Chapter 130. Long Time (4)
Callian ‘s hand momentarily stopped. Gray managed to get up for a bit and looked at his two concubines. Seeing that Gray still had some of his dignity left, Callian carried on with his tedious work.
Gray was close to losing his sanity. He knew why he was being thrashed, but he had no clue how to stop it. So he got hit again.
Watching Gray’s face, which looked very thoughtful, Callian kept on hitting.
He didn’t faint, even without his aura.
It was because Callian was hitting wherever it wouldn’t make him faint.
It hurt horribly.
Gray had used a sword for a long time, but this was the first time he felt such severe pain. After suffering more than an hour of ruthless thrashing, Gray finally bowed in front of Callian.
Only then did the bat vanish.
Callian moved toward Gray, and Gray recoiled, backing away. Callian lifted his hand again and seized Gray by the collar. A deep sense of fear filled Gray’s eyes.
In a quiet voice, Callian asked, “Who hit you?”
Callian ‘s voice, filled with force, suggested that Gray should answer well.
“I wonder if the Marquis will agree to a large sum to get rid of his eldest son, who’s coveting the title.”
At that instant, the story Callian had told earlier came to Gray’s mind. Maybe motivated by his survival instinct, Gray swiftly opened his mouth.
“Evan, Marquis Evan Brissen…”
His answer now wasn’t out of uncertainty about the meaning behind Callian ’s question.
‘What a wealthy bond between father and son.’
A sneer showed up on Callian ‘s face.
Gray found that extremely horrifying at the moment.
Callian glanced around while keeping his expression. Gray’s six knights were barely standing.
Callian let go of Gray’s neck. Gray’s body collapsed and dropped to the floor, helpless. Callian ‘s voice, filled with scorn, came from his mouth.
“To have produced a son like this. What a heartless father you are.”
With these words, Callian stomped on Gray’s back.
Gray passed out from the unbearable pain of his spine being crushed, frothing at the mouth. Callian , who had been observing his torment with cold eyes, shifted his gaze to Gray’s servant.
“Do you comprehend what I’m saying?”
At those words, the butler eagerly nodded to the point where he felt a cracking sound in his head.
“I will go back to the White March right away and tell everyone about the unfairness we’ve endured. I will say that Marquiss Brissen sent people here because of his deep conflict with his son.”
“But, the path that the Baron followed matches my route. Is that just a coincidence?”
The servant quickly came up with an answer.
“No, it’s not. The Baron’s trip was scheduled for two days later. Your Highness, you would have been in the palace at that time, so you wouldn’t have coincidentally met.”
Pleased with the answer, Callian nodded once and gave a final caution in a freezing tone.
“Very well. If my name is even slightly mentioned in those rumors…”
The faces of everyone, including the butler, turned pale upon hearing this.
“…Then I’ll track you down, anywhere.”
“Yes, yes, agreed,” the butler muttered, nodding.
Callian grinned contentedly. Then he walked away.
Sitting on the saddle on Raven’s back, Callian looked at Kirie and said.
“As you can see, I’ve paid off your debt as well.”
Kairis, his face still white, nodded in consent.
It was almost two hours later that the waiting group spotted two horses coming from afar.
It was well after evening when they finally reached the last province, Nensia. Due to the tiring journey and activities, Callian ended up missing dinner. After giving Allen a short overview of what had happened, he fell asleep in exhaustion.
Kirie remained awake by his side the whole night, protecting him. He was worried that Gray’s knights might try to get back at them, even though they were already scared by Callian . He wanted to ensure their safety.
The next morning, Yan and Hina were very busy.
As a result, Callian briefly wondered if this place was Chermil or the Lord of Nensia’s castle.
“Didn’t you say a lot of people have assembled?”
When asked if it would be fine to wear casual clothes like he did when leaving, Yan softly advised Callian with these words. Callian looked at the prince’s flashy and fancy attire, curious why he had taken it on the journey in the first place.
“…I don’t think that’s needed,”
In the end, Callian couldn’t beat Yan, and had to wear the prince’s clothes and act elegantly until they got to their destination. Even the other members of the party couldn’t dress casually, since they were the prince’s followers, and had to keep their dignity.
Everyone finished washing and dressing early in the morning, got on their horses, and finally left the Nensia Castle, arriving in Kyris, which was only an hour away.
Callian instantly regretted entering the palace while wearing the prince’s attire. The cheers and praise from the crowd was overpowering.
Sometimes, being too handsome and cool can be exhausting.
The cheers were so loud that they even reached inside the royal palace, startling Romain and Allen, who were waiting for Callian in the library.
“It looks like they’ve arrived.”
Romain, who had been sitting in his chair, lifted his teacup. He looked quite anxious, afraid that something might go wrong.
This was partly because of Allen, who began talking as soon as he came in.
“Your Highness’s son seems to have snapped someone else’s back this time.”
It was a somewhat familiar phrase, but this time it was quite different from before. Romain hid his face with both hands. He then asked Allen the correct question, as he had been instructed to earlier.
“Whose back did he snap?”
Allen, looking pleased, answered in a flattering tone, “It was Gray Brissen’s back.”
Romain felt absolutely no sense of comfort.
When asked how he managed to snap the Swordmaster’s back, Allen replied, “One way or another, it turned out that way.”
Could it be that he faced him alone? Callian was said to be unharmed. But, wouldn’t he have fallen while fighting for some reason or another? Looking at Romain, who had barely shaken his head at Allen’s words, Allen spoke with a kind expression on his face.
“Since the father didn’t have the strength to defend himself, the child stepped up to drive the thief away.”
This remark stabbed straight to the heart of Romain’s conscience, more than any before.
And a moment later…
As Callian entered the palace, he jumped from Raven and was instantly hugged by Allen, who had been waiting outside.
Allen embraced his beloved disciple with open arms.
“Welcome back. You’ve suffered a lot.”
After that, Allen’s victorious and triumphant smile, aimed at Romain, hit the man’s conscience once more.