Chapter 124: Cecils Choice (1/2)

Angora impatiently asked Edward and the others about the ‘infiltration’ right after he joined the Players.

“I see. It was those two…”

He immediately understood why Cecil was so angrily accusing him after learning that Terrosche and Silva had bravely volunteered to infiltrate Cecil’s keep.

To a certain extent, his eldest brother really wasn’t trying to frame him—he ultimately did order the Players to infiltrate Cecil’s keep, and from those two idiotic Players customary foolish behavior, they would not have refrained from attacking Cecil if he was in their way…

Moreover, the corpses of Players would disappear if they were not revived within a certain amount of time, and it was therefore no surprise that Cecil couldn’t present the corpses of his ‘assassins’.

“What the hell is all that?” Angora firmly scratched his head, and could not help suspect that coming back to Tunaya was the wrong decision.

“By the way, I don’t know if it has anything you want, but I have found some letters in his room.”

Edward saw that Angora was left so distressed that he could lose hair, and so handed the letters he found in Cecil’s room, feeling very hopeful that more hair would drop off.

Be that as it may, Angora took it and could not help showing an indifferent face after glancing through the beautiful handwriting in the letter. “You’re mistaken. It’s just a letter my father wrote to his good friend Ainsworth a long time ago.”

After all, what Angora wanted to see was proof that the God of Games’ Church was being revived that his eldest brother mentioned, and those old letters that were almost as old as Angora himself clearly wasn’t that.

“Although I have no idea why Cecil would have it, it definitely isn’t what I want—”

That was when the relaxed Angora paused.

Frowning and then sitting straight, he grabbed the letter from the table to carefully read through it again and realized his hunch was right. “D*mn it, could Cecil be that stupid?”

He had thought that Cecil was coveting the System which he gained from the God of Games and therefore mentioned the ‘the divine relic’, although that did not appear to be the case now.

“What is it?” Vela, who had been waiting upon him asked worriedly.

The other players could not help turning their eyes to him as well.

Hence, Angora told him what happened before, sparing the part about his roots.

Edward couldn’t help lifting a brow after he had finished hearing his story. “That’s nothing to worry about, right? He is going to inherit your father’s dukedom sooner or later, not to mention that he and his lackeys were only capable of that much…unless you’re still afraid that he would go for a coup?”

“There’s nothing humans won’t do when they are desperate,” Angora countered.

“Yes, but wasn’t the best opportunity to rebel was when he and his men surrounded you and your father?” Edward countered firmly in turn rationally. “Wouldn’t a coup afterward be a little stupid and a little impractical?”

Angora, however, exposed the secret as to why Cecil did not take action.

“You don’t get it. It would have been meaningless even if they had numbers then, because my father is under the covert protection of the castle’s chief guardian. He was a high-ranked priest formerly ordained at the Church of Glory, and he would probably have been promoted to bishop if he didn’t take the job as this castle’s chief guardian. Mob characters like Cecil would never win against him.”

“What’s more, my father is a duke and a follower of Kratos, the God of War. Although his ability wouldn’t exactly be outstanding, he has the protection of the God of War from the Temple of Glory. Normal people would never hurt him easily.”