109: Chapter 75 If I Had Known Boys Could Also Be…_2 109: Chapter 75 If I Had Known Boys Could Also Be…_2 The panic-stricken Azeryan was no longer the tranquil figure he had been before, stuttering and unable to find his words.
“I can give you ti to think it over.”
Pilireno stepped forward with an ambiguous tone, lifting the chin of the young man, “But if you ultimately refuse, then I must reconsider my funding and support.
You wouldn’t want to miss the chance to reclaim your father’s title and lands, would you?”
Although he had read about the favoritism among nobles in books, experiencing such licentiousness firsthand and feeling a chill spread from his heels to his head, Azeryan shuddered with disgust.
Rembering the overly affectionate greeting he had received upon arrival, he could no longer suppress the nausea welling up inside him.
“Your…
Your Excellency!
Please…
allow to consider!”
The young man jerked his head away to break contact, shouting as he pushed open the door and fled in a panic.
The son of a noble, who had always considered himself brave, had never felt so helpless.
All he wanted was to get as far away from that salacious, leering man as possible.
Upon finding the figures of his two companions in the courtyard, Azeryan ran back to Leon and Lokhak, fuming and ready to condemn his previous misjudgnt of a friendly attitude toward Pilireno.
“Let’s talk about it when we get back.” Seeing the sha and annoyance in his companion’s eyes, Leon temporarily stopped Azeryan from speaking.
He was now certain that what the blond young man had said was true.
That Atiyas person hadn’t shown such enthusiasm for Azeryan because of any political investnt—the real reason was so vile.
…
The three n hurriedly left the embassy, returning to the guest rooms in the castle’s west district.
After carefully sharing the information each had gathered, the atmosphere once again beca somber.
Even without ntioning the embarrassing “dilemma” Azeryan had encountered.
The enslaving bonds on Miss Elena’s neck, which even the spellcasters themselves couldn’t remove, left them feeling helpless.
To step back ten thousand paces, even if they were to make the painful sacrifice and trade their companion’s “valley,” for the chance to redeem Elena.
They could flee to the ends of the Earth with Lokhak’s sister, but once Pilireno, realizing he had been duped, wanted to strike, Miss Elena’s head would imdiately “move house.”
Having their life and death in soone else’s hands like this was sothing the three of them could not accept no matter what.
Combining their current predicant, Leon knew there was only one path left for them.
Kill him.
They must kill Pilireno!
…Other than that, there was no other way.
But to confront head-on a legendary mage…
Leon frowned deeply and massaged his temples.
He had experienced firsthand just how powerful magic was in this world.
Isa’s Arrow, with the force of a large caliber bullet, had saved his own life in dire situations, not once but twice.
And that was just a small magic that Miss Lora said was insignificant.
What sort of force would more powerful spells possess?
And even without considering Miss Lora, whose own level of power was uncertain.
Count Trosa’s Magician advisor had demonstrated Tornado Magic, and the blond young man today had cast Invisibility Magic.
Both were just as unpredictable.
According to the young man nad Kovis.
In Atiyas, aside from apprentices, the common spellcasters who could be called Mages, from low to high, received three different official titles given by the Imperial Mage Association.
These were “True Position,” “Official,” and “Magic Guide.”
If Kovis wasn’t boasting.
Any True Position Mage, apart from those purely academic researchers, with proper preparation, could easily kill several, even dozens, of well-trained Heavy Armor Warriors in a head-on military conflict.
And Pilireno was an “Official,” ranking even above that.
Without any accidents, he possessed terrifying mana capable of shredding a small-scale army of ordinary people.
While Kovis also admitted that Pilireno’s title was inflated.
If it wasn’t for years of bribery within the Imperial Mage Association, he wouldn’t have been given the Official title.
But even so, as a high-level Mage close to the true Official position, he was an entity Leon and his friends could not possibly confront.
Then…
A direct approach wouldn’t work.
…What about a sneak attack?
Poisoning his food.
Assassinating him when he’s off guard?
Leon regretted that before strangling Boris, he had been too preoccupied with managing his estate to investigate where that village scoundrel had acquired his sedative incense.
By the ti he thought of this again, Boris on the gallows had already been stoned into a pulp by angry villagers.
Leon raised his hands, silently forming the Dharma Seal for Isa’s Arrow.
Could he take him out from a distance when he wasn’t paying attention and snipe him?
As Leon and his companions pondered the feasibility of the assassination plan, a sudden knock sounded at the door.
“May I co in, Lord Aleya?”
The three inside looked at the door in surprise.
Azeryan was puzzled; he hadn’t heard this voice before.
But Leon recognized that it seed to be the slave boy from the embassy.
Just to be safe, Leon and Lokhak got up and resud their composure before unlocking the door.
The visitor turned out to be the blond young man.
Only, unlike his previous attire in a white short garnt that revealed a slender waist, he now visited wearing a black cloak and a hood covering his head, concealed from head to toe.
It wasn’t as if he was trying to hide his identity.
After all, such airtight attire stood out in the crowd of the castle.
“Sorry to disturb you.”
Kovis, however, made himself at ho as he walked in, flipped his hand to close the door behind him and locked it, as if he wasn’t an outsider.
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