“Greetings, Mr. Moldell!” “Chairman Crawford, it’s been a while!” “It has indeed… Since you’ve come today, could it be that you’ve gained some clues about the shipwreck incident in Northbay, Mr. Moldell?” asked Dylan rather excitedly. Taking a seat once they were inside, Parker then replied, “Nothing is impossible for a willing heart! After all that hard work in the previous year, I’m proud to say that our efforts haven’t been for naught! We’ve finally managed to gain some clues regarding the work of that enigmatic Sun League!” Hearing that, Dylan and the others happily exchanged glances as Parker took a long map out of his bag. Revealing its contents, the map was drawn so beautifully that it almost felt like the area that was mapped was one that had achieved utopia. Though the mountains and rivers painted across the long map were certainly eye-catching, everyone eventually had their eyes on the symbol at the top left corner of the map. It was the symbol of the Sun League
“From what you’ve just asked, I’m assuming that something happened, Mr. Moldell?” replied Dylan after thinking about it for a while. Hearing that, Parker nodded before saying, “You see, quite a mysterious incident happened to me and my team while we were looking for clues on the Sun League. It’s rather shameful to admit, but for the longest time, my team and I were unable to locate any relevant leads. The Sun League truly is extremely mysterious and powerful to be able to cover up most, if not all, of their tracks!” “Regardless, just when I felt that we had reached a dead end, a mysterious person made his presence known… I say that since we’ve never personally met before… Regardless, from that moment on, he’s provided us with necessary hints on where to go next whenever we got truly stumped. His assistance led us to find the exact clues we needed to proceed. He’s the only reason how we were able to make so much progress in the past half-year. Due to his assisting nature, I assumed
“Sister…!” By the time Yselle called out for her, Winnie’s figure was already a tiny speck as she swiftly continued following Kort and his men to the manor. “With so many things brewing, I guess I should go take a look as well…” muttered Yselle to herself as she began walking toward them. Before she could even take a step, however, she was utterly stunned by a black figure dashing past her extremely quickly! “…What the hell was that?” said Yselle as she frowned. Whatever it was, it could wait, and Yselle continued heading toward the manor. A brief moment later, the doors to the large hall within the Crawford Manor were swung open as a fearsome and old-sounding voice roared, “The entire Crawford family is to pay a bloody price today if it’s the last thing I do!” The shout was so loud that everyone could feel their ears ringing as an ominous wind blew into the room. Following that, Kort led his powerful-looking men into the hall as Parker took a step forward before asking,
Sensing the immense murderous intent from the Moldell subordinates—who were already starting to take action—Dylan felt his expression change drastically. All this time, he had been extremely reluctant to have any forms of contact with secret societies unless he was absolutely forced to. After all, for all he knew, secret societies were usually both unruly and overbearing. In the end, he did so in order to find out more about the Sun League. Unfortunately, all his worries were now presenting themselves before his very eyes. He remembered, at that moment, that his father had once told him that the Crawford family would always face the risk of getting exterminated. Was what his father had said finally going to happen today? Were they going to meet their end being slaughtered by the Moldell family’s people? The thought of it alone made Dylan gulp slightly. It was at that moment when a loud and rather wild-sounding voice shouted, “I’d like to see for myself who dares to even harm
Upon hearing that name, both Kort and Parker were left momentarily stupefied. “… From what you’ve said, I’m assuming that you’re acquainted with my third uncle, Christopher, who’s also the Moldell family’s elder, correct? Still, I find it odd that he’s never mentioned a ‘Daryl’ before,” replied Kort, feeling his heart skip a beat. Even among the other secret societies, few men knew much about the mysterious Christopher who was, in a way, the totem of the Moldell family. As far as Kort knew, the Crawfords were simply a regular wealthy family. How on earth could Daryl have gotten acquainted with that old man? “If I recall correctly, ‘secret societies’ like yours each have their own strict rules to abide by. A universal rule for all of you is that fact that you can’t get involved with the ordinary world all willy-nilly, no? Yet that’s exactly what you scoundrels did! What more, you even built your own family from the ground up, just to be able to meddle more with the ordinary worl
“The young master’s left the Logan Province hours ago! He’s already arrived at the island!” reported one of Daryl’s many subordinates. “…Young master? What sort of young master, dad?” said Dylan, baffled. “Haha! You’ll know once he arrives,” replied Daryl as he shook his head with a bitter smile on his face. “…Speak of the devil…” added Daryl as he raised his head to look out of the hall. Hearing that, everyone turned to look in the direction Daryl was staring at. Walking toward them from the main square, was a young man donning a black suit. As soon as he got close enough, all the previous subordinates—who were still standing by the door—bowed respectfully as they greeted, “Young master!” “G-Gerald!” shouted both Dylan and Jessica in unison. While Dylan’s lips twitched, overjoyed, Jessica herself was so moved that she ended up covering her mouth. As for the rest of the Crawfords, all of them stared at Gerald, excitement building within them. “It’s been a year, mom… Dad
Even Jessica was happy as she shouted, “Come on, Gerald! Kill that old b*stard! Beat him to death!” Parker, on the other hand, turned to look at Daryl before respectfully asking, “Judging from your aura, could you perhaps be one of the legends like my third uncle, Christopher?” He was asking since he had been stunned by how much of a disadvantage Kort had actually been placed in despite fighting the young Gerald. Parker could only imagine what level of strength Daryl truly had as Gerald’s mentor. “Hah! Are you saying that Christopher hasn’t been wasting his time in the past few decades? What, has he arrived at the realm of legends as well?” asked Daryl in return. “He has!” “What? Didn’t you say that Great Old Master Moldell passed away, grandpa?” asked Winnie—who was still in a state of shock—as she continued watching Gerald and Kort fight. “Nonsense! That was just a rumor. After all, how could we expose Great Old Master Moldell’s identity so casually? Still, you’re just a
“…So it turns out that the young master’s body was no longer normal for a while now! No wonder!” said Welson, feeling enlightened. ‘Still… Who exactly was Gerald’s first master…? This Finnley person…? I’ve never heard of him… If Gerald’s body was able to transform this much in just half a year, I wonder what level of training Finnley himself has…’ Daryl thought to himself. A scream brought Daryl’s attention back on Kort as everyone watched the old man fall from mid-air before vomiting blood. “You… You’ve already entered the realm of legends… How… How is this even possible?!” shouted Kort, his shock evident from his tone. As the title suggested, only legends could enter the realm of legends. From what Kort knew, Christopher himself—who had undergone such immense training—had barely been able to enter the realm of legends. Yet here Gerald was! A young man who had managed to achieve the status of great master despite Kort previously deeming him as a person who lacked common sens