I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 126

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Chapter 126

The loosely tied sack mouth came undone as the figure inside stirred, revealing a person within.
A man, not yet fully conscious, let out a groan. Upon seeing the man’s face, Hevanth’s eyes widened with shock.
“I thought you’d lost him, so I brought him back.”
“…You foolish wretch.”
Yet that flicker of surprise was brief. Hevanth opened his mouth in the tone of one chastising a foolish younger brother.
“You came reeking of blood in the dead of night just to show me this pathetic thing?”
“Do you dislike it?”
Reytan laughed softly.
“I thought you’d appreciate it.”
“What—”
“Isn’t he your closest confidant, the one who disappeared the year after Brown died?”
Despite the seemingly helpful explanation, Reytan’s blue eyes were sinister beyond measure.
Windis, resonating with his master’s emotions, stirred as if to display her power, but could only manage to rattle against the scabbard in Reytan’s grip.
“Did you know? On the day the Mines exploded, this man planted a bomb inside that detonated faster than the others.”
The plan had been to collapse the Mines entrance that day for safety reasons. Brown was responsible for it, and the culprit had lured Brown inside to match the detonation time of the separately planted explosive.
“One of the installed bombs malfunctioned and detonated early, making it look like an accident. He left a threatening card for Yosel to lure him to the Mines. As if to frame Yosel as the culprit should murder be suspected.”
“What are you getting at? What does that have to do with me?”
“Did you know Brown was going to receive the Trabel Family name?”
“I didn’t.”
Though he feigned ignorance, Hevanth inadvertently drew in a sharp breath. Reytan could not have missed that reaction. For fifteen years, Reytan had been investigating the accident. He had made countless assumptions about those who could be suspects. What if Hevanth were the culprit?
“No. You knew. And you must have been terrified. Brown was far superior to you all.”
“…”
“When he was outside the Trabel Family, you saw him as an obedient, capable tool. But if Brown were to have the Separate House? If he were to accumulate enough achievements to possess the Diamond House?”
“Enough!”
Hevanth shouted. His expression, eyes wide and glaring at Reytan, was not that of his usual dignified eldest son.
Cornered, Hevanth cried out.
“Because you’re the child of the second wife, I pitied you—and you dare speak to me like this? Who is anxious because of whom? What do you think you know to spout such nonsense?”
“…”
“Fine, let’s say the man you brought is the one who orchestrated Brown’s accident. What does that have to do with me? Do you have clear evidence that I ordered it? Do you?”
Hevanth spilled out his words in a torrent, breathing heavily as he glared at Reytan.
“Evidence?”
Reytan pressed both hands against the footboard of the bed where Hevanth sat.
Screeeech—! Crack! Boom—!
Simultaneously, wind exploded outward around Windis. As a vortex compressed at a single point dispersed, the force of the violent wind tore the bedroom door from its hinges in the opposite direction. Only then did the devastated state of the Villa come into Hevanth’s view.
No wonder no one came in despite his raised voice.
All the Knights who had come as guards lay unconscious on the ground. Yet not a single scratch marked Reytan’s body.
A cool breeze flowed through the space where the door had vanished. Reytan regarded me with an expression utterly devoid of emotion.
“There is no evidence that Hevanth Cornelian Trabel instructed the culprit to cause the accident. Unfortunately.”
No evidence, yet those blue eyes already brimmed with certainty, did they not?
Whether from the wind or something else, goosebumps prickled across my skin. My younger sister Mariane’s words from before suddenly echoed in my mind.

“Julia, Brown, Berry. Do you know what these three have in common?”
“What are you suddenly talking about?”
“Quartz. That’s what they all are. That’s why I’m holding back, isn’t it? Berry is the means to strike the greatest blow against that eyesore Reytan, but if I touch that child, he’ll try to kill me.”
“Why would he kill you?”
“Because I touched Quartz.”

I had thought Mariane had finally regained her senses.
Gulp.
Without thinking, I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on Reytan as my hand stretched to the side.
The handle of the crossbow, which had been precariously perched atop the display cabinet, brushed against my fingertips as the sack collided with impact.
“….”
If Reytan showed even the slightest sign of attacking me, I intended to seize the crossbow and fire. In preparation for wild beasts or assassins, a single bolt was already loaded in the weapon.
Reytan saw it all clearly. The eyes of the two of us regarding each other held a murderous intensity that could never belong to blood brothers. It was Reytan who broke the tense silence that hung between us.
“…Is there nothing more you wish to say to me?”
“Nothing.”
“This will be my last question.”
“Then get that discourteous face of yours out of my sight.”
At my words, Reytan tapped the bedframe he was holding several times with his index finger, then released it and turned his heel toward where the bedroom door had been.
“Understood. Since you have nothing to say, remaining here would be a waste of time. I brought him as a gift, so I shall leave him behind.”
He gestured toward the man whose face protruded from the sack, groaning.
“For your information, he said nothing to me except to admit to the crime. He claims it was all his own doing. I shall take my leave now. Do be careful on your way back.”
With those words, Reytan departed from the villa, which had lost all its doors to destruction. Once his figure was no longer visible, I finally moved, slipping out of bed and taking up the crossbow.
“….”
“He…vanth… sir….”
The man who had regained consciousness called my name weakly. He was one of unwavering loyalty—loyal enough to obey the order never to appear again for fourteen years.
I gazed down at the figure sprawled at my feet with an expressionless stare. Yet circumstances had become too precarious to honor such loyalty.
“I told you never to show yourself.”
The culprit who had been exposed to Reytan, the one who knew the secret of that day.
Thwack. Whistle—! …Ugh.
A sharp sound cut through the air, and a brief cry scattered into the void.

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I was opening the front gate of Stone House to fetch Theon from the Training Ground when it happened.
“Berry Noona!”
Jeffrey came rushing toward me, waving his hand. He’d apparently left work still wearing his work clothes, for he reeked of professionalism from head to toe.
“Oh, Jeffrey. You got here quickly?”
“Yeah! I ran the whole way!”
Swish, swish.
Jeffrey’s crimson tail wagged before me. At fourteen, Jeffrey still stood about my height.
When our eyes met, Jeffrey grinned widely, and his wolf fangs peeked out slightly. They were just fangs, yet people apparently found them irresistible…
‘Truly, the realm of taste knows no bounds.’
And Jeffrey understood perfectly what people found attractive about him.
His luscious crimson tail, his thick triangular ears with white fur mixed in, his amber eyes, his sharp gaze, the fangs visible when he raised the corners of his mouth, the cold, unapproachable face when expressionless that transformed into a mischievous boy when he smiled—the contrast was captivating…
All of these were charm points Jeffrey had explained to me. When I asked how he knew so much, Jeffrey answered as though it were obvious.

“People’s reactions change. I can tell by observing things like their eyes or how quickly they speak! My senses don’t lie!”

His explanation was that his animal instincts were exceptional, but if that were true, most successful models would be beastkin.
Yet reality proved otherwise, so Jeffrey simply possessed innate modeling talent.
Jeffrey rummaged through his pocket and pulled something out.
“Sister, give me your hand.”
“Huh? Here!”
I extended my hand to Jeffrey. He grinned pleasantly and placed what he’d retrieved from his pocket into my palm.
“I earned money!”
Three gold coins.

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