Chapter 108: Are You Trying to Scam
This Ti?
Charad Turner, the branch leader of the Eye of the Moon in the Clarman Branch, spoke cautiously.
“Do you know what happened in Hasein before?”
“I know the general gist.”
“That makes things easier. Recently, similar incidents have been occurring in several territories. It seems the actual owner should step in for managent purposes.”
“You an I should handle it personally?”
In Hasein, Zolav Kelter, the branch leader of the Eye of the Moon, had embezzled a large sum of money.
It had been quiet for a while after that incident, but now, other greedy individuals had started to appear.
However, due to his status as a prince, Raion found it difficult to step forward directly in the current situation.
“It’s a necessary matter. Would it be difficult for you?”
A faint smile flickered on Charad’s lips for a brief mont.
Raion, who barely caught that, sensed sothing strange.
‘What’s his real intention? He doesn’t seem genuinely worried. Besides, I can sense multiple presences around the area.’
Even when he entered the Blue Sunset earlier, there had been more people than he expected.
He had thought it strange, but brushed it off at the ti.
“I’ll make separate preparations for that matter.”
“The situation is urgent. Or, how about temporarily transferring ownership of the goods? Our Eye of the Moon can handle ownership managent on your behalf as an agent.”
“An agent?”
“Normally, we would charge a fee for such services, but since you’re a special-grade client of the Eye of the Moon, we’ll offer it as a courtesy.”
The more he listened, the more suspicious it sounded.
‘This feels exactly like one of those voice phishing scams.’
Before returning to the Phalon Continent, Raion had once received a similar call back in 21st-century Republic of Korea.
That made this situation even more absurd.
“I don’t think I’ll need such benefits. I’ll discuss that matter separately with Regina Foster of the Royal Capital Branch.”
As Raion began to rise from his seat, Charad’s expression hardened.
It was the face of soone realizing his plan had gone awry.
“Sit back down.”
“And if I refuse?”
“Sit quietly, Your Highness Raion Canel.”
He had pinpointed Raion’s true identity exactly.
At those words, Raion narrowed his eyes.
“Isn’t it against protocol to blabber about a client’s information? And your tongue seems to be about half the proper length.”
“Shut your mouth and sign this instead.”
A parchnt contract was placed on the table.
It stated that all goods distributed under the na Raion Dragonia would have their ownership delegated to an agent.
In truth, “delegation” was just a disguise—it was no different from transferring full ownership.
Charad had summoned Raion precisely for this.
“I’m curious how you even knew I ca here.”
“Your information always reaches us through our Eye of the Moon. And since you’re a prince, you’re soone we must watch more closely than anyone else.”
Information was constantly delivered by the Eye of the Moon informants spread across each territory.
There was no way Raion could keep tabs on every single one of them.
“I guess I really let my guard down this ti…”
He hadn’t expected sothing like this to be waiting for him.
Feeling a slight tension at the back of his neck, Raion didn’t show it outwardly.
“If you just sign quietly, we’ll let you leave safely, Your Highness.”
“And if I refuse?”
It was the sa question as before.
Charad frowned deeply.
“Do you think we won’t dare do anything just because you’re a prince?”
“And if you do?”
“I was hoping to wrap this up quietly, but it seems that’s impossible now.”
Clack!
The door burst open, and two large n entered.
They were the sa ones Raion had seen when he ca into the Blue Sunset earlier.
“I was planning to end this quietly too… but I guess that’s not an option now.”
“…What?”
Just as Charad spoke, Raion’s sword sheath moved in a blur.
Thud! Thud—!
The two large n approaching from the sides had their heads knocked sideways by the sheath.
Thump! Thump!
“……”
It all happened in an instant.
The sight of the two n collapsed on the floor left Charad dumbfounded.
“You said you were tracking —didn’t you bother to find out what I’ve been doing lately?”
“H-how… You were supposed to just be disguised as a knight…”
Charad had heard of Raion Dragonia—a Swordmaster and an S-rank Adventurer.
But he had never believed the information was true.
He’d simply assud it was a convenient lie to make the prince’s movents easier.
“To think soone like you is a branch leader of the Eye of the Moon. Ridiculous. And your trickery is laughably shallow.”
“Isn’t anyone out there? Get in here, now!”
Bang—!
More burly n rushed in, just like the ones before.
They glanced at their fallen comrades for a brief mont before surrounding Raion.
There were six of them in total.
All of them looked like they were used to fighting, and they approached slowly.
“If you wanted to covet soone else’s possessions, you should’ve at least co prepared…”
When Raion first realized Charad’s plot, he had actually felt a slight expectation.
But now, his eyes held nothing but contempt as they locked onto the n.
“Get him!”
Charad shouted.
The n snorted and moved in closer.
“I was a little nervous at first, but…”
Shiiing!
At last, Raion’s sword was drawn.
His arm moved like it vanished, slashing in every direction.
Swish, swish, swish—!
Sharp trails of wind carved through the air.
“W-what the—?”
“What just passed by?”
The approaching n suddenly froze.
