trace.
There was nothing left to know about them.
"You have to know when to stop lying."
Arthur uncrossed his legs.
Pierba immediately slammed his forehead to the floor.
"I-I'm sorry! How dare I even think such a thing!"
Arthur chuckled briefly at the sight of Pierba's immediate apology.
"Just a little white lie you tried, anyway."
Pierba's face drained of all color.
It didn't matter to Arthur whether Pierba had lied or not.
The Ordaak Guild was doomed regardless.
"I know everything about those involved in this incident."
This time, Poa spoke up.
It was the boldest moment of his life.
Arthur scanned Poa from head to toe.
Under that gaze, Poa trembled violently.
It felt like his entire life was being judged in one go.
'The young family head, huh.'
Poa realized no worldly reputation could capture Arthur fully.
That composure, that demeanor.
And the unyielding strength that looked down from above.
He carried himself perfectly as a family head.
"Ur, ahhh!"
Suddenly, Pierba sprang to his feet.
He drew a dagger from his bosom and charged at Arthur.
"Havel."
Arthur uttered one name as he watched.
At that instant,
Pierba's body froze as if shackled.
He couldn't even twitch a finger, let alone move his eyes.
The pitch-black room, lights extinguished.
Beyond that doorway.
Something lurked.
Something no human could withstand.
Deep in the darkened space.
Silver hair, nearly white, swayed slowly.
Arthur rose, casually flicking the dagger from Pierba's grip.
Then he plunged it straight into Pierba's throat.
"Gurgh, gehk, ack."
Pierba spewed foam and slowly collapsed.
Arthur stepped aside indifferently.
The emotion in his eyes was profoundly calm.
"I need to show them what the Banpellyon family is made of."
Anyone who touches the Banpellyons doesn't get off lightly.
Retribution is certain.
Today, the Ordaak Guild vanishes from the world.
The shocking incident of Banpellyon family head Arthur's kidnapping.
The culprits were revealed to be the Ordaak Guild.
Anyone who had ever visited the guild could see it plain as day.
The guild members were strung up outside.
The Banpellyon crest was unmistakably carved into them.
This is what happens to anyone who exposes themselves to us.
The message was clear.
"Lord Arthur!"
Instead, Arthur had to endure a lecture from the butler for a while.
The butler had raised him since early childhood.
He couldn't just stand by while Arthur took such risks.
"You're the family head, Lord Arthur! You can't just waltz into dangerous places!"
"No, butler. That's exactly because I'm the family head."
Arthur lifted his head proudly to the scolding butler.
"If the family head doesn't take risks, no one behind me will follow."
He stated firmly.
The Banpellyons were newly rising now.
If the head shied away in this situation,
His followers would lose faith in the family.
"I need to be bolder. I'll become like the Sword Saint, Havel Banpellyon, someday."
The butler parted his lips as if to argue, then closed them repeatedly.
In the end, he let out a small sigh.
"Understood. If that's your will, Lord Arthur, I won't say more."
Instead, he wrapped Arthur's wrist.
"But please take care of yourself. You're the Banpellyon now."
"Got it."
Arthur smiled with surprising maturity.
Unlike before, he had grown immensely.
Arthur's gaze shifted to Havel.
Even after yesterday's chaos, Havel yawned long and wide.
Boredom was written all over his face.
Dante watched Havel, recalling the letter he had sent.
'Someday, Lord Arthur will discover traces of that person in Lord Havel.'
The only one Dante would call "that person" was one: Sword Saint Havel Banpellyon.
When Havel first appeared, he dismissed it as a coincidence of names.
He had denied any suggestion he might be the Sword Saint.
Sword Saint Havel Banpellyon was a figure from 100 years ago.
And one who had entered the Demonic Palace, from which no one returned.
Yet, for some reason.
'Is it the name? Or that unfathomable strength?'
The more Dante observed Havel, just as he said,
The more Arthur thought of the Sword Saint he had never met.
'I'm in no position to advise,
but if that person doesn't call himself the Sword Saint outright,
perhaps there's a reason for it.'
Asking directly would only get another denial from Havel.
His initial refusal showed his resolve wouldn't change.
Still, Arthur knew one thing for certain.
'Whether Havel is the Sword Saint or not.'
He was giving his all for the Banpellyons.
The fallen Banpellyons rose again because Havel climbed the Tower.
'So my job is simple.'
Make the Banpellyons as mighty as possible.
That's all.
Arthur clenched his fists with deep resolve.
He would build a family worthy of him.
"Lord Arthur."
Havel called to him then.
Arthur snapped his head up at the summons.
He intended to heed whatever Havel said.
"What's up?"
"While I was climbing the Tower, quite a few Dawn Knights gathered, it seems."
Havel had spotted the late-arriving Dawn Knights who came looking for Arthur.
Arthur sensed the disappointment in Havel's eyes as he looked at them.
"They need some proper training.
Maybe I should hold off on the Tower for a few days."
Arthur glanced at the Dawn Knights.
They were trying hard to build up the Banpellyons.
He had thought of them as unsteady but growing together.
Today, though, they seemed utterly pitiful.
Could they survive under Havel's hands?
Arthur couldn't be sure, but he nodded anyway.
Strengthening the Dawn Knights was for the Banpellyons' sake.
"...Please do."
With Arthur's approval, Havel flashed a brief smile.
It carried layers of meaning.
"Whoa, those guys are dead."
Pyod muttered quietly upon seeing Havel's smile.
"Don't worry. You'll join them."
But it wasn't someone else's problem for Pyod.
"W-What? Why me?!"
"Uh, us too? N-No way, me as well?"
Pyod recoiled and shot back, startling Elasia beside him.
She had come down from the Tower after so long, thinking she'd visit the family estate.
But Havel suddenly declared training.
"Yeah, neither of you cracked the top five."
Havel's hellish training.
They thought he'd forgotten, but he remembered perfectly.
"I-I'm a mage!"
"Where do you think you're running off alone?!"
Elasia flailed, hoping at least she could escape.
"Don't worry. Mage or warrior, I grind 'em the same."
But Havel had no intention of letting her go.
As Elasia's face fell, Baria Graiza opened a book.
It detailed the Graiza family's information.
Staring at it absently, Baria turned to Havel.
"Lord Havel, I have something to report."
"What is it?"
Baria had also informed them of Arthur's kidnapping this time.
Listening closely, Baria glanced at Arthur.
"There's a regular gathering for the Five Great Families and other high houses called Kailro."
It seemed like a networking event among nobles.
Havel recalled something similar from his time.
He'd skipped it because it was a hassle.
But he knew its importance.
"And?"
"It looks like the Banpellyons are on the guest list for this Kailro."
Havel's eyes narrowed.
Baria hesitated before continuing.
"And the inviter is Glasis."
Glasis.
Once vassals to the Banpellyons.
Now traitors who stole their wealth and power to rise among the Five Great Families.
They had summoned the Banpellyons.
"'We'll call you first.' That's the message."
No reason to decline when they reached out.
"Lord Arthur."
"Yeah, I heard."
Arthur nodded, his face set.
The time had come to announce the Banpellyons' return to the world.