Fire Mage

Chapter 714: Truelords

Charles continued with a smile.

"But after coming here, I realized that the main culprit is not Martin but the Nightwind Family's five elders and the Patriarch."

'I have to kill this man right now! Or else, the whole Nightwind family will face a disaster!' She instantly released her wisdom power and tried to pressure him.

At the same time, Ekemir also cast the [Mind Walking] skill and tried to enter his head.

But a moment later, he noticed that his consciousness couldn't even get near Charles.

Luna also felt a gigantic mountain standing before her and was startled.

Charles slowly released his wisdom power and revealed a bit of his power.

"M-My God! Y-You are a Legend?!" Panic and fear surfaced on Elder Luna's face as her legs trembled. In a moment, she falls to her knees and is directly prostrated on the bloodied floor.

Charles didn't even spare her a glance and turned his attention towards Ekemir.

"Now, can you tell me which side you belong to? How and why did you infiltrate the Nightwind Household and act as Diego's son?"

Before Ekemir could open his mouth, he suddenly forgot what to say and entered a confused state.

"Oh? A loyal servant of Truelords?' Charles's eyes suddenly squinted as he found another piece of information.

'Ekemir infiltrated this house more than five decades ago after killing Jasper and is observing the Nightwind Family.'

"Wait... James indeed said to my mom that 'Truelords' would send more members to kill me even if he got killed. And from the looks of it, the Nightwind Family didn't have any interest in chasing down my mother and killing us. But why did James come after us? Is it just a manipulative order from the Red Prince to lure out Runeth from the shadows? No, I fear what he said about my inheritance skill is true. The Nightwind Family desperately needed the wisdom skill to unlock the Array Circle to the Demiplane. If they had known that Harry had passed down his wisdom skill through inheritance, Patriarch Diego would have tried his best to keep me in this mansion. On the other hand, there is a high chance that the Truelords had a hand in this scheme." The more he thought, the more headache he felt.

At that moment, Elder Luna raised her head and spoke hurriedly.

"Truelords? Impossible! Wait, Charles... There is something I need to tell you. In truth, Martin Nightwind acted on his own two decades ago and didn't even have any connection with members of the Truelords. Even we were confused as to why he went after your mother and always got confused. If the 'Truelords' really wanted you and your mother to be dead, they would've at least sent a few Rank-5 Mystics like us. Not some butler and thugs."

"Whether the Truelords scheme or not, I plan on digging out the truth later by myself. But that doesn't change the fact that you guys killed my father." Charles spoke coldly.

"Can you at least spare me? I didn't do anything wrong at all!" Elder Luna pleaded.

Charles shook his head and spoke icily.

"I planned on razing the Nightwind Family and killing everyone. But after some thinking, I realized that only a handful of people are in the wrong. I'm a forgiving person, after all. So, I'll let you live. Instead, I'll kill your husband, your two daughters, three sons, and your parents."

As soon as his words ended, Elder Luna almost gasped in shock and tried to grab his legs.

"Oh no!!! Don't kill any of my family members!" Her body quivered as she kept her head low and begged.

On the other hand, Ekemir also felt that his whole disguised form started to tear up and reveal his real face.

His young skin became hard, shining golden hair turned greyish color, captivating red eyes became pure black, and even his oval face started to change and turn into a square one.

Within seconds, he returned to his original look, causing Elder Luna's mouth to open wide.

"W-Who are you?" She couldn't help but get tensed up. After all, she had been working with him for years, thinking that he was the son of Patriarch Diego, and was deeply startled!

"He is a [Deceiver] Class Mystic."

Saying so, Charles cast the [Curse of the Overlord] spell on Ekemir and asked the most important thing he wanted to learn.

"Tell me more about the 'Truelords.'"

'Hmm, it's a business organization solely owned by one family called 'Truelords.' The owner of the Truelords business organization is unknown; the Manager's name is Raymond Truelords, and the thirteen Council Elders all belong to the same Family. The Family owns many companies and has close ties with the Amber Church. In this Ember Kingdom, they are the ones who decide who should rule this kingdom, who should be promoted, and so on through the five major Guardian families.'

"Their relationship with Nightwind Family?"

"Partners? No, it's more like all the five families are servants of the Truelords.' Charles continued to ask about the Truelords's assets.

'The Truelords own the three biggest companies in the world and are shareholders of many small and intermediate companies. Their main revenue comes from 'Ember Liqueur Company,' Shade Alchemy Tower, and Amber Bank... Amber Bank?'

"What is the relationship between Truelords and Amber Church?"

"The Truelords and Amber Church have been allies for centuries. The pillar of Amber Church, Pontiff Vermillion, is a close associate of the Truelords, Pentagon, and Holmes families. They collaborate on various matters, including influencing political decisions, economic ventures, and controlling the smaller Kingdom like Ember..." Charles continued to ask questions about Truelords' Patriarch, Council Elders, and then about the Ember Kingdom's Royal Family and understood the whole kingdom's political struggles well.

'Other than the Truelord Organization's real owner, I got everyone's information.' Charles nodded as he raised his hand, pointed his finger at Ekemir's forehead, and cast the [Ember Needle] spell.

A moment later, a reddish ember needle came out of his finger, directly entered his head, and exploded from within, spattering his blood, skull bones, and brain matter in all directions.

Ekemir didn't even understand what had happened as he found himself standing in the Astral Realm the next second, watching his headless body dancing on the bloodied floor.

"Now, tell me how to undo the Dream Curse." Charles sharpened his gaze towards Elder Luna and asked.

"It's a unique curse spell formation created by 'Eddie Nightwind.' As long as the caster is alive, it's impossible to undo the spell. No, it's more like this spell made all the Raven Family members' consciousnesses enter the nightmare realm and sealed them permanently. Even if we undo the spell, there is a high chance their consciousness had long perished in the Nightmare Realm, and their bodies must have entered a state of coma. They will only wake up if their soul creates a brand new consciousness. Even if you don't undo the spell, his family members will wake up in a decade or two."

"Y-You demons!" A hoarse voice came from behind.

"Death of one's consciousness is as good as death of a person! Even if they open their eyes, most will have lost memories and endure many struggles." Oswald clenched his trembling hand and punched the nearby wall.

"I'm sorry." That's all Elder Luna could say in this situation.

"Why aren't you killing her, lad?" Oswald slowly walked closer to Charles and asked.

Meanwhile, Charles shook his head and spoke coldly.

"I want to. But simple death isn't enough."

"I want her to suffer, to feel the agony that me, you, and Raven's Family endured. Death is an easy way out for her, and I won't grant her that mercy," Charles replied, his eyes glinting with a dark resolve.

Oswald nodded, understanding the depth of Charles's pain and the desire for retribution.

"Then, what do you plan for her?" Oswald asked.

Charles took a moment to contemplate, his mind working through the possibilities. Finally, he spoke with a chilling calmness, "I'll strip away everything she holds dear—her Family, her status, her power. I'll make her experience the void of loss, the emptiness that engulfs you when everything you love is taken away. Death will be a reprieve compared to the hell she'll endure."

Elder Luna, still on her knees, trembled at the ominous words. The gravity of her actions and the impending consequences weighed heavily on her.

"Please, Charles, have mercy! I beg you!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Charles remained unmoved, "Mercy is a luxury you robbed from my Family. Now, face the consequences of your choices."

As he spoke, Elder Luna suddenly felt her world darkened.