I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 167

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Chapter 167

“The next High Priest’s ability is foresight. The power to see the future. Once a month or so. He glimpses the near future ahead of time, it seems.”

Belesa relayed to Reytan the information she had obtained from a high-ranking priest at the Grand Temple whom she had bribed.
There were two things that made Yuraha frightening.
Knowing part of the future, and possessing the power to move the Aubaut Order.

“That’s why you’ll have to participate in the war. If the next High Priest sees a future where you don’t go to war, that would be problematic.”

If one who could see the future intended to kill the Grand Master, it would be difficult without certainty.

“Are you certain that if I participate, Yuraha will make his move?”
“He will. The next High Priest must have seen a future where you die in that war. Even if the timing has accelerated, he’ll proceed with the plan while accepting that level of risk.”
“You’re quite confident.”
“I would be, if I were him.”

Knowing the future was tantamount to knowing the outcome. Even if the timing of the war changed, if Reytan deployed, Yuraha would make his move.
Because he had confidence in success.

“Anyway, act as though you’re participating in the war, then escape on your own.”
“Escape?”
“If you don’t like that, then die. Convincing you isn’t my job. The choice is yours.”

Reytan let out a dry laugh at Belesa’s words. She had told him the place and the culprit of his death; surviving and returning was his own responsibility.
‘I need to devise a plan.’
Yuraha.
I didn’t know why the next High Priest wanted to kill me, but I wasn’t the type to simply accept such a fate.
Rather, I was the kind to set traps in advance along the predicted path of whoever tried to capture me.
My mind raced with sharp clarity.
‘I need to capture the next High Priest.’
My escape from the battlefield wasn’t a solution.
I had even drawn in the princess of the Edencia Kingdom. Was he a young hothead who grew arrogant with foresight? Or did he have that much confidence?
‘Either way, I can’t guarantee there won’t be a second attempt.’
I had to make sure he never even thought of touching me again. Not long after, a good method came to mind.
Reytan handed Windis to Demian Knox, who had come with him.

“You want me to keep Windis with me?”
“Yes.”

Erdis, the Holy Sword of Earth at Demian’s waist, trembled with caution. Sensing something amiss, Demian pressed Reytan for conditions.

“I need to know the real reason. Reytan.”
“When the time comes, I’ll trigger a rampage artificially.”

Demian’s brow furrowed. He had grasped why Reytan was asking this of him.
A Holy Sword that goes unused for extended periods will rampage.
Triggering an artificial rampage at the right moment meant that Windis currently had accumulated power that couldn’t be released.
Entrusting Windis to Demian was about placing the blade beyond Reytan’s influence, creating an environment where rampage could occur at any moment.
Demian’s gaze shifted to Windis. The sword’s stillness resembled the calm before a storm.

“How much time until the rampage?”
“It will hold until Berry receives her medal.”
“When did you start preparing for this? It would take at least a year for that much power to accumulate.”
“I didn’t prepare. It’s coincidence.”
“Coincidence?”
“I became able to completely suppress Windis’s response to my emotional changes. And lately, I’ve had plenty of reasons to be angry.”
“What? How did you manage that?”
“It just worked.”

Demian was astounded by Reytan’s casual response.
A Holy Sword always resonates with its master’s emotions. This is because Holy Swords choose masters with high elemental affinity. The ability to suppress the power generated through resonance and accumulate it within the sword meant Reytan’s strength surpassed that of the blade itself.
‘An absurd genius.’
Demian was once again amazed by his friend’s abilities.
But separate from that, he still hadn’t heard Reytan’s true reason. Why Windis needed to rampage. Demian waited for Reytan’s answer with the exacting eyes of a meticulous investigator.
Demian’s gaze suggested he wouldn’t end his interrogation until he received an answer that made sense.
Reytan shrugged.

“Someone who sees the future says I’ll be killed.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Demian took Windis from Reytan’s hand.
At the grave of his closest friend Brown, Demian had made a vow. That Reytan and Berry would not suffer an unjust death like him.

