Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons Chapter 715 - Taming the Fifth Year - Truth - 2

Klein was still eting his eyes. Refusing to look away even though every instinct scread to break eye contact.

"She needs to recover her artifact at all costs... That’s the biggest one. She told that even with my help she couldn’t negotiate yet because what her uncle Orion wanted, ’giving her the star’, but to ’use on the front lines’, couldn’t happen in any way. That’s why she hadn’t chosen anything yet. And she also wanted to wait to have her rewards secured to negotiate properly."

"Use the star?" Ren interrupted, confusion breaking through anger. "I don’t fully understand all this about having it but not using it, and why is it so important?"

The question was genuine. Not rhetorical or aggressive. Real incomprehension about what made an artifact, even if an important family heirloom, worth this level of desperation and political maneuvering.

"I asked her sothing similar..." Klein’s voice softened. "Basically... It’s sohow her mother’s crystallized heart."

He let that sink in for a mont. Watched comprehension dawn in Ren’s expression.

"Luna’s uncles have it. That Starweaver family relic, one of the Twin Stars. And apparently they used it to repel the large mutant attack on the city before..."

Ren’s expression transford.

The image of Sirius crystallized arriving in his mind. ’Maybe...’ he didn’t say it to Klein, but he thought he understood sothing deeper there.

But then... shock, comprehension, and finally pure fury crossing his features in rapid succession.

"They used her mother’s heart as..."

"A weapon," Klein completed. "And Luna was devastated by that. Because according to what she told , her father Sirius said the star depletes with each use. It’s apparently minimal depletion, it would have thousands of uses before exhausting completely... but for Luna not even one of the previous uses is acceptable. Much less using it more."

The words hung heavy between them.

Thousands of uses sounded like plenty...

But Klein understood, had seen it in her eyes during that conversation. This wasn’t about the math of depletion rates or strategic value of powerful artifacts.

This was about her mother.

About the last physical remnant of the person who’d loved her being gradually consud for other people’s political gas.

Ren closed his eyes for a mont, processing. ’Based on Sirius’ situation... Was it truly the last remnant of her mother?’

When he opened his eyes, determination burned there. Hot, fierce and absolute.

"Then she needs to recover it. Before they use it more..."

"Exactly." Klein continued, relieved that Ren understood without needing lengthy explanation. "And she intended to negotiate with my help and the things she obtains after the exams... her rewards."

He paused, rembering Luna’s expression when she’d delivered this particular warning. The cold certainty that suggested she wasn’t making idle threats.

"Though she warned that if I thought even minimally like Leonel Ashenway or her uncles, she’d kill ."

"Leonel Ashenway?" Ren frowned. "One of Selphira’s grandsons?"

The na was vaguely familiar. Soone that might have been ntioned sowhere. A noble connected to the most powerful family in the kingdom but not prominent enough to be commonly discussed...

"Adopted son apparently..." Klein explained. "Selphira tried to help Luna years ago at Liora’s request with him as base. They planned to do an adoption trick on paper, like Selphira has done sotis when adopting children for political protection."

The strategy made sense. Adoption into House Ashenway would give Luna their protection and more political resources. Clean, simple and an elegant solution to the vulnerable noble girl problems.

"The problem then was that Leonel claid he didn’t want an adopted daughter before a real wife... And if he was doing it to acquire territory, he wanted to win things for himself... he wasn’t soone who’d cede power. That attitude didn’t serve Luna from the beginning since she wasn’t going to cede to those "dirty demands" either. Neither she nor Selphira were looking for sothing like an unwelcod arranged marriage like that either..."

Klein’s voice carried traces of disgust. The kind of contempt that ca from recognizing his own past behavior reflected in soone else’s actions.

"So they decided to wait until her adult age to support her so other way. Militarily or politically..."

"Then what did you..." Ren began.

"I assured her I had no problem faking whatever was necessary." Klein’s voice strengthened. This part he was proud of. The choice that defined whether he’d learned anything from his mistakes or remained the sa arrogant fool. "Adoptions on paper, empty marriages of only empty docunts, whatever her uncles wanted to at least get to the point when she has the heart in her hands. I wouldn’t ask for commissions, wouldn’t seek power."

He breathed deep.

"And then Luna explained a bit more about her plan."

Klein paused, choosing his words carefully.

This part was delicate. Required precision to convey Luna’s aning without misrepresenting her intentions or making the situation sound worse than it was.

So Klein used her exact words...

"She finally told in her words that the price her uncles are asking till that point is... ’almost manageable’. That if they let her fake certain things, barely. That if they didn’t ask for heirs. That if she closed her eyes to certain realities. That if she ignored certain implications. That if she convinced herself the end justified the ans... Then..."

Ren’s expression darkened dangerously.

And his mana...

Everyone felt it.

The surroundings beca oppressive. Mana pressure so dense it felt like sothing was pressing down from above. Ears popping from sudden atmospheric change. Bodies freezing mid-motion as if everyone’s survival instincts recognized an apex predator and demanded absolute stillness.

Students stopped celebrating. Even the experienced adults froze, professional composure cracking under the weight of power that had no business existing in a fourteen-year-old student.

"In the end it’s the sa damned... They’re forcing her to marry...? To have children with...?"

The words were barely recognizable... More growl than language.

"NO!" Klein raised his hands as quickly as he could, facing the terrible sensation pressing down on him.

His own beast was screaming warnings. Telling him to run, to submit, to do anything except stay in the presence of whatever Ren was becoming in this mont.

But he stood his ground.

"No, listen. It’s not what you think, and Luna was trying to avoid specifically this from you. Please don’t suddenly grow wings and go flying to attack... Rember they shouldn’t use the heart... And it’s not what you believe... That’s what I thought at first too, but it’s not that!"

The pressure didn’t lessen. If anything it intensified. Reality itself seeming to groan under the weight of Ren’s barely-contained rage.

"THEN WHAT IS IT?!"