Volume 2 Chapter 83 Revenge, Assumptions
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
(It was a miscalculation…)
Shajar Nakash, head of the Nakash family, glared at the darkening sky and sea from the window of the white palace, teeth clenched tight.
Almeisa was dead, and Natra did not return.
He sought reinforcements from Nizaam of the Malc family, with whom he had a 30-year relationship, but even he was said to have been slain by the ‘Knights of the Sun.’
The Malc family, wanting to avoid trouble, pinned the blame for the ambush on Nizaam and the Nakash family.
One by one, excellent disciples were dying.
Cold stares from neighboring nations due to the surprise attack on Izerland, without even a declaration of war.
Rather than defeating the fake ‘User of Azrael’s Death Sword,’ numerous operations instead tarnished the brand image of Azrael’s warrior monk.
In this Azrael, due to the strict laws of the Twelve Divine Generals system and the Azrael religion, political scandals were treated with extreme severity.
As information naturally flows with the currents of people, the uproar caused by the Nakash family had spread to a point where it was known by every prominent individual in the country.
(This was not how it was supposed to be.)
Shajar furrowed his white brows tightly.
Even the view of the port from the palace offered no comfort.
What was meant to be a show of authority as the Twelve Divine Generals by simply killing the fake Death Sword User had instead turned into a situation where they were being preyed upon from many directions.
The direct cause was Nizaam’s flirtations leading a large group into Châtillon Prefecture.
He didn’t want to speak ill of his deceased friend, but that old man couldn’t suppress his excitement at returning to the battlefield after so long.
Thus, the mission failed, only worsening the Nakash family’s predicament.
(What country would fail to send spies to an adjacent mock enemy nation?)
He would admit that sending too many in with too much flair was a mistake.
However, considering the national interests of Azrael, it was not a mistake.
The act of infiltrating the Azrael faith guerrilla-style was deemed acceptable, and it could serve as a trump card during invasion operations.
The protests from Izerland were entirely justified, but it was hard to accept being criticized by the Twelve Divine Generals, who were supposed to be allies.
”…Sarah”
”Yes.”
The black-clad female apostle, who had been attending nearby, immediately responded to Shajar’s call.
A beautiful woman with brown skin and black hair that reached her shoulders.
From beneath the veil that concealed her face, her lips, painted with red lipstick, could be seen.
”It seems Nizaam was burned to death.”
”…Yes.”
”According to reports, Almeisa was struck by a magic sword and was blown to pieces without a single fragment left.”
”……”
”We must make Izerland pay the price. Even if it was initiated by us… If this continues, only the fact that Nizaam and our Nakash family’s elite were inferior to Izerland’s knights will remain.”
”Aren’t we supposed to explain and apologize to Izerland for this incident?”
”That’s right. However, if this continues, the Nakash family will only suffer losses. We must show those around us that we won’t fall without a fight.”
”Father, if the operation has failed, we should endure for now. Acting rashly is not wise.”
”If we do that, the Nakash family’s reputation will be utterly destroyed!”
The middle-aged head of the family furrowed his brow and turned to his eldest daughter.
He understood what Sarah was saying, but playing defensively was something to consider after achieving success.
If they went on the defensive during a disadvantage, the Nakash family would sink deeper into crisis.
”────”
”────”
Shajar’s angry voice echoed in the wide marble hall.
Sarah looked down without saying anything further.
(Damn…)
Speaking of Sarah, she also played a part in the distant cause of their current predicament.
To be precise, it was both Sarah and Shajar.
About 30 years ago, Shajar was approached with a marriage proposal from the newly established Twelve Divine Generals, the Vahid family.
After much hesitation, Shajar decided to offer his pride and joy──his daughter, Sarah──to the promising Vahid family.
However, a little over a decade later, Umar Vahid easily expelled Sarah’s fiancé, turning her into a ‘problematic asset’ just before their wedding.
The eldest son was indeed a failure, judging by his performance at the monastery and the amount of tachyonian cells, and it might have been wise to quickly drive him out of the country with his brother Jibril around.
While the circumstances were understandable, it was unbearable for Shajar, who had cared for Sarah.
Was there no other way──?
As distrust towards the Vahid family grew, a decisive event occurred that tore the two families apart.
Kian’s brother──Jibril had begun to court Sarah.
It was as if they were sharing old furniture among siblings.
What was the Vahid family thinking?
Naturally, Shajar was furious and personally drove Jibril away from the gate.
After that, the friendly relations with the Vahid family were severed.
Well, however, it wasn’t as if the Nakash family suffered any significant damage.
The situation began to worsen when Umar Vahid resigned from the Twelve Divine Generals, and Jibril took his place.
Jibril was truly the ‘greatest masterpiece.’
The reincarnation of the god Azrael.
The one who mastered everything.
The universal genius.
The master of the rooster’s crow and the dog’s theft.
Not only was he strong like Sarah, Almeisa, and Natra, but his talents spanned multiple areas, and he had gathered many powerful allies under his command.
Jibril quickly stood out among the Twelve Divine Generals, rising to become Azrael’s strongest and greatest apostle in just a few years.
(────)
Shajar recalled the image of the boy who had stood at the Nakash family’s gate for 15 years, even after being shut out.
A tall boy with long hair like a girl and eyes clouded like darkness──.
He did not move from the spot, even when a sandstorm approached, merely burying his nose in his scarf.
For a long, long, long time.
Until Sarah went to convey her feelings directly.
Until he was rejected by Sarah, he did not give up.
Shajar even felt a sense of awe for the boy who stood at the gate for 3 days without sleeping.
And that obsession had remained even after becoming one of the Twelve Divine Generals.
Jibril had made the Nakash family his sworn enemy.
As he became a central figure among the Twelve Divine Generals, the Nakash family began to experience a decline.
Before long, the only one he could truly call a friend was Nizaam of the Malc family.
Within the Twelve Divine Generals, the Nakash family was losing its status and glory.
Thanks to that, they were now in a dire situation.
Only enemies surrounded them, both inside and out.
If only he had offered Sarah to Jibril back then──.
…It was a thought that had crossed his mind, if only for a moment.
However, even if he could redo that time, he believed his pride and feelings for his daughter would have led him to send Jibril away.
”Sarah”
”Yes.”
”We shall reconcile with the princess of Izerland. However, on the other hand, we must take revenge on those who harmed Nizaam and Almeisa.”
”But, Father──”
Just as Sarah was about to retort, a cold wind swept through the marble palace.
It was clearly different from the sea breeze that blew in; it was a magic-infused wind.
A powerful presence of magic power swirled into the hall.
As he and Sarah turned around, they saw a small shadow clad in the robes of a shaman standing there.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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