Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 347 (Part 2):

The Sword Saint Darien Deferth was the one who conquered the desert to found the Basor we know today. Neither Basor’s King nor its people will ever forget him.

It’s also the legacy Darien left to Helmut.

And as for Luke Yeager—Darien’s heir and Helmut’s ally—he quietly watched Helmut with subdued eyes.

Though his grandfather’s generation might have departed Basor, he himself was Basori and the Commander of the Palma Knight Order.

If he’d expected the Second Prince to be hostile to Helmut, he would have already told Helmut to leave.

But over the past four years of serving the Second Prince, he’d come to understand him. His faith in the Second Prince was faith in Basor itself.

“Tell me your story. I firmly believe you will be both the justification and the rallying point for all this.”

On the Second Prince’s face flickered a mixture of excitement and hope. He was young and driven, possessed of a warrior’s resolve.

But there was something he didn’t know. Once he learned it, that hope might prove bittersweet.

Helmut looked at Alea for a moment. He and she had shared many conversations.

The things he possessed, his weaknesses, the things that would happen.

And what Helmut realized was that Alea had prepared more than he had thought.

During those four years, Alea hadn’t just thought about getting Helmut out of the Forest of Roots.

In fact, Antiol had done most of that. While helping with Antiol’s research, she had thought about what would happen after Helmut escaped the Forest of Roots.

Whether he chose revenge, reclaiming what he lost, or simply disappearing for good—whatever Helmut chose was his decision.

But whatever he decided, she needed to prepare for that decision.

Because she also knew what was holding Helmut back.

After all, Alea herself had lived in hiding for countless years, through no fault of her own. She even disguised herself as a man.

All because of her grandmother Heike’s crime—one that wasn’t even her parents’ but fell upon her.

So, for her, going up against the temple was also her destiny.

Thus, whether she wanted it or not, as long as the Temple was her enemy, their loss of power would only benefit her.

In her amethyst-colored eyes was support.

Support for the future battles and ordeals awaiting him—for every step Helmut would take.

And support for Helmut as a person.

‘I’ll stand by you, always, even if you possess the Seed of Darkness.’

Helmut opened his mouth to speak.

“Four years ago, I was sent to the Forest of Roots, caught in a conspiracy between the Temple and Renosa. Similar to how Sword Saint Darien Deferth was sent to the Forest of Roots. And the reason was…”

His story flowed without interruption. It was less like a spotless, pure-white truth and more of a gray-tinted narrative.

There were lies and truths intertwined. Even so, it fell to them to turn that ambiguity into a truth the world could accept.

They couldn’t afford to reveal absolutely everything—some enemies were far too great.

A vast tide was beginning to surge, yet it was not just one flow.

The flow of the human world and the flow of the inhuman world. Only time would tell what kind of whirlpool these two flows would create in the world.

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Sian felt his life was going through a massive upheaval.

Of course, he’d known the risks as soon as he decided to head to the Forest of Roots.

But in all his countless scenarios, not one had included being dragged to the Imperial Palace of the Empire.

“Wow, it’s really fancy here. Look at that ceiling… and those carvings…”

Sian’s voice brimmed with admiration, but also exhaustion. He could sense something had gone seriously wrong.

The Imperial Knights had confined them in some glittering place in the palace.

And from the moment they were confined there, Sian realized he couldn’t use magic.

It wasn’t surprising. If you could freely use magic in the Imperial Palace, the Emperor’s safety would be impossible to guarantee.

Which meant Sian could do nothing. He had no way to contact anyone. He couldn’t even summon his spirits.

‘And if I die here, without anyone the wiser, it wouldn’t be strange at all.’

His fate, he suspected, rested in Asuka’s hands.

Sian stared intently at Asuka’s annoyingly bright blue hair.

But what could Asuka do? He’d had his sword taken away too.

He could still use his Vis, yet the door hadn’t budged no matter how hard Asuka kicked or punched it.

Instead, all they got for their effort was Asuka’s pained yelling.

Bang!

“Argh!”

“It’s useless. There’s an Imperial Knight standing watch outside. If you do manage to get out, they’ll just drag you back in.”

After kicking the door a few more times, Asuka sat on the sofa. The room had no windows.

“Damn, they don’t give even a slight opening. Creepy how thorough these guys are.”

“That’s because they’re afraid you might escape.”

Even while escorting Asuka and Sian, the Imperial Knights and mages had shown no sign of letting their guard down.

Meaning they clearly knew who Asuka was.

Observing the room, Sian let out a sarcastic laugh.

“So, who exactly are you that we’re stuck in a place like this, Asuka? This is quite a sight—enough to put our so-called ‘friendship’ to shame.”

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