Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 150 (Part 1):

Was his grandfather still harboring resentment towards Darien? Considering how harshly the talented Helmut was treated, one could only imagine the treatment received by Darien’s talentless son.

Being his own flesh and blood, he must have been treated even more harshly, as if he were personal property. It was bad enough to sever ties and kick him away, indicating deep-seated resentment.

“You use the Sword Saint’s swordsmanship, don’t you?”

“You know that too? My father wasn’t interested in swords, but I’ve had a talent since childhood…… I was taught by my grandfather. Although he wasn’t a knight, he consistently trained his body and remembered his swordsmanship.”

The boy shook his head vigorously, cutting off the conversation.

“Anyway, if it’s not widely known, I’d prefer it to remain quiet. I don’t want the attention of being a descendant of the Sword Saint. My name is Luke Yeager, and I want to be recognized for who I am. That’s also what the commander of the Palma Knights hopes for.”

‘Does the commander want him to remain silent for that reason?’

“I wonder.”

Helmut answered with a peculiar nuance. Luke frowned.

“Besides, why am I even sharing this story with someone I’ve never met before?”

“Perhaps there’s a reason.”

Or he instinctively felt this was someone he should talk to. It seemed they were getting along fairly well in conversation. Helmut was satisfied with his own learning ability. Michael also proved to be a good reference.

Luke scanned Helmut’s face up and down.

“Besides, you’d be totally my type if you were a girl. What a pity.”

The expression was one of regret for not being so. Helmut looked back at him without flinching.

“You know quite a bit about me. Why are you interested?”

“I’m interested in the Sword Saint. About his swordsmanship and his descendants.”

It was still too early to bring up the story about the commander of the Palma Knights. It wouldn’t do for Darien’s descendant to end up backstabbed and killed, though a warning seemed necessary.

“I have zero interest in men. But you, I’ll make an exception.”

“That sounds like something you’d say to a weaker opponent.”

Helmut smirked slightly. It was a smile that could be perceived as arrogant. Luke finally realized who the young man in front of him was.

“Right, Hyde. I heard you demonstrated remarkable skills among the preliminary participants?”

“I probably finished my duels quicker than you did.”

“You have a sharp tongue. Arrogance isn’t a sin if you have the skills to back it up.”

Luke responded calmly. Perhaps because he wasn’t a Basor, he didn’t immediately show aggression towards Helmut. He seemed of noble birth, with a somewhat casual manner of speech and a harmonious personality.

Memories are often idealized, especially those of heroes. But Helmut’s memories weren’t old enough to be idealized.

Darien’s great-grandson was far more decent in character than Darien. Helmut, being unaffected, was aware that Darien was a violent and stubborn old man.

So, he made up his mind.

“If you need help, let me know. I’m willing to help you out at least once, even if it’s dangerous.”

Luke frowned.

“What are you talking about? Why would I seek your help?”

“We’ll discuss that later.”

“I have no interest in riddles. I’m the type to demand answers, even if it means grabbing someone by the collar.”

“But you’d choose who to grab by the collar, wouldn’t you?”

“Wow, you know your stuff. If I win our duel, will you explain all these out-of-the-blue statements? The reason behind them.”

“It’d be better not to set such conditions. Even if we fought, I would win.”

Luke’s eyebrows twitched. It seemed his competitive spirit was stirred. Despite his generally mild temperament, his pride was not to be underestimated.

Before he could say more, a gust of wind blew in. Someone had entered the tent.

The man standing against the backlight exuded an immense aura, like a mountain. Helmut’s skin tingled, and his hand instinctively reached for his sword. The call filled with authority and power shook the air.

“Luke Yeager!”

“Commander.”

Luke bowed his head in greeting. An austere middle-aged man approached and patted his shoulder.

“Congratulations on advancing to the main event.”

“It’s not a place for the Commander to personally visit.”

“I’ve been watching the tournament. There are too many who take for granted that they’ll start in the main event. Your attitude serves as a good example for them.”

“You flatter me.”

Luke too must be of noble birth. Helmut closely observed the relationship between the two.

‘So, this is the commander of the Palma Knights .’

Lutus Cicero. Despite being branded a traitor, he had the authentic vibe of a knight. The Commander’s authority was palpable, and his tone was heavy.

But someone of his age and position would also be skilled at concealing his true nature.

‘Luke Yeager respects him.’

His strength was immeasurable. Perhaps because he was the commander of a strong country’s knight order. His aura was extraordinary, yet it felt as though his inner barriers were closed off. He had complete control over his own aura.

Helmut revised his underestimation. Not all traitors are necessarily weak.

Lutus Cicero’s gaze turned to him.

“Main event contestant, Hyde, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You’re using magic. To conceal your identity?”

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