Raising the Daughter Chapter 54 : Chapter 54

Chapter 54. Nox (3)

Number 3 described the scene he had witnessed in great detail, as if he were a novelist.

According to his story, he had worked as a wandering minstrel before becoming one of the Unseen Ones.

‘What a diverse group of people.’

Number 1, who had been raised as an assassin from a young age, was rather a unique case.

Anyway, based on what he said, the identity of the person in the crystal ball was undoubtedly Nox.

The two horns, a symbol of a high-ranking demon.

The green tattoos covering his entire body.

The large scar on the bridge of his nose.

For another person with these features to exist besides Nox would be as likely as a bolt from the blue.

A characteristic of this Nox was his penchant for conquest.

He always stood at the forefront and devoted all his energy to war.

But to be plotting behind the scenes using humans?

‘In that respect, it’s highly likely that Nox has entered Primus' command. This isn't his style.’

Primus was not only imnsely powerful but also felt like a strategist who used his head.

Or perhaps, like , his power was being restricted for so reason.

‘Number 1 and Anonymous also said that his power weakened after he created humans and the Demon Tribe.’

Number 3 thanked

for saving his life and said he had to return to the Durani Empire imdiately.

“Why don’t you rest for a few more days? Your wounds may have healed, but you were on the verge of death.”

“Ti is of the essence.”

His gaze was resolute.

“It seems pointless to try and stop you. I’ll lend you a Pegasus, so ride it.”

“Thank you. I will never forget this kindness until the day I die.”

He bowed his head deeply to , and I gave instructions to Elliot.

I told him to lend the Pegasus to the man.

Since it wasn't my property to begin with, in a sense, it was like a shared good.

‘It’s better for the person who needs it right now to use it.’

Then, a thought suddenly occurred to , and I stopped Number 3, asking him to wait a mont.

“What is it?”

“There’s sothing I’d like you to give to Iris.”

“Understood.”

I imdiately sat at my desk and wrote a letter.

After pondering for a mont on how to begin, I started the sentence with a rather sentintal content.