Chapter 54 - 53: It’s actually... him?
Chapter 54: Chapter 53: It’s actually… him?
Lis saw that Camus seemed to have guessed something, but he said no more, considering he was as good as dead today anyway.
“Then speak, you are a clever man after all.”
Realizing that he had provoked a formidable enemy and was facing a situation with little to no chance of survival, Camus gave a wry smile and shook his head.
He was even too lazy to care about why Lis knew about the Lord’s plan and still asked about the Lord’s specific identity.
“Don’t want to say, or can’t say it?”
Lis looked at Camus with interest and directly asked.
...
Unfortunately, he didn’t know the necessary Death Magic, or else he would have directly extracted his soul for questioning.
Camus seemed utterly disheartened by Lis’s questioning, nodding his head in complete despair.
So it was the second type, he wondered, was it the priestly vow of silence or the mage’s Secret Sealing?
Whichever it was, both were Gold Level strength, and not something he could forcibly break right now!
However, he could try a more cunning approach…
“Is the person instructing you King Morton Fis?”
Camus shook his head.
Good!
Lis’s eyes lit up, surmising that the restrictions on Camus were only to prevent him from disclosing some specific information, not the broad kind of restriction that forbade revealing any related information whatsoever.
But even with a weaker restriction, obtaining the desired information would still require some tricks.
“Is it Duke Hade?”
Shake of the head.
“Is it Duke Rame?”
Shake of the head.
“Is it Tred Milvian, the leader of the first and second army legions of the Kingdom?”
Shake of the head.
“Is it the president of the first Guild, Feis Guild, Crosia Lacy?”
Shake of the head.
…
Lis rubbed his temples, even though Camus, greatly shaken and dispirited, was quite cooperative, none of the personages he had thought of were the culprit.
No rush, no rush.
Think it through carefully.
Who else could he have missed?
Lis paced back and forth in his study, pondering who else among the Kingdom’s high echelon could be a suspect.
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck Lis, and he immediately turned to question Camus:
“Is it Second Prince Yatean Fis?”
Camus, who had been shaking his head continuously, suddenly stiffened, staring motionlessly at Lis.
Looking at Camus’s reaction, Lis’s eyes sharpened instantly, knowing he had found the answer he sought.
Yatean Fis!
The image of a serious, gold-haired, imposing middle-aged man emerged in Lis’s mind.
Yes!
This explained it all. He had enough strength and status to influence various factions within the Feis Kingdom, to concentrate resources for preparing all sorts of materials, to affect the Kingdom’s decision-making, to plot the ignition of a war!
In his past life, Lis knew of this man; as the most outstanding and highly acclaimed prince among the Kingdom’s heirs, he had also played a significant role in the comprehensive war on the Fanor Continent that followed.
So when the Blood Rose Princess Taya Fis suddenly appeared on the scene to ascend to the throne, it caused quite a stir, perplexing many.
However, when Taya Fis demonstrated her Legendary Warrior strength, all the controversies swiftly vanished.
In this world, strength is everything!
As an extremely rare noble descendant turned into a Legendary powerhouse, it wasn’t Taya who needed the position of Feis Kingdom’s queen.
It was the entire Feis Kingdom that needed Taya to become the Queen!
Yet new doubts surged into Lis’s mind.
Why would Yatean Fis do these things?
If the matter of him secretly plotting to assassinate nobles were exposed, that would not be a trivial issue.
He would be abandoned by the entire noble class!
Could it be…
So, as long as he wasn’t discovered, it would be okay?
Who could have imagined such a seemingly upright person would do such unorthodox things.
Lis looked up at Camus, whose face was painted with gloom, and asked,
“Do you have anything else you want to say? I’ll give you time.”
Camus opened his mouth, gave a wry smile, and swallowed back any plea for mercy he might have had.
As a wise man, Camus, of course, knew that he wouldn’t be leaving this place alive himself.
After all, he truly knew Lis’s trump card now.
But at the cost of his own life!
How had he, such a cautious and patient person, fallen into Lis’s hands?
It seemed that after submitting to his lord, he had lost the caution and patience he formerly possessed!
A deep bitterness welled up in Camus’s heart, but contemplating these matters was useless now.
Lord Yatean, it seems you have truly chosen the wrong person!
Seeing that Camus had nothing more to say, Lis didn’t bother wasting any more words on him, and started chanting a spell.
Three-Circle Magic, “Death Ray”!
A grey-white ray directly hit Camus, who didn’t have any resistance, and he fell limply onto the chair, as if his entire body had fallen apart.
Under the influence of Death Spirit Energy, his skin turned pale and his body lacked any signs of life.
Lis, killing for the first time since his rebirth, did not waver in the slightest, as if he was already very accustomed to it.
Afterward, Lis cast several “Burning Hand” spells to completely eradicate Camus’s body, leaving not a trace behind.
Naturally, Lis had already taken Camus’s storage ring, but inside there were less than a hundred Gold Coins and an intermediate Magic Wand; the rest was just assorted items.
It seemed that, in targeting him, Camus had truly emptied all his savings.
Lis didn’t care about these spoils of war; after all, to gain knowledge of the real identity of the person behind the curtains from Camus was already the greatest gain.
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Gedo Street, Adventure Team Villa
The guard specially dispatched came to inform Arsen that Lis suddenly had some urgent matters and couldn’t come over today.
Arsen didn’t mind, as it wasn’t anything particularly urgent. It was just that after discussing with his father, there were some matters he wanted to confirm with Lis.
Arsen remembered the scene from his father’s study from the day before.
“Father, these are the things that Viscount Lis Kain told me about, and I think they are very likely to happen.”
Duke Fusis Hard, with white hair and a somewhat aged and gentle face, but still looking very spirited, sat behind a wide brown chestnut desk, not looking toward Arsen, but rather was lowering his head and fiddling with a fine quill pen.
The minute patterns on the quill seemed to have a unique attraction.
Knowing this to be his father’s habit when thinking, Arsen stood by quietly waiting.
After a while, the elderly Duke Hard finally seemed to have appreciated all the patterns on the quill and slowly began to speak,
“Arsen, do you think that what our Viscount Kane says is true?”
This tone clearly wasn’t one of doubt.
Arsen organized his thoughts and said,
“It should be true. The information I told Lis, they were snippets I’d heard before that seemed unrelated, but if you consider the possibility of a war breaking out, then…”
“Mm.”
Fusis merely gave a noncommittal hum, leaving it unclear if he agreed with Arsen’s view.
In truth, he too had his suspicions, for as the leader of the court nobles and the confidant of the king, Duke Hard had access to far more information than Arsen or Lis.
But the question was, who was it that wanted to touch this hot potato?