Chapter 239 - Chapter 239: Chapter 229: Turning Against Each Other (1/2)

Chapter 239: Chapter 229: Turning Against Each Other

Byrne’s gaze was icier than it had ever been as he stared at the mad old man in the white fog.

He slowly stepped back, maintaining a distance that was conducive to both attack and defense.

The man with streaks of gray in his hair was extremely vigilant, constantly on guard, observing his surroundings with almost no blind spots.

Viscount Bast’s power of Bloodline was the “Bronze Lion,” which was far superior to his own in close combat, so he must keep a sufficient distance.

The deputy leader of the Stars Embrace Order also kept his distance, his voice betraying confusion.

“Eh? Infighting?”

The three of them stood in a triangular formation in the dense white fog that severely limited visibility.

Any rash move by either party would lead to a significant shift in the situation.

Viscount Bast laughed heartily and said slowly with a cold face, looking in Byrne’s direction, “You betrayed me, Byrne, I knew long ago that you would betray me!”

His facial muscles twisted in rage as he bellowed, “You damned fool, to think I trusted you for so long! Byrne! Are you not a man of loyalty and honor? How dare you stab me in the back?”

Byrne’s Body Double still stood not far from Viscount Bast, who paid it no heed, having long known that it posed no significant threat.

Moreover, since it was within his line of sight, it actually made him feel more at ease.

The Body Double, identical to Byrne, spoke calmly, its cold eyes betraying the gravity of the revelation it was about to make.

“The one who opened the barrier and helped the Meyer family invade Nasir Town was you!”

The moment the Body Double uttered these words, the madness in Viscount Bast’s eyes disappeared entirely, and his expression became extremely solemn.

“Ah, you really are too foolish, Byrne, to think like that… I’ve said it was Zavier who stole the Spell, who helped the Meyer family. Didn’t you find his diary too?”

Viscount Bast paused briefly, then smiled and continued in a softer tone, “Byrne, could it be that Black Hawk Zavier left something that misled you?”

He slowly extended his hand towards Byrne’s actual location, musing aloud, “It’s alright, I can forgive your stupidity, Byrne. Come and help me.”

However, Byrne did not move closer, instead, he continued speaking.

“That diary left by Black Hawk Zavier, it was also pre-forged by you, wasn’t it, Bast? To mislead me, you deliberately assigned me the task of searching for Zavier’s so-called fallback plan.”

“If you had told me outright that everything was Zavier’s doing, I would certainly have become suspicious. But discovering the diary on my own is entirely different because everyone tends to believe the ‘truth’ they find for themselves.”

Viscount Bast’s eyes gradually turned colder.

In fact, Byrne had nearly been deceived, truly thinking the one who had stolen the Spell, briefly opened the big barrier, conspired with the Meyer family, and allowed them to invade Nasir Town was Black Hawk Zavier.

But one day, out of habitual caution, he decided to test whether the letter was a forgery, so he analyzed “Zavier’s diary” with the Deconstructive Perspective.

Through the power of the Deconstructive Perspective, Byrne discovered something odd: the ink on the diary was of a type commonly used by the nobility in Fein City, not the specialty ink produced in Phelps Port.

That wasn’t necessarily a big deal; maybe Zavier just happened to use that ink.

But just to be safe, he compared the handwriting in the diary and quickly discovered more discrepancies.

Although the handwriting was disguised very well, almost ninety percent similar to Zavier’s own, it still wasn’t right. Only Byrne, who possessed “Profound Memory,” could detect that ten percent difference.

Bast’s tone became very icy, devoid of any emotion, like a demon masquerading as a human.

“You really are a dog that won’t be tamed, Byrne.”

Byrne took a deep breath and slowly shook his head, “I’ve always been hesitant, until… you sent someone to infiltrate the Fischer family.”

Viscount Bast gave a sinister smile and said:

“Exactly, that was Renzo’s idea. Can’t I be vigilant against you heretics?”

Byrne remained silent without answering immediately; indeed, he had not been mistaken. Although that man didn’t know everything, he had pieced together clues and guessed the Fischer family’s most significant and closely guarded secret.

So he could not let him go!

“Heretic, it’s really unexpected, your Fischer family seems like the foolish offspring of false gods, yet you actually worship some deceitful being…”

Elsewhere, the deputy leader of the Stars Embrace Order murmured to himself, not expecting the Fischer family to actually worship some deceitful being.

However, he was well aware that anyone who didn’t worship the Chaos Constellation was undoubtedly just an ignorant fool yet to understand the true nature of the world.

There was an icy resolve in Bast’s eyes. Renzo had once said that no matter how good his relationship with Byrne might be, their offspring might not feel the same way.