Chapter 306 Chapter 100 Marquis Mays (Part 1)
The silver lamp ignited with the light of flames, mixing with the light emitted by the alchemical lamps, refracting off the white walls framed by precious paintings, scattering upon the ancient and heavy pine floor.
The black-haired young man’s hard leather boots stepped on it, making a faint, inaudible, yet truly existing sound.
Igert did not pay attention to the precious paintings and sculptures used to adorn the family’s wealth and majesty around him. The attendants and maids who came and went with slightly bowed heads were also hurrying as usual.
The butler in a black robe in front of him stopped his steps, turned around, and asked with a slight smile, “Is Young Master Ig worried?”
“A little.”
Igert did not hide it. In the past, when he was at home, Igert did not spend much time with his father. Apart from a long talk before he left on a snowy night more than half a year ago, the last time before that was several years ago.
He was indeed a little worried that he, currently only Silver, would not meet Marquis Mays’ requirements.
“The Marquis will naturally be pleased that the young master has returned. Moreover, there will be no clan members or people from Yagmein here.”
Viscount Yagmein of Zerl was Eggesti’s elder brother. The current rift between him and the Marquis did not need to be concealed from Igert.
The butler turned to the young man, “Young Master Ig, we have arrived. His Lordship the Marquis is waiting for you.”
Igert thanked him, placed his palm on the door panel, and pushed it open with force.
“Creak.”
Marquis Mays, wearing a black robe, seemed to be in deep thought with his back turned, but Igert could still feel his tall and solid presence.
“Father.”
“You’re back?”
Marquis Mays turned around and looked at the black-haired young man who was walking closer, a smile appearing on his face. “I thought you might return a little later.”
“Father, you made it very clear to me back then. The son of Marquis Mays and the identity of the Landgraf family are not that important. If the clan members want to take them away, even if I hide for a few years, what impact would that have?”
Igert said. The black-haired young man suddenly smiled again, “However, I never expected my current cultivation level when that happened.”
When Igert proposed going to Lorinc with Verafia back then, he didn’t dare to think his strength would advance an inch.
“I can see you’ve experienced a lot.”
Marquis Mays looked at the young man’s face, which was clearly more resolute than when he left, shook his head and smiled, gesturing for the young man to sit down. “According to my perception, the strength of your Dou Qi has long been at the peak of Silver, just one step away from Gold. If the timing is right, there is still a chance before the assessment.”
“You overestimate me. I have no way to reach Gold.”
Igert shook his head and gave a wry smile.
In fact, after accepting the power infusion from the Blood Swordsman Oran in the “Hall of Blood” a few months ago, apart from the first few days when his strength rapidly increased, it returned to his familiar state in the following days, and he didn’t advance an inch no matter how much he practiced.
Even Verafia, who was very concerned about this before, had completely given up on trying to improve him.
“It’s good to have gained something. Moreover, even the top astrologers cannot predict serendipity.”
Marquis Mays said, “Igert, I vaguely heard about your experiences in Rubiel with Dawn’s daughter and Charlis. It seems you advanced to Silver there?”
“Yes…”
Just as Igert was about to say Duke Oran’s name, his voice suddenly stopped. He remembered Charlis’s initial gaze towards Duke Oran and his identity as a “Blood Race rebel.” Had his father taken any additional actions towards him?
After all, in the domain of the Hall of Blood back then, Duke Oran’s words, when mentioning Marquis Mays’ name, vaguely carried ill will.
Seeing the difficulty on the young man’s face, Marquis Mays chuckled, “Igert, if you have any unspeakable secrets, you don’t need to tell me in detail.”
Igert nodded, relieved.
“Father, when Miss Verafia and I returned to Lorinc… we met a Saint-level mage whose title was ‘Hand of the Storm,’ named Edgeworth. Lord Edgeworth said that you invited him to Lorinc?”
Igert suddenly looked up and asked.
“Yes. I did invite Lord Edgeworth… but unfortunately, he perished in the domain of the Dragon of Death’s riot.”
Marquis Mays’s voice was filled with sighs. Suddenly, the Marquis raised his gaze, “It seems you happened to go through that event. Vicena told me that in that domain, she saw an extremely fierce sword that cut through that domain… In her words, that sword light was ‘Absolute Destruction.'”
“Father, what you said is not wrong. ‘Absolute Destruction,’ Lord Lothel’s sword technique, it was me… no, it was activated from this sword.”
Igert took out the long sword, End, from his embrace. It was old and damaged, completely unlike its former glory. But the moment Marquis Mays saw the long sword, his pupils visibly shrank.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, and it was not until a long time later that the Marquis shifted his gaze from the sword edge, “It’s really his sword… I never thought that after a hundred years, his sword would fall into your hands.”
Marquis Mays suppressed his emotions, turned his gaze back to the young man who was also gazing at him.
“Igert, put this sword away. Lo… his sword should not be seen by others in this world.”
“Father.”
Igert sensed considerable emotional fluctuation from the Marquis’s words. After hesitating for a few breaths, he raised his head again and spoke:
“Father, you seem to be very hesitant to mention Lord Lothel’s name… Can you tell me, what is your relationship with him?”
“Igert, you should know that his name is feared by the entire world.”
Marquis Mays shook his head, “However, you are not entirely wrong in thinking that Senior Lo indeed owes me a great debt.”
“Since that’s the case, then Father, you…”
The glance from Marquis Mays made Igert realize that his tone was impatient. He took a deep breath and sat down again.
“Are you questioning why I didn’t help his reputation?”
Marquis Mays’s voice slowly came through, his pair of deep blue eyes revealing profound colors:
“That’s right. Nowadays, any defamation regarding his name is just false accusation. But, Igert, have you ever heard who was the true hero back then, and who once resisted the destructive offensive of the Demon Realm army in front of the Holy City and rallied the entire world to defend the light?”
“And this only happened a hundred years ago. In the entire Peka, there are still people like me who experienced that war, and they haven’t all died yet. But how many of them have spoken out?”
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I originally intended to mention Veer in this chapter, but the word count ended up being this much as I was writing… so I’ll split it into two chapters.
