Lord of the Truth Chapter 1114 1114: Was

"It was Jabba's voice."

"What?!" Richard's eyes widened to their limits. Even though he had never had a proper eting with Jabba —neither in the past nor in the present— he had heard countless stories about him.

His father's first disciple, the valiant general who single-handedly stood up to a warlord, the genius planner who ca up with the idea of ​​points to reward soldiers, the brilliant engineer behind the idea of ​​using the Imperial Capital buildings to draw the arrays and even gave Robin the idea of ​​the arrays themselves, the researcher who managed to acquire the Eye of Truth and the person who delivered the superior energy control technique that human emperors used to use the fourth stage of laws, and much more!

Jabba was the undisputed second man of the Empire, he was even higher in status than Caesar during his ti, but unfortunately the secret word here is: was.

"...." As for Robin, his entire body froze for a mont. His breath seed to catch in his throat as if he had montarily forgotten how to inhale.

When the explosions had erupted in such a catastrophic manner, hundreds of scenarios had flashed through Robin's mind. Jabba had been one of them… but out of all the possibilities, that scenario had seed the least probable to him. And yet, it was the one closest to his heart— the only one he truly wanted to believe in.

Sakaar continued, his voice unwavering, "He sent a short ssage. In summary, he told that we needed to escape or find shelter imdiately—otherwise, he wouldn't be responsible for what would happen in ten seconds. The presence that contacted was undoubtedly Jabba's soul imprint."

A faint smile crept onto Robin's face. "Heh..." Then, it grew wider. "Hahaha… HAHAHAHAHA! Didn't I tell you?! Didn't I tell you, you fools?! He would never betray !"

"..." Sakaar simply watched as his lord laughed hysterically, choosing to remain silent.

anwhile, Richard's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. He nodded a few tis as if a weight had been lifted off his chest. He knew how deep a wound Jabba had left in his father's heart. For Robin to finally receive a sign —on a day of victory, no less— was nothing short of a miracle. "This is great. But how did he pull sothing like that off? When I went to retrieve Father, the entire area was obliterated— the ground itself had disappeared!"

"Haha! It must have sothing to do with Jabba's research on blood techniques! Have you forgotten the report? He distributed a technique to so of their soldiers, making them stronger or sothing like that. Maybe he used a modified version of it sohow." Robin's laughter remained loud and unrestrained. If he weren't currently pressing his hand against Caesar's forehead, he might have started clapping in excitent.

Richard nodded, still smiling, but then a thought seed to strike him suddenly. His expression turned serious. "But why? Why would he go through all this trouble? At the negotiation eting, he openly insulted you, mocked Mother's na, and even—"

"...Yes, I nearly killed him before my battle with Pythor." At the ntion of that mont, Robin's laughter ca to an abrupt halt. His gaze slowly shifted toward Sakaar. "If it weren't for you asking to stop… I suppose that's one more thing I owe you thanks for."

"There's no need." Sakaar shook his head. "You and I both noticed sothing… but for so reason, you chose to ignore it."

Robin nodded knowingly. He understood exactly what Sakaar was referring to. It was that small yet significant mont when Jabba had ntioned that the Overlord had entered his soul domain and read through it as if he were skimming a newspaper.

That specific remark had not been the highlight of Jabba's words at the ti. If he had fully sided with the Empire of the Great Serpent, he would have phrased his statent in a way that glorified the Supre Lord's power. But instead, the words he chose conveyed fear.

The statent had passed over most listeners like any other phrase uttered that day, blending into the heated exchange. But for individuals like Sakaar and Robin —who dissected every word with ticulous precision— it had stood out like a glaring anomaly.

As for why Robin had ultimately dismissed it…

"...I thought I was overthinking it. After he went on about my hatred for the Giant race, I assud I was just trying to find an excuse to spare him." Robin let out a heavy sigh and rested his forehead against his palm.

"That's what I thought as well, You wouldn't miss words," Sakaar responded curtly.

