Hm?
I felt a cold wave of air wash over my body.
A man stood before , an amused smile stretched across his face.
I could feel the entire body under my control. Kael’s consciousness had faded into slumber... temporarily.
Was this his doing?
I looked at the man again.
Nemur Daithra—Headmaster of Namda Academy.
A Sovereign.
The ga had described him as soft-spoken and gentle. Soone who cared a great deal for his students.
But... right now, looking at the creature before , I felt none of the care that had been described.
I could see the look in his eyes.
I knew what those eyes ant.
The man before was no saint as described in the ga.
An opportunist.
That was the only word that could politely describe him.
In the past year since awakening my full consciousness after the spar with Arthur, I had been working to install a safety chanism in Kael’s soul.
And his mind.
If anything surpassed the limitations of the chanism, it would trigger an automatic response, thereby shutting Kael’s soul down for a brief amount of ti.
Such a forceful act could be harmful to this body in the long run, so it had to be used only when absolutely necessary.
And...
This man had been trying to do sothing to Kael’s body. At my current level of strength, I couldn’t exactly figure out what had been done, but—
It was sothing that triggered the safety chanism, switching Kael’s soul with mine.
"Interesting."
Nemur’s voice reached my ears.
I didn’t speak.
I had to analyse the situation. The man before was infinitely stronger than my current self.
Defeating him in combat would be delusional.
And speaking too much could do more harm than actually fighting him.
I had to listen to what he thought.
Why would soone, known to be a shield for the students, act like this?
There was a possibility of him discovering my association with criminals.
But that was a long stretch.
Though D.X. had now grown stronger, with a wider network of criminals working under ...
It wasn’t enough to warrant suspicion.
In the first place, none of the criminals under had acted as mbers of D.X.
There had been no active operations of the organisation—at least not in the public records.
The identity of D.X. itself wasn’t known to anyone besides the mbers themselves.
So linking to sothing that was non-existent from the world’s point of view was... ridiculous.
Still...
Nemur was a Sovereign.
And I still didn’t have enough grasp of the abilities of the Sovereigns... yet.
Though I had fought against them in the ga...
It was a ga.
This was reality.
The ga’s chanics had been designed to fight, to kill, and to survive.
Every minor detail about the powers of each character couldn’t be displayed in sothing that was rely a human creation.
This was a living world.
I couldn’t judge the abilities of these characters simply based on how they fought or behaved in the ga.
That would be foolish...
And pathetic!
"You have a strong will, for soone of your rank and... age."
Nemur’s words echoed in my mind.
Will...
Had he tried so kind of ntal attack on ?
"Cautious... You know I could kill you with a flick of my finger."
My calm attitude might have irked him.
Was he trying to intimidate ...?
"Go ahead."
I spoke, not a hint of fluctuation in my voice.
Nemur raised a brow.
I knew he couldn’t kill .
Not because I was a Frost.
No. Sothing like that wouldn’t scare him.
Why would a Sovereign fear a re Duke?
But...
This was Namda.
The city of peace.
Its neutrality was what had kept it safe from the influence of other powerhouses across the world.
Killing would equate to breaking that fragile balance.
And...
No matter how strong Nemur was—
At the end of the day, he was a re Sovereign.
He might be powerful, but that was individual strength.
And he wasn’t the only Sovereign in the world.
One wrong move, and his rivals would get the perfect opportunity to kill him.
Why would the other Sovereigns—beings with unimaginable powers—go to such lengths to avenge the death of a kid?
Surely not out of morality.
Hypocrites justify everything when their goals are t. And in this case...
My death would be the perfect trigger to gather the world against him.
For what?
The body of a Sovereign had far greater value than any resource currently available on the planet.
Every part of Nemur’s body would be the perfect resource for improving their own bodies.
Killing a Sovereign in a one-on-one battle had barely a fifty percent chance of success for another Sovereign.
The beings who reached that level were the elite of the elite.
Every Sovereign could be called the greatest talent in history.
And when such talents clashed, the outco could never be determined.
That was why my death would create the perfect opportunity for them to claim greater rewards with minimal risk.
In the end, there was strength in numbers.
No matter how strong Nemur was—he would fall nonetheless.
Nemur kept looking at , as if I were so unique specin he had discovered.
Currently, his gaze wasn’t much different from Alfred’s.
"Just kidding. I am a devout follower of peace."
Nemur gave the most disarming smile I had seen today.
He knew the conclusion I had likely reached.
"So coffee?"
Without waiting for my reply, Nemur began brewing coffee for the both of us.
"You see, Kael, I have lived a long life. Even after becoming an Immortal, I never stopped dreaming of more power."
I must say... this guy was quite adaptable.
Sensing that a forceful approach wouldn’t work on , he had shifted toward negotiation.
"The world at that ti was a chaotic ss. With everything coming undone, the destruction of this planet felt imminent. Then, through so miracle..."
Nemur began explaining the history of Jutan.
He might have equated my age with a lack of knowledge...
Though I knew the truth far better than what the history books described, I stayed silent.
There was no point in flaunting such details.
Letting the opponent enjoy the illusion of having the upper hand was a necessity for the final strike.
The guard had to be lowered for the hunt to begin...
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