The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 240

"Where is it going?" Lanard saw the Immortal Edge streak across the night sky, leaving the city. He couldn't care for resisting the pervasive sword's energy or aiding the citizens, frantic in pursuit. The ancient sword he'd guarded for eight years could not escape from his grasp.

Lucan and his allies reclaimed the Immortal Edge, dashing into the wilderness under cover of darkness, long gone before Lanard could chase them beyond the city walls.

Was this the magical treasure that had destroyed the Mallister family? It felt heavy in their hands. A single blade had ruined the Mallister family and laid waste to a city. Had the lord of Stormcast of that time hesitated when taking on this mission?

But from now on, all debts would be settled. “The Rocke family, the sword belongs to us now, your eight years of effort were for naught. Weep and wail, and prepare for the wrath of Cobalt Strike.”

Lanard chased the whole night, never again finding a trace of the Immortal Edge. It had vanished, completely.

Standing in the dark before dawn, he was lost in a long daze, a bone-chilling cold creeping from his heart. He had guarded it for eight years, and it had left without a sign. Who had called it forth? Who knew of its presence in the Golden Scorch?

It was over! The commotion was too great, and the events of the past would be revealed!

Lawren hurried back to Golden Scorch before sunrise, finding the city abuzz with talk of the night's events.

Returning to the fortress, Lanard collapsed in the ruined chamber, a picture of desolation, his aged face looking even older.

"Father! Father!" An anxious voice called from afar. Lanard slowly lifted his head, looking toward the approaching Lawren.

"Father, what has happened?" Lawren gazed upon the tattered remains of the secret chamber, an ominous feeling washing over him. Could the strange events of the previous night be linked to that ancient sword?

Lanard sat in stunned silence for a moment before rising and approaching Lawren.

"Father?"

"What have you been up to in Stormcast?"

"I've been conducting investigations."

"What exactly have you done?" Lanard's voice rose sharply, his hand striking Lawren across the face in anger. "Have you exposed us? Was it you who revealed our secrets to the Mallister family?"

"That's impossible! I've been extremely careful."

Lanard's hand struck again. "Why would the ancient sword leave? Someone must be summoning it! The Mallister family, it must be them!"

"Father, what exactly happened?"

"Last night, someone summoned it. It awoke, and it departed."

Felir spoke up, "Grandfather, please calm down. I don't think it was the Mallister family's doing. If they had the power to summon the ancient sword, they could have done so at any time over the past eight years. Think about it, if they could locate the sword, they could clear their name. Why would they wait until now?"

Lawren's brows furrowed. "Perhaps they didn't know where it was before, and this time... they guessed right!"

Felir stood firm in his belief. "If they truly knew how to awaken the ancient sword, Cobalt Strike would also be aware. They could have attempted it anywhere. I suspect someone else might be involved in this matter."

Lanard slumped back into his wicker chair, fists clenched. "What have you found out about the Mallister family?"

"Alavin has a flirtatious relationship with Mariela, the Elite Protégé from Botanic Haven, and has befriended Balder, the second son of the Mollen family. Now Mariela has moved in near Alavin, the Mollen family has sent a caravan to help rebuild Stormcast, and on top of that, Alavin has advanced to become an Advanced Mage. As for the rest... we have yet to discover."

Felir added, "My sister has vanished without a trace."

"You spent seven days in Stormcast, and this is all you've done?" Lanard was livid. He had repeatedly stressed the importance of this matter to their family's survival. A single misstep could spell doom. They needed to be cautious, diligent, and quick.

Lawren and Felir lowered their heads, unable to meet Lanard's gaze.

Lanard glared at them fiercely. "Think of a way to smooth things over, or when Cobalt Strike comes knocking, our fate as will be worse than that of the Mallisters."

Lawren suggested, "We could claim that we've come into possession of a secret treasure that caused the disturbances. Let's not say more than that."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.