Acting as a Slit-Eye Chapter 237

Chapter 237. Sa Bed, Different Dreams

"I, I..."

To be banished to the north, instead of staying within the capital.

Ornn mumbled words akin to a lant, unable to comprehend the situation.

Alone, Ornn sighed in the silent air and stood up from his seat.

He couldn't stop it.

Ornn always considered Yulian a tumor to the family, excluding him from everything related to the Cryphart family.

Even at the funeral of his own mother, Milena, Ornn sched to prevent Yulian from attending.

He treated him like an outsider of the family; now, stopping Yulian with sothing like "family honor" was impossible.

"It's over."

Sinking into the sofa in the mansion, Ornn muttered to himself.

The presence of the servants could be sensed in the surroundings, yet loneliness crept in as if he were left alone in the world.

The realization that his life hung in the balance of Yulian's grasp filled him with discomfort and a profound sense of powerlessness.

'Next is...'

There would be none.

There was nothing he could accomplish by himself anymore; he could only wait powerlessly for the break of dawn.

"I suppose it can't be helped."

With a bitter smile, Ornn resigned himself. No matter what, the world would continue.

Even if he gave up, the family would carry on, and as long as Yulian wasn't interested in the Cryphart family, nothing significant would happen.

― Sir Ornn.

ZZZZZ──.

A wave of mana caused a mont of noise, followed by a voice.

Ornn took out the 'magic artifact' he had tucked in his bosom. It was an artifact containing the communication magic that delivered a voice.

"What is it, Abigail."

Ornn calmly spoke.

The voice belonged to Abigail, the emperor's soothsayer.

She was the one who helped him enlist the power of Heml, a Three Colors Royal Mage.

Believing that Heml could take care of Yulian, Ornn felt a sense of reproach towards Abigail rising up.

"I don't particularly feel like talking right now."

― I understand it's late. However, there are words that must be conveyed.

Abigail pressed on more forcefully than usual, prompting Ornn to slowly shift his gaze to the magical artifact.

― He wishes to see you, Sir Ornn.

***

No matter how Ornn thought about it, he had no power to give Heml what he wanted.

The title "Three Colors" is equivalent to that of Flugel.

Although he knew what the aloof old man wanted previously, making it possible to gain cooperation, without it, gaining cooperation from the "Three Colors" was almost impossible.

After all, once you reach that position, you could have whatever you wanted at the tips of your fingers.

'What Heml wants is...'

Probably not money.

After contemplating just a little more, the outline beca clear.

'Is it dealing with Flugel?'

As long as Flugel, the monstrous mage who has lived for over a hundred years, holds the title of "White