Chapter 123: Change (2/2)

“Well, Cecil and I just can’t stand each other, and it’s going to be a problem if things get violent. Even if you did tell me to compromise, we should avoid any direct confrontation. Surely you don’t wish that things escalate between us? That’s why it would be better if I leave early.”

It was a convincing reason, and the old man did not say anything else after a heartfelt sigh.

Nonetheless, they ran into a fuming Cecil, who was leading all his guards just as they left Horan’s private study.

“What are you doing, Cecil?!” The old man could not help frowning at Cecil. “Are you trying to rebel, bringing so many men with you?”

“Father, he attacked me first!” Cecil pointed an accusing finger at Angora. “He sent his people to assassinate me! I would have died if my men didn’t defend me with their lives!”

In his head, Angora was musing that he only had the Players slip into Cecil’s keep to steal information.

Assassinate my foot. He was too good at poisoning the well.

Hence, he resolved himself and asked, “The assassination failed since you’re alive, I believe? If that’s the case, surely you should present us the murderer, be they alive or dead? It’s a tall tale if you put the blame on me out of empty words.

“Show those two corpses!” Cecil sneered with a face that said ‘I-knew-you-would-defend-yourself-like-that’.

The old man’s expression turned strict as he stared at Angora in suspicion as well.

But the guards never presented the ‘corpses’ even after a long time had passed.

It was only until the captain of Cecil’s personal guard arrived and whispered something into his ear that he roared at Angora viciously, pointing at him again. “You must have done something to the assassins’ corpses! They vanished completely!”

“Enough! This is over!”

The old man’s severe cry cut Cecil’s accusations short. “Go back, Cecil.”

Angora stared in shock at the old man—didn’t Horan tell him to let Cecil have his way?

In turn, the old man gave him a look that said—this is the last time your daddy helps you, and you’re on your own from now on.

However, that exchange naturally became the picture of a good father and a devoted son bonded tacitly in Cecil’s eyes.

He was speechless in his rage with the two men, and ended up heaving a mouthful of blood at the ground.

“Cecil…” The old man was frightened, but was shoved away as he hurried to him to check on his eldest son. He stumbled one step behind and almost fell, and found his child’s gaze ever so cold and… unfamiliar.

“I’ve said…” Cecil turned around even as his body wobbled and spoke in unparalleled coldness. “I will take if you don’t give… be it a god’s relic or this family… it’s all mine! All of you forced me to!”

“I have no interest in what’s yours,” Angora said probingly, realizing that Cecil wasn’t in a good condition. “I’m returning to my town tomorrow.”

“Hmph. That’s because you’ve got what you wanted… I know… I know everything.”

Cecil laughed sinisterly, and slowly left the walkway along with his guards and his captain, who was helping him stand—leaving Angora and Horan, who were frowning at each other.