The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin Chapter 175

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The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin

The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin Chapter 175: The Direction to Move Forward

Enshrouded in black mist, a sacred space seemed almost otherworldly. The unfamiliar sound of a woman’s heels echoed through the expanse–clack, clack, clack. A tall woman with hair flowing like waves of light strode confidently into the domain of the gods. She too noticed the presence there and afforded a slight smile.

“Seems we have a rare guest from the divine realms,” thought Aer, perceiving the approaching figure as he sat upon the altar.

“What brings you here, Aquanis, to a place so ill-fitting for someone like you?” Aer mused silently.

“I wouldn’t have come by choice. But you know, that man sent me, probably as a warning, a sign that he’s still wary of you,” the woman replied with an easeful glint in her eye, approaching Aer.

“Looking rather well for an exile. Have you grown accustomed to the mortal realm?” she teased him.

“I doubt you came all this way just to exchange pleasantries,” Aer responded wryly.

“At times like these, you really can be too stiff. But let’s get to the point and deliver this,” the woman said, producing a white envelope and handing it to Aer.

“They still use these archaic methods in the divine realms?”

“What can you do? Some prefer the old ways,” Aer remarked, opening the envelope to read its contents, a peculiar smile slowly forming upon his lips.

“So, they plan to assert their presence more boldly in the mortal realm?”

“In other words, they intend to erase any trace of their interference even more aggressively,” Aer noted silently.

“As an exile, I shouldn’t say this, but the other gods won’t exactly welcome such moves,” the woman said casually, seating herself on the altar and crossing her legs.

“Even so, trends are changing among the gods. Even stuffy ol’ Sabulrom has possessed a young mortal multiple times—goes to show the shifts in their interests. Seems you do have your fair share of concerns?” Aer observed.

The woman covered her mouth with her hand, laughing, “You still know your way around a woman’s heart, don’t you? In fact, I’m beginning to find my own attractions in the mortal realm—a particular individual has caught my intrigue.”

“A watcher like you getting involved is unexpected.”

“There’s only so long you can watch others play before joining in. It’s more fun to participate, isn’t it?”

Her eyes sparkled with newborn curiosity, like a child discovering a new game.

“Let me offer you a piece of advice,” Aer said, his voice heavy with a newfound gravity, capturing the woman’s full attention.

“Even if they are your chosen creations, do not assume they will heed your commands unequivocally.”

The woman’s eyebrows twitched slightly in response.

“These creations have been modeled after us, after all. You never know when or where they might act unexpectedly. So, keep a watchful eye, Goddess of the Blue Waters,” Aer warned.

As their tense conversation unfolded, footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

“Seems like it’s my cue to leave. No need to see my face for this, I’ll be on my way,” the woman said as she rose from the altar, and with a playful wink, vanished from the space without a trace.

Aer watched her leave, shaking his head as if to dispel a tiresome thought.

* * *

Elsewhere, feeling another presence by the altar, Aer approached curiously, finding nobody but Aer himself in what seemed like a wait.

“Why do you look at me so? Someone might think you’ve been with a woman,” Aer thought with a hint of amusement.

“Cavorting around, I see,” Ceyram muttered.

“You came with such bravado, yet you don’t look particularly cheerful. Disappointed with the outcome?”

“The results were quite satisfactory,” Aer assured, the process notwithstanding.

“I told you, didn’t I? The many you’ve touched might return to extend their hands. Regardless of whether you wanted it, you’ve received kindness from them.”

Ceyram’s words carried wisdom based on experience.

“So, what will you do now? Having stepped outside of your safeguard, into flames that could touch you at any moment, you must realize there is no land in which you can peacefully stand.”

“That applies to you as well,” Aer retorted.

“The ones like me aren’t going to hide away in an interspace, are they?”

They shared an understanding, communicated by a simple shrug.

“I can’t say if a past life of mine felt this way, but I would’ve made the same choices. I have no regrets, not for a moment. Even given the chance to do it all again, my choices would remain the same,” Aer declared.

He knew that he would make the same decisions, over and over, without hesitation.

“There will come a day when you face your life’s final moments once again. When that time arrives, I hope you do not regret the decisions you made today, regardless of the outcome. Whether it leads to a happy ending or a bad one, do not regret your chosen path.”