“What do you need me to do?”

***

Reytan’s plan was as follows.
He couldn’t ignore the fact that Yuraha was someone who could see the future. So he would equip himself with a counterfeit Windis and head to the battlefield.
Demian would pursue Yuraha from behind and seize the opportune moment. Victor Stings, the merchant lord of the Blue Company, served as an informant tracking Yuraha’s movements.
The Blue Company, having grown into a major merchant house, possessed considerable intelligence networks. Victor’s informants had discovered that Yuraha often disguised himself as an ordinary man, and that Kane, the eldest grandson of Count Trabel, was frequently at his side.
The subsequent report contained an absurd account involving Berry and news that Yuraha would enter the Imperial Palace.

I think this is the best moment.
Agreed.

Reytan’s reply came back to Demian’s opinion. In those two brief characters received by urgent telegram, I could sense Reytan’s subtle fury. It was clearly because of the Knight.
‘Berry still has a long way to go before any betrothal.’
The other party would be Theon, not the Emperor, but that didn’t change Berry’s age. For the first time, Demian felt a sense of betrayal toward Theon. Well, that was something to settle later.
As a direct investigator under the Emperor’s command, Demian had free access to the Imperial Palace. When the medal ceremony ended, he donned a large cloak, concealed Windis within it, drank a potion to alter his appearance, and approached Yuraha.

“Transform into someone Yuraha would least suspect. When you inflict a fatal wound, he’ll use his holy power—.”
“Then that’s when you make contact with Windis.”
“Exactly.”

In truth, Demian had deliberated over whose form he should assume.
The problem was that he didn’t know who Yuraha would let his guard down around.
When in doubt, cuteness was always the best choice.
‘Berry is cute, after all.’
When investigating the matter concerning the Jewel of the Sun in Belodia, testimony from the Manager of the inn where Berry had stayed also influenced that decision.
A man with silver hair and a sacred appearance had been between Berry and Theon.
Based on the Manager’s question—”I saw that man and Miss Berry sitting together this morning too, Investigator. Is it a love triangle?”—it seemed Berry and Yuraha were acquainted.
Fortunately, Demian’s choice proved correct, and he succeeded in driving Yuraha into the trap according to Reytan’s plan.

***

Whiiiiiish—.
Within the vortex of space.
“Ugh… hck.”
Yuraha struggled to keep pace with the rate at which his divine power drained away, dropping to one knee as he desperately tried to pry Windis from his grasp.
He didn’t even turn his head toward Demian.
‘I need to escape while I have the chance.’
Demian slowly backed away and stepped into the vortex.
A sandstorm enveloped his body—the power of Erdis, the Holy Sword of Earth. Demian safely slipped free from the vortex.
It was when a biting wind tousled his hair.
“Who are you?”
A cold, low voice rang out. The voice was both familiar and strange to Demian. A voice dripping with hostility. And wind that constricted his body.
“Theo—.”
The moment Demian called out his name, Theon’s blade sliced through the air toward him.
Clang clang clang clang—!
‘Ugh!’
Demian was shocked. Theon’s skill was formidable enough that even he, a Grand Master, had to parry without composure.
Erdis, the Holy Sword of Earth, trembled faintly—the blade’s way of telling Demian that the strike had hurt.
Under normal circumstances, Theon would have recognized the sword that clashed against his own. But the surroundings were dark, the vortex spawned by Windis’s rampage whipped fierce winds about them, and Theon was consumed by rage.
“What did you do to my master?”
“That’s—.”
Demian, suddenly cast as the culprit who had done something to Reytan, shook his head. But to Theon’s eyes, the sight was deeply repugnant. Someone other than Berry, wearing Berry’s form….
Grrr.
Theon’s jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. He adjusted his grip on his blade and glared at the bewildered Demian.
“I won’t show mercy a second time.”
Zing. Zing.
At those words, the Holy Sword of Earth in Demian’s hand trembled as if alerting him to the critical danger.

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