Chapter 518: Golden Emergence
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The clacking of shoes sounded, and an individual finally appeared from the shadows.
He had a wide smile on his face, and the cool demeanor he exuded was befitting of someone of his caliber.
Even the aura that oozed out of him made Damien realize that he was special.
"You know, it makes sense that you're one of them..." His voice was calm.
Even though his golden eyes stared coldly at Damien's pathetic form, the person's smile didn't fade.
The young man's golden hair swayed, a portion of his face covered by it.
His outfit resembled a traveler, but they were all extremely well-made Magic Items—befitting of royalty.
"... I never liked you very much back then too."
'Y-you—!!!' Damien's eyes seemed to ring out as he looked upon the face of a boy he recognized.
The most exceptional student he had ever seen in his Instructing days at Ainzlark... Kuzon Midas!
"Well, now that you've performed your role well, there's no further reason to keep you alive."
"MMMMPHH!!!" Damien struggled to speak, realizing that his life would come to an end if he didn't say anything.
"Looks like you want to say something. Alright then, speak."
"Puah! T-thank you very much for—"
"Speak."
The young man's eyes narrowed further. It was condescending beyond description, but Damien didn't have the luxury of complaining.
"A-ah, why don't you spare me? You're after the Organization, right? I-I can help you. They betrayed me too. They used and threw me away. I have no loyalty to them. I help you. So... what do you say?"
It was a classic betrayer move, but Damien had run out of choices.
His Original Magic didn't work, and, for some reason, his entire body couldn't move. His only chance of survival was for—
"Pfft. You're so pathetic, it's hilarious."
Damien had expected some resistance, but not this.
"I don't know which is funnier. Your desperate desire to live, or how ignorant you are."
Damien's fear was temporarily disabled by an entitled rage that he felt anytime he was looked down upon.
"You didn't realize this, but someone put a tracker on you—most likely to trace your location. If I have to guess, I'll say it's Jared's work. It could also be Neron's, but I'd still go for the former."
"W-wha—?!" Damien's rage was completely submerged in an ocean of shock.
"Look at your face. You're so stupid, aren't you?"
Damien didn't understand how anyone could have placed a tracker on him without his knowledge.
'H-how...?'
"Don't worry, though. I disabled it. There's no need to get those people involved in my business."
Damien was still trying to comprehend how he had been hoodwinked when a hand suddenly tapped his shoulder.
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It was Kuzon's.
The young man was squatting, placing a hand on his shoulder which brought about a greater degree of pressure.
A portion of Kuzon's face was covered by his golden hair, so only one of his eyes could be seen by Damien.
It was... so cold and condescending.
"You're wrong about so many things. My intentions, and your worth."
There was something Kuzon hadn't told anyone.
His true motives, the reason he had killed two members of the Organization, and was about to kill another—without any shred of remorse.
It was all because of a certain man—a member of the Cult that he had been after since forever.
Of course, he wasn't going to tell Damien the details. Still...
"Let me ask you this. If you answer well, I could let you live."
Damien gulped. Despite the fear squirming within him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity he had to live.
"Do you know anyone by the name of Kido?"
'Uh?' Damien Lawcroft was clueless.
Was he supposed to know the individual? He had thought his assaulter would ask him a question about the Organization, but he simply asked about a person.
"I see... you don't know him, uh? Figures. You're just a 10th Seat."
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The clacking of shoes sounded, and an individual finally appeared from the shadows.
He had a wide smile on his face, and the cool demeanor he exuded was befitting of someone of his caliber.
Even the aura that oozed out of him made Damien realize that he was special.
"You know, it makes sense that you're one of them..." His voice was calm.
Even though his golden eyes stared coldly at Damien's pathetic form, the person's smile didn't fade.
The young man's golden hair swayed, a portion of his face covered by it.
His outfit resembled a traveler, but they were all extremely well-made Magic Items—befitting of royalty.
"... I never liked you very much back then too."
'Y-you—!!!' Damien's eyes seemed to ring out as he looked upon the face of a boy he recognized.
The most exceptional student he had ever seen in his Instructing days at Ainzlark... Kuzon Midas!
"Well, now that you've performed your role well, there's no further reason to keep you alive."
"MMMMPHH!!!" Damien struggled to speak, realizing that his life would come to an end if he didn't say anything.
"Looks like you want to say something. Alright then, speak."
"Puah! T-thank you very much for—"
"Speak."
The young man's eyes narrowed further. It was condescending beyond description, but Damien didn't have the luxury of complaining.
"A-ah, why don't you spare me? You're after the Organization, right? I-I can help you. They betrayed me too. They used and threw me away. I have no loyalty to them. I help you. So... what do you say?"
It was a classic betrayer move, but Damien had run out of choices.
His Original Magic didn't work, and, for some reason, his entire body couldn't move. His only chance of survival was for—
"Pfft. You're so pathetic, it's hilarious."
Damien had expected some resistance, but not this.
"I don't know which is funnier. Your desperate desire to live, or how ignorant you are."
Damien's fear was temporarily disabled by an entitled rage that he felt anytime he was looked down upon.
