SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts Chapter 270: People From His Homeland

Damien sat in his room, staring blankly at the wall, his mind still replaying the details of his conversation with Arielle.

The fact that important people had co looking for the savior of Westmont unsettled him more than he was willing to admit.

Before he could dwell on it further, the door creaked open, and Arielle stepped inside.

She didn't waste ti with greetings.

"I need to tell you sothing," she said, closing the door behind her.

Damien leaned forward, rubbing his temples. "Go on."

Arielle walked over to the chair across from him and sat down, crossing her legs.

"I overheard part of the conversation between the Town Lord and the people looking for you," she admitted.

Damien's gaze sharpened. "You did?"

Arielle nodded. "I don't know the full story, but I do know that the Town Lord was the one who spoke to them first. He confird to them that there was a 'Damien' in the town who was the one that had rescued the town as the individuals had no idea who had done it."

Damien's expression didn't change, but internally, he was cursing.

"The worst part?" Arielle continued. "He also told them that I was the one keeping tabs on you."

Damien's jaw clenched slightly.

Arielle leaned back, her expression serious. "When I was summoned to give an account, I just told them you were missing. That's all they got from ."

Damien sighed. "And after that?"

"They dismissed . I wasn't there for the rest of the conversation."

Silence stretched between them for a mont before Arielle spoke again.

"If you want to know more, you're gonna have to ask the Town Lord yourself," she said.

Damien gave her a tired look. "I figured that much."

Arielle shrugged. "I'd suggest you rest a bit more before going to see him."

But Damien shook his head. "No. I've rested enough."

Without another word, he stood up.

Arielle blinked. "Wait, you're going now?"

Damien grabbed his coat. "Yes."

Arielle groaned, standing up as well. "Fine. I'm coming with you."

Together, they left the room and made their way toward the Town Lord's residence.

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The Town Lord's residence was a large estate surrounded by well-maintained gardens. The scent of fresh flowers drifted through the air as Damien and Arielle stepped past the outer gates.

The guards at the entrance recognized them instantly, allowing them inside without question.

As they walked further into the estate, they spotted the Town Lord taking a stroll through the garden.

The older man's face lit up when he saw them. "Damien!"

His voice carried genuine relief and excitent. He strode toward them with open arms, a broad smile on his face.

"I was planning to visit you later today," he said cheerfully. "But it seems you've saved the trouble by coming here yourself!"

Damien offered a polite nod. "Then I suppose this works out for both of us."

The Town Lord gestured toward a set of chairs around a small table beneath a shaded tree. "Co, let's sit. We have much to discuss."

Damien and Arielle followed him, taking their seats.

Once they were settled, the Town Lord glanced at Arielle. "Is she joining us for the discussion?"

Damien nodded. "Yes. She's the reason I stayed in Westmont in the first place. Whatever we discuss, she deserves to hear it too."

The Town Lord considered this for a mont before nodding. "Very well."

Then, he exhaled, his tone growing more serious. "I assu you're here to ask about the visitors from yesterday."

Damien leaned forward slightly. "Yes. Tell everything you can about them."

The Town Lord clasped his hands together. "While you were missing, a group of highly influential individuals arrived in town. They were looking for the person who saved Westmont from the demon attack."

Damien remained silent, listening intently.

"They didn't know your na," the Town Lord continued. "But from the story they told , it was obvious that they were talking about you."

Damien nodded slightly. That part wasn't surprising.

"I confird to them that the savior of our town was, indeed, a young man," the Town Lord said. "And when I ntioned your na—" He hesitated for a mont. "They reacted."

Damien narrowed his eyes. "Reacted how?"

"It was subtle," the Town Lord admitted. "Like a flicker of recognition, nothing more. At the ti, I didn't think much of it. But now that I know they were from the Eastern Shirefort Continent, I realize it might have been important."

Damien's grip on the armrest of his chair tightened slightly.

People from his holand.

Even if they didn't know it was him, they were looking for a Damien.

And that was enough to put him on edge.

Arielle, sensing his shift in mood, cut in. "Can you describe them? Anything that stood out?"

The Town Lord nodded. "They were… regal. High-ranking, without a doubt. Their clothing was woven with gold and silver embroidery, the kind only kings or royal officials would wear. They carried themselves with authority."

Damien clenched his jaw. "And they said they ca from the Eastern Shirefort Continent?"

"Yes," the Town Lord confird. "They claid that one of their smaller towns had suffered a similar demon attack and wanted to know if Westmont's hero could help them."

Damien's mind was racing.

A demon attack in the Eastern Shirefort Continent?

If that was true, then the situation there was worse than he thought.

But that wasn't what unsettled him the most.

What truly made his stomach twist was the fact that people from his ho continent were now searching for him.

Even if they didn't know it was him.

Arielle glanced at Damien, noting his reaction. "Do you think it's connected to you?"

Damien remained silent for a long mont. Then, finally, he spoke.

"It's possible," he admitted.

The Town Lord observed him carefully. "Do you know these people?"

Damien shook his head. "No. But if they're from the Eastern Shirefort Continent, they're either involved with the Fated Families or working with the Kings or the Emperor."

The Town Lord frowned. "The Fated Families…"

Damien exhaled, leaning back. "Yeah. And if they're involved, this isn't just about demon attacks. There's sothing deeper going on."

Arielle tapped her fingers against the table, thinking. "Then what's the next move?"

Damien closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. "First, I need to find out exactly who these people are and why they're looking for . If I can figure that out, I'll know whether this is sothing I need to run from for now or sothing I need to confront."

The Town Lord nodded. "I see. If I learn anything more, I will let you know imdiately."

Damien appreciated the offer. "Thanks."

Arielle exhaled. "Guess that ans no more disappearing acts for a while, huh?"

Damien smirked. "I'll try my best."

The Town Lord chuckled. "Then let's hope we get answers soon."

Damien's expression darkened slightly.