Sakaar's trust in the Lord's intelligence had long surpassed all limits. His deep insight and ticulous way of thinking had led him to the sa conclusion: the Lord was forcing himself to kill his disciple, despite having doubts about his betrayal. That was precisely why Sakaar had shouted at him— to let him know that he, too, had noticed that small yet significant detail, and that he should reconsider before making such a final decision.

"Heh~ That boy owes you his life," Robin nodded several tis, his voice laced with sothing between amusent and contemplation. "Since he chose you to deliver the ssage, that ans he understands what you did for him... Get in touch with him and tell him to co. Let him know that I won't hold anything against him. He's free to go and do whatever he pleases once we exchange a few words."

Sakar remained silent for a few monts, his lips pressed into a thin line. "...About that," he finally muttered.

Robin's sharp eyes imdiately locked onto him, his eyebrows furrowing. "What's the problem?"

Sakaar inhaled deeply before answering, "Jabba's ssage… there was sothing else in it." His voice was unusually heavy. He hesitated for a second but then decided to just say it. "At the end of the ssage, he said… 'Goodbye.'"

Robin's expression shifted. His eyes darkened, and his voice carried an edge of urgency. "What do you an, 'goodbye'?" He raised his voice slightly.

"I don't know!" The imp felt like he was being interrogated. "What he said, word for word, was that you —Master— were lucky to have beside you. And then… he said goodbye."

"...He called 'Master'?" Robin's confusion deepened, his gaze clouded with thought. After a mont, he muttered, "...Maybe he's planning to run away sowhere, thinking that I'm still angry with him. Just contact him and tell him to co back. He chose you to contanct, so it wouldn't be appropriate for to speak to him directly."

Sakaar nodded and pulled out a spatial ring from the blue leather pouch at his side. He stared at it in silence for a mont before lifting his head and looking at Robin again. "His soul imprint… it's inactive."

Robin's breath hitched. His entire deanor shifted as he frowned. "What do you an by 'inactive'?" His voice grew sharp, laced with disbelief. "A soul imprint remains active as long as the soul exists! Even if he traveled to another planet, he might not receive ssages, but the imprint itself should still be active! Or are you saying he's just ignoring it?!" Robin's tone turned accusing as he snapped at Sakaar.

But when he noticed Sakaar's silence, a horrible feeling gnawed at his chest.

Without another word, he hastily injected his soul sense into his own communication ring, frantically searching for Jabba's soul imprint.

It was there— registered. But it was dimd. Unselectable.

An eerie silence fell over the cave, suffocating and thick with an unspoken dread. Robin stared at his ring in shock, his fingers tightening around it. Sakaar and Richard stood frozen, unable to form a single word.

"...What does this an, huh?" Robin lifted the ring, first toward Richard, then toward Sakaar. "One of you, tell what this ans!!"

Sakaar lowered his head, avoiding Robin's gaze. "There is no one more knowledgeable about the voice rings and soul imprints than their creator, you my Lord."

Robin's grip on the ring tightened, his voice filled with raw frustration. "Even creators make mistakes! I am not a god! I don't have answers to everything!!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the cavern, trembling with restrained emotions.

The temperature within the small cave fluctuated wildly—one mont unbearably hot, the next chillingly cold. Sakaar and Richard swallowed hard, their throats dry. Neither of them dared to voice the obvious truth, fearing it would be like throwing oil onto an already raging fire.

Robin remained still for a long mont, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him like an iron shackle. Finally, he took a slow breath and removed his hand from Caesar's forehead, shifting his gaze toward Richard. His voice, though calr, carried a heavy finality.

"His soul domain has stabilized. His life force has also steadied. Let the field hospital formations do their work… and go to the Lava Sea to gather life energy from there. I have a short trip to make."

With that, he stood up. And in the blink of an eye— he vanished.

Richard and Sakaar stood in silence for a long mont, the situation took many turns during their short conversation, and now they could only obey their orders and hope for the best.

In this dark mont, Holak raised his head ever-so-slightly and muttered: "...Hey, what about that pillow?"