Chapter 59: Pact

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Chapter 59 of "Return of the Youngest Son with SSS-Rank Talent" starts with dramatic events: Chapter 59: Pact Hudson waited silently while his men brought in the materials. The atmosphere grew... Discover what happens!

Chapter 59: Pact Hudson waited silently while his men brought in the materials. The atmosphere grew thicker, as if an invisible force had sealed the room. A servant entered carrying a blackened silver tray. On it lay the ritual ingredients: A scroll made from goat skin. A multicolored pheasant feather. A vial containing solar toad blood. Kael calmly examined the objects, verifying that the ingredients were real. Hudson moistened his lips. Despite his arrogant facade, he couldn’t hide the slight tremor in his hands. The pact was not a game. It was a contract with a god! After examining the ingredients, Kael delicately picked up the pen. Then, with the tip, he opened the vial containing the sun toad’s blood, which soaked into the instrument, staining it a bright gold. Without saying a word, he wrote on the parchment: "I swear, before the gaze of the Ancient Sun God, that the information will be true, and that lies will be ashes in my throat." Hudson did the same, although his hand was less steady. He wrote his part: "I swear, before the God who illuminates the world, to deliver what I have promised. If I fail, may my soul burn eternally in your flames." Both signed with their real names. Pacts made under the name of the Ancient Sun God did not accept any kind of masks. At that moment, an invisible bolt of lightning struck the parchment. There was no light: only a scorching shadow and the smell of incinerated flesh. The parchment rolled up by itself and remained suspended in the air, floating in front of them. After two seconds, it disappeared, disintegrating into a swirl of golden ash. Hudson took a step back. A drop of sweat trickled down his cheek, even though the air was cool. Kael, on the other hand, didn’t blink. He got up from the black armchair as if he had just signed a receipt. "Now, hand over the stones." Hudson snapped his fingers. The first subordinate returned with four leather bags filled with mana stones. Kael opened them and looked at the mana stones, clean, carved, and pulsing slightly with energy. He began to count them, even though he knew it wasn’t necessary: by their weight, he would know the exact amount. After checking the four thousand mana stones, he calmly closed the bags. Now I have to buy a ring with a space rune. He thought, placing the bags on his legs. Hudson looked at him with the hatred of a chained dog. Ignoring the stare, Kael began to reveal the "important information about the Clan," which, in reality, was nothing extraordinary. However, for the enemy kingdom, that information would be invaluable. When he finished, Hudson smiled maliciously, and his eyes sparkled with cunning. He could see the value of that information in his kingdom and the juicy reward his king would give him. "Someday, young Medici. I’ll kill you," Hudson growled hatefully. Kael just smiled. He had already gotten what he needed; there was no reason to stay there any longer. And without another word, he left the room. Once Kael had left, Hudson took out a new cigar and lit it. He took a deep drag before opening one of the drawers in his desk. He took out a pen and a blank sheet of paper, wrote on it, and when he was finished, placed the paper on a scroll. As he infused it with his mana essence, the message disappeared. Leaning back in his chair, his gaze turned toward the Medici mansion, his expression impenetrable and his thoughts hidden. ... As he descended to the first floor, Kael caught the attention of everyone present: gamblers and spectators alike. With his usual composure, he approached the table where the mana stones he had won were lying and left the casino as if nothing had happened. Once outside, Lydia, who had remained silent, couldn’t contain her curiosity when she saw the fortune her young master was carrying: "Young master, why did the teacher send for you? The atmosphere on the first floor was not good at all." "It was nothing out of the ordinary. He only knew of my identity as the young master of the Medici Clan." Kael omitted details, although part of his answer was true. "I see, so that’s why," Lydia muttered, not giving it much thought. It was to be expected that they would know Kael’s identity on Kiran Mountain. They walked to a shop selling rings with space runes. Kael bought one and stored all the money he had obtained from the exchange with Hudson in it. Without stopping, they continued their journey through the bustling city, aware that the tranquility would not last long. ... Three days later. Heavy rain fell on Mount Kiran, filling the streets with large puddles. A meeting was taking place at the Medici mansion. The elders of the Clan exchanged grave glances at the reports they had received. "Several villages under our protection have been ravaged by wild beasts... Even our assigned guardians perished in the attacks," declared the first elder in a somber voice. Another old man added, frowning, "And that’s not all. The three-eyed crows, both white and black, are behaving strangely. They’ve been flying over the mountain in chaotic patterns for days." He paused significantly before continuing: "Furthermore, packs of iron-toothed wolves and purple lightning wolves have begun attacking the villages." The third elder sighed, drawing everyone’s attention: "The most disturbing thing is the disappearances. Cases have been reported in both villages and cities... and all of the missing belong to our Clan. It’s as if they know where our members are." A heavy silence filled the room. Many unusual events had occurred since the arrival of the merchant caravan. Although no one said it out loud, everyone shared the same thought: There was a traitor in the Clan! Then, all eyes turned to the end of the table. Zephyr, patriarch of the Medici Clan, sat with an untouched glass between his fingers. His expression was unchanging, but his eyes shone with a restrained intensity. "A mole," he finally said, his voice so calm that it was more terrifying than a scream. "A worm is crawling among us... and speaking to the enemy." He leaned forward, his fingers intertwined, staring intently at each of those present. "We will start with my blood," he continued. "My children. My wives. They will be investigated without exception. Then you." His tone left no room for discussion. "If any of you," he added, his voice as cold as ice, "wish to confess now, I will grant you a quick death... and the honor of not dragging your name through the mud." No one responded. But their breathing grew shorter. An old man swallowed hard. Another clenched his fist under the table. No one spoke. Zephyr didn’t smile. He didn’t frown. He just nodded. "Very well," he said, straightening up. "We’ll send the young masters and ladies to investigate the ravaged areas." He paused. "That’s all, you may go."

Chapter 59: Pact

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