"You didn't realize this, but someone put a tracker on you—most likely to trace your location. If I have to guess, I'll say it's Jared's work. It could also be Neron's, but I'd still go for the former."
"W-wha—?!" Damien's rage was completely submerged in an ocean of shock.
"Look at your face. You're so stupid, aren't you?"
Damien didn't understand how anyone could have placed a tracker on him without his knowledge.
'H-how...?'
"Don't worry, though. I disabled it. There's no need to get those people involved in my business."
Damien was still trying to comprehend how he had been hoodwinked when a hand suddenly tapped his shoulder.
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It was Kuzon's.
The young man was squatting, placing a hand on his shoulder which brought about a greater degree of pressure.
A portion of Kuzon's face was covered by his golden hair, so only one of his eyes could be seen by Damien.
It was... so cold and condescending.
"You're wrong about so many things. My intentions, and your worth."
There was something Kuzon hadn't told anyone.
His true motives, the reason he had killed two members of the Organization, and was about to kill another—without any shred of remorse.
It was all because of a certain man—a member of the Cult that he had been after since forever.
Of course, he wasn't going to tell Damien the details. Still...
"Let me ask you this. If you answer well, I could let you live."
Damien gulped. Despite the fear squirming within him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity he had to live.
"Do you know anyone by the name of Kido?"
'Uh?' Damien Lawcroft was clueless.
Was he supposed to know the individual? He had thought his assaulter would ask him a question about the Organization, but he simply asked about a person.
"I see... you don't know him, uh? Figures. You're just a 10th Seat."
>BZZTZZZZZZZZZTTTTZZZZZZZVWUUUUUSHHHHH
The clacking of shoes sounded, and an individual finally appeared from the shadows.He had a wide smile on his face, and the cool demeanor he exuded was befitting of someone of his caliber.Even the aura that oozed out of him made Damien realize that he was special."You know, it makes sense that you're one of them..." His voice was calm.Even though his golden eyes stared coldly at Damien's pathetic form, the person's smile didn't fade.The young man's golden hair swayed, a portion of his face covered by it.His outfit resembled a traveler, but they were all extremely well-made Magic Itemsbefitting of royalty."... I never liked you very much back then too."'Y-you!!!' Damien's eyes seemed to ring out as he looked upon the face of a boy he recognized.The most exceptional student he had ever seen in his Instructing days at Ainzlark... Kuzon Midas!"Well, now that you've performed your role well, there's no further reason to keep you alive.""MMMMPHH!!!" Damien struggled to speak, realizing that his life would come to an end if he didn't say anything."Looks like you want to say something. Alright then, speak.""Puah! T-thank you very much for""Speak."The young man's eyes narrowed further. It was condescending beyond description, but Damien didn't have the luxury of complaining."A-ah, why don't you spare me? You're after the Organization, right? I-I can help you. They betrayed me too. They used and threw me away. I have no loyalty to them. I help you. So... what do you say?"It was a classic betrayer move, but Damien had run out of choices.His Original Magic didn't work, and, for some reason, his entire body couldn't move. His only chance of survival was for"Pfft. You're so pathetic, it's hilarious."Damien had expected some resistance, but not this."I don't know which is funnier. Your desperate desire to live, or how ignorant you are."Damien's fear was temporarily disabled by an entitled rage that he felt anytime he was looked down upon."You didn't realize this, but someone put a tracker on youmost likely to trace your location. If I have to guess, I'll say it's Jared's work. It could also be Neron's, but I'd still go for the former.""W-wha?!" Damien's rage was completely submerged in an ocean of shock."Look at your face. You're so stupid, aren't you?"Damien didn't understand how anyone could have placed a tracker on him without his knowledge.'H-how...?'"Don't worry, though. I disabled it. There's no need to get those people involved in my business."Damien was still trying to comprehend how he had been hoodwinked when a hand suddenly tapped his shoulder.This chapter upload first at NovelBin.NetIf you want to read more chapters, please visit NovelNext.Com to experience faster update speed 'New novel hapters are published on novElbin.cOm.',It was Kuzon's.The young man was squatting, placing a hand on his shoulder which brought about a greater degree of pressure.A portion of Kuzon's face was covered by his golden hair, so only one of his eyes could be seen by Damien.It was... so cold and condescending."You're wrong about so many things. My intentions, and your worth."There was something Kuzon hadn't told anyone.His true motives, the reason he had killed two members of the Organization, and was about to kill anotherwithout any shred of remorse.It was all because of a certain mana member of the Cult that he had been after since forever.Of course, he wasn't going to tell Damien the details. Still..."Let me ask you this. If you answer well, I could let you live."Damien gulped. Despite the fear squirming within him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity he had to live."Do you know anyone by the name of Kido?"'Uh?' Damien Lawcroft was clueless.Was he supposed to know the individual? He had thought his assaulter would ask him a question about the Organization, but he simply asked about a person."I see... you don't know him, uh? Figures. You're just a 10th Seat."BZZTZZZZZZZZZTTTTZZZZZZZVWUUUUUSHHHHH
