“……A slave market?”

Blake furrowed his brows.

Usually, he would not have cared about what Gerwer Duke was doing, but the words “slave market” bothered him.

It was because of his first encounter with Liche.

“Why there?”

“How should I know what’s in that human’s head? He says he’s not buying slaves but only looking around.”

If he’s not buying and only looking around the market, there must be a reason.

Perhaps, if the item he was looking for wasn’t there.

……A slave market.

“Is he looking for someone?”

“Now that it has been brought up, Blake.”

Duke Hibetzman crossed one arm. He naturally covered his mouth with his hand and spoke more secretly than when he had said that Gerwer Duke was going to the slave market.

“Someone heard Gerwer Duke mumbling about Letiom.”

At those words, Blake glanced at Duke Hibetzman.

He was surprised enough to jump up from his seat, but he could only react that much.

The eye that was watching Lordwick’s tent had widened more. It was only natural since two dukes were together.

Blake and Duke Hibetzman continued the conversation with calm faces, staring straight ahead.

Of course, the voice they spat out so that only each other could hear was gravely serious.

“Did he find any clues? There’s no way he would rummage through the market floor without any measures.”

“I think so too. To find Letiom, he would have to use his ability, but would the writer do that lifedraining act?”

The ability of the Gerwer Duke’s family was clear to the eye.

The brilliant golden eyes would see through the essence of things, exposing even the truth that everyone was deceived by.

That’s why the Gerwer Duke’s family had owned the most Letiom in history.

“It’s the optimal ability to find Letiom. He can recognize it just by looking.”

But that was an old story. Now, saying he’s looking for Letiom was like grasping at clouds.

The last record of Letiom was 107 years ago. Many had tried to find Letiom during the elapsed time but couldn’t.

“It’s a futile hope. They’ve gone extinct. They.”

Blake asserted. It sounded like resignation.

Duke Hibetzman was about to offer brief consolation when it happened.

Blake, who had been staring straight ahead, jumped up from his seat with fire in his eyes.

“What have you done!”

A sharp voice mixed with anger and various emotions echoed through the hunting ground.

Near the Gerwer family’s tent, Gerwer Duke was shouting at someone.

“Hey, Blake. That’s your son, isn’t it!”

Recognizing the other party, Duke Hibetzman also hastily got up.

Gerwer Duke had furiously grabbed Deon’s shoulder.

His blazing sunlike golden eyes were looking at Deon. Precisely, at Deon’s chest.

“What did you do! That damned energy!”

Gerwer Duke, who was calmly conversing with the nobles earlier, was nowhere to be found.

He was screaming at Deon like a madman.

“Did you find it? Did you find it? Answer me. Where did you find it? Was there a dirtier place than there!”

The surrounding people subtly backed away from Gerwer Duke.

‘What is it.’

Deon looked at Gerwer Duke with annoyed eyes.

The breath he was taking in front of him was dreadful.

“Speak!”

‘It’s noisy.’

Shall I shut him up?

Deon was about to snap his fingers.

“……Cough.”

Though nothing had been done yet, Gerwer Duke suddenly grabbed his throat with both hands and fell to his knees.

His face quickly turned red, and tears welled in his eyes.

He repeatedly gasped for breath, but the sound of breath going in and out wasn’t heard.

“Lord……wick…….”

With Gerwer Duke’s painful moans, the name of a family flowed out.

People’s eyes were all drawn to one place.

There was Blake, walking towards Deon.
Blake sent her son to Duke Hivetzman and then coldly asked Duke Gerwer, who was lying on the floor.

“What are you up to, Duke Gerwer?”

“Ugh, ugh.”

Duke Gerwer’s breath returned. Raising himself up quickly to gasp for air, he grabbed his chest again and bent over his upper body.

“Cough.”

He could breathe this time, but the amount was extremely scarce. With his wheezing breath, Gerwer raised his head.

Anger filled his red eyes as he looked down upon himself. Blake