It was advice easier said than followed.

“Even if my path goes against the flow of this world, it doesn’t matter.”

After all, he was not one to be swayed.

“I believe the path I choose is the truth.”

* * *

Meanwhile, Violet confronted an irate royal, Luinel.

“How dare you do this, Violet!”

Like a volcano on the brink of eruption, Luinel’s anger seemed boundless. Yet, there stood Violet, responding to his rage with a smile as serene as the calm before a storm.

“Don’t be too angry, Big Brother. Didn’t I tell you? I’m here to help you let everything go and rest…”

Behind her, an assembly of high-ranking knights in immaculate white armor stood in solid formation.

Luinel struggled to recognize the situation. He had been awaiting funds to be transferred from the Garam Magic Society and had yet to return to the royal city when Violet suddenly appeared with an entourage of knights.

“With the compensation from Garam Magic Society being substantial, I wonder how much you would’ve taken for yourself, Brother. You’re quite capable, indeed.”

“What are you implying?”

“Embezzlement of the royal treasury is a grave offense, especially by a member of the royal family. Though, it seems you’ve been quite busy with similar exploits in the past. This time, Father won’t let it pass so easily.”

Violet challenged him with one hand on her hip and the other resting under her chin.

“I won’t harm you. You just need to go somewhere far from the royal lands, somewhere quiet where no one can disturb your peace…”

Luinel’s eyes, filled with disbelief, threatened to pop out of their sockets.

“You’ve crossed the line! Do you think you can get away with this? You may be able to hold me now, but my vassals will not let you off easily! Trust me, you won’t last three days!”

Despite the dire situation, Violet sighed, a pitying laugh escaping her lips.

“Just as Aschel said. To think you’d be so blind to the current situation. For a sister, this is a hard scene to witness.”

“Whose words are you using? Why is Aschel’s name coming from your mouth?”

As their less-than-harmonious exchange continued, a door creaked open, and Aschel himself entered.

“Aschel!”

Upon seeing the new arrival, Luinel’s demeanor instantly brightened.

“You’re just in time! These fools are trying to harm me! Show them our might…”

However, Luinel’s face rapidly paled as he realized that Aschel was at the center of Violet’s armed retinue.

“Aschel, what is this madness?”

The implications were not lost on Luinel.

“You need not look at me with such shock, Prince.”

“Explain yourself! Why are you standing with Violet instead of me!”

As Luinel, consumed by his emotions, demanded answers, Aschel spoke calmly.

“Do you know when true growth occurs?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s through experiencing the abyss of despair one calls rock bottom. If you aspire to reign at the pinnacle of light, you must personally traverse the shadows of the abyss.”

“So you suggest I should fall to rock bottom? I am Prince Luinel! I’ve always reigned supreme over all of you…”

“That’s precisely the point,” Aschel interjected smoothly.

“You negate the present by clinging to past glories… That is exactly the image of the prince I imagined.”

Overwhelmed by realizations and accusations, Luinel’s face contorted in agony.

“Feel fear and despair. Overcome them. If you truly are the prince, I have no doubt you’ll succeed.”

Thud.

No word or defense came forth.

The impossibly dark and icy depths of despair, which he’d never thought to reach, embraced him entirely.

Dragged away by the knights, Luinel was powerless, his face slack and his spirit broken.

“To grow through experiencing darkness… That’s profound,” Violet mused.

“Do you know what the first step to escaping the abyss is?” Aschel responded without missing a beat.

Violet shook her head.

“One must acknowledge and accept the situation they’re in. Only then will they see what needs to be done.”

Approaching a window, Aschel gazed serenely into the night sky. Stars shone brilliantly against the careless black mists.

“If the mists don’t clear, even the brightest stars become mere illusions,” Aschel pointed out.

“Sian advised me to try everything possible. So, I will.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m referring to tasks no one ever dared attempt or even conceive. Sian claims to know me well, but I wonder how much of myself is known to even me. There is an excitement brewing within me, along with anticipation for what lies ahead.”

His smile filled with eager anticipation for the future.

In time, people would call the events that unfolded in Brenu ‘The Day the Mist Unveiled the Light.’ No one wished for it, nor predicted the arrival of the most dreadful day.

And from that dreadful day forward, seven years passed.

(To be continued)

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