They could feel sothing missing around their necks.
At that sa mont, their clothes split apart into ribbons and fell away like dust.
“Argh―!”
“My clothes!”
“Damn it, did I only cut their clothes by mistake?”
In the end, only Raion’s regret lingered.
Because of his swordsmanship—so fast it was invisible—the n imdiately covered their vital parts with their hands and fled.
Raion was left alone in the room.
“When did that bastard run away?”
It seed he had vanished the mont the others rushed in.
Raion imdiately stepped out into the hallway.
Apart from the n who had just escaped, others were standing along the narrow corridor.
‘Did they think they were being thorough in their preparation? I’d better finish this quickly.’
If things got too noisy, news of the incident might reach the Lord of the Clarman Territory.
Of course, the Lord of Clarman had close ties with the Arenvatz Ducal Family.
However, that didn’t an everyone under his command shared the sa connection.
If word reached Duke Alito Kright’s family, it would only cause unnecessary trouble.
Step. Step.
With each step, Raion’s sword moved at blinding speed.
Swish! Slash!
Thud! Thud-thud-thud—!
“Gahk!”
“Urk!”
“Keuh―!”
Several harsh impacts echoed through the corridor.
The sight of the n collapsing to the floor caused those standing behind to step back, their faces turning pale.
They had realized they were no match for Raion.
“This is a waste of ti. I’d better wrap this up quickly. And I still need to have a word with that woman.”
He ant Regina Foster, the branch leader of the Eye of the Moon at the Royal Capital Branch.
In a way, this whole ss had happened because of her managent failure.
Raion’s lone advance continued afterward.
The n Charad had prepared fell one after another, until the floor was littered with groaning bodies.
Following Charad’s traces, Raion soon reached a large open space.
It looked like a training hall used by agents of the Eye of the Moon.
“As expected, you did make so preparations.”
Inside the space were Charad and two other n.
In truth, Raion had sensed their presence from the very beginning.
He had only pretended not to know, watching to see what Charad would do.
Then one of the n stood up and spoke to him.
“S-rank adventurer. Swordmaster Raion Dragonia. Or should I say, Prince Raion Canel?”
The two n were S-rank rcenaries—Parcian and Harold.
At Parcian’s remark, Raion tilted his neck slightly with a faint crack.
“You even prepared this welcoming party for ?”
“So you’re an S-rank adventurer and a Swordmaster at such a young age. No wonder you’re so arrogant.”
Both n looked well into their forties.
Naturally, as S-rank rcenaries, they possessed abundant experience and skill.
To them, Raion was just a youngster who had gained power through talent alone.
“We’ll see who’s the real novice here.”
“What a joke. Did you really call us here just to deal with a brat like this, Charad?”
At that question, Charad—standing behind them—quickly opened his mouth.
“Don’t underestimate him! He took down my n in an instant!”
“That’s sothing we could do easily as well.”
Once one reached the level of a Swordmaster, even one’s movents beca fundantally different.
Both Parcian and Harold were experts who had achieved that sa realm.
“You two are Swordmasters as well! Then do sothing about him!”
“If that person hadn’t sent us ahead, who knows how this might’ve turned out.”
“Call it foresight, perhaps. So, shall we go together?”
At Harold’s suggestion, Parcian tilted his head.
“Are you seriously asking if two of us need to take on that kid?”
“Overconfidence is always dangerous. That’s precisely why he sent us here.”
“Well, that’s true. But he’s just a rookie who barely stepped into the Swordmaster’s realm. No matter how talented he is, he’s nowhere near our level.”
The two n spoke sharply while Raion stood before them.
Seeing that, Charad seed to relax a little, straightening his bent back.
“Either one of you, deal with him already!”
“Hold on. How do you want to handle this?”
“If you’re confident enough…”
Harold extended a hand forward.
At that, Parcian drew two daggers from the holsters on his waist.
Shing―!
‘This might not be so easy.’
Through Specific Analysis, Raion had already gauged their abilities.
Both their dagger technique and swordsmanship were at level 10—the realm of a master.
Considering their age, their combat experience was likely imnse as well.
“You’re going first?”
“Calling your elders ‘you,’ huh? Did the royal family of Canel forget to teach manners?”
“Asking royalty for manners? That’s rich.”
Their verbal sparring continued, neither side backing down, until Parcian snorted.
“So the royal family of Canel teaches wordplay before swordplay, I see.”
“Your tongue seems just as sharp. Did you learn dagger arts with your mouth?”
“I was thinking of going easy since you’re a prince, but you’re really asking for it!”
“Guess we’ll find out which of us needs the lesson.”
Enraged first, Parcian tightened his grip on the daggers and released his aura.
A blue light flared over both blades, blazing fiercely.
After all, his opponent was also a Swordmaster.
At their level, rashly confronting an aura user could end the fight in an instant.
“Judging by the color of your aura, you’re quite skilled.”
Parcian’s aura was at the point of shifting from blue to pure white.
That ant he was on the verge of reaching the upper level of a Swordmaster.
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