CHAPTER 76: DAD... THAT YOUNG MAN... WAS HE BAD?

With the departure of the infiltrated soldiers from the Lion Kingdom,

Kael, after about five minutes, left the room, still wearing the coin mask. He had to continue visiting the other infiltrators from the Holy Empire.

"Young master, why didn’t you do anything to those people?" Lydia asked curiously as they descended the tavern stairs.

"They were of no importance. They were just simple visitors," Kael replied vaguely. He wasn’t about to explain his plans to Lydia.

After leaving the tavern, they headed toward where the other infiltrators in the city were to do the same.

After capturing and providing information about the Medici Clan to the infiltrators, whom Kael knew from his past life, they headed towards the last group of infiltrators who were looking to bring down or deal a serious blow to the Medici Clan.

This time, they didn’t go to a remote or lonely place, but found themselves in the center of the city, where activity was at its peak. The streets were decorated with wildflowers, and children ran around with smiles on their faces.

The stalls, with their multicolored tents, filled the place, making the atmosphere much more festive.

Kael walked through it all with calm steps and an indifferent expression, as if everything around him did not affect him.

At that moment, a child running clumsily through the crowd crashed into Kael.

The impact was slight, but the child fell to the ground with a muffled groan, confused. His father, who was following a few steps behind, turned pale instantly. Without even assessing the situation, he rushed toward them.

"I’m so sorry!" he exclaimed as he held the boy tightly by the arm. "I’m very sorry for my son’s carelessness!"

But when he looked up and recognized the face of the young man his son had bumped into... he froze.

The man’s eyes flew open. An expression of terror contorted his face. His lips trembled, and without thinking, he fell to his knees on the cobblestones.

"Please, spare my life! And my son’s!" he cried, bowing his head until it touched the ground. "Son, apologize immediately! Don’t you see what you’ve done? You’ve struck a nobleman!"

The boy, still confused, looked at his father without understanding. He didn’t know who this boy in dark clothes with a calm gaze was. He didn’t understand why his father was trembling as if he had summoned a demon.

But rumors about Kael had already spread like a plague through the streets of the city.

They said he was a ruthless being. That every time he left the Medici mansion, he returned drenched in blood or dragging corpses as if they were mere objects. That his gaze knew no compassion.

And just today, that father cursed his luck for having crossed paths with that monster dressed as a human being.

Tears began to well up in the boy’s eyes, not out of fear, but from the overwhelming pressure of his father kneeling, pleading for no apparent reason. He looked up... and found himself staring into Kael’s eyes. om

They were cold.

They contained no hatred or anger. Only calm.

A chill ran down the boy’s spine.

Then Kael bent down.

The father held his breath. His entire body tensed, expecting the worst.

But Kael didn’t say a word. With slow movements, he lifted the boy off the ground and dusted the dirt off his shoulder. Then he placed a hand on his head and gave him a light, almost imperceptible pat.

A slight smile, barely curving his lips, crossed his face.

And without looking at his father, Kael continued on his way in silence, as if nothing had happened.

The father and son stood frozen, watching the young man walk away with steady steps, without turning back.

The boy, still with tears in his eyes, whispered:

"Dad... that young man... was he bad?"

The man did not answer immediately. He was still shaking.

"I don’t know," he finally murmured. "Maybe not."

...

In the heart of the city, Kael entered a house that was completely abandoned. from

As he crossed the threshold, the creaking of rotten wood under his boots broke the oppressive silence. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of old dust and damp.

The dim light filtering through the dirty windows spread out in diagonal stripes, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the air. The furniture consisted of a rickety table and a sofa with stuffing peeking through cracks in the fabric.

Cobwebs hung from the corners like torn curtains, swaying slightly in the icy breeze that seeped through some invisible crack.

"Young master, are you sure we’re in the right place?" Lydia whispered after looking around.

But Kael ignored her as his eyes scanned everything with precision. Everything seemed strangely... normal.

He even doubted his information for a moment, so they searched the entire house and found nothing out of the ordinary.

They left the place while walking, and a group of people bumped into Kael’s shoulder.

"Sorry," they said, and continued on their way.

Kael didn’t think much of it either and headed toward the mansion, as he had nothing else to do in town.

He had done everything he could; now he just had to wait for the tournament to begin so he could reap the rewards.

When they arrived at the mansion, it was just as lively as ever. Since the arrival of the prominent families, the members were frequently seen in the hallways, followed by their servants.

As he made his way through the hallways, accompanied by Lydia and Eren, Alessia, who was walking alone, approached them, specifically Kael, and said:

"Son, I just have a gift my father made for this tournament." She said with a big smile on her face.

Kael motioned for Lydia and Eren not to follow him and walked alongside Alessia with a slight curiosity. He didn’t think too much of it; after all, the only person in this world he wasn’t cautious around was his mother.

After walking for about five minutes, they arrived at a room and entered it, where Alessia stepped forward with a big smile. She took an object that was covered with an extremely sturdy blanket and handed it to Kael.

Under his mother’s intense gaze, Kael began to slowly open the blanket, and it fell completely into his hand, where an extremely exquisite sword appeared.

It was a long, sharp sword made of a dark material, with a wavy pattern running along its edge like smoke. Its hilt was wrapped in dark wood, from which hung a rusty chain.

Kael looked at the sword with slight surprise.

"Do you like it?" Alessia asked with a big smile.

Kael’s gaze, which is always cold and indifferent, softened, and he replied with a trace of warmth in his voice:

"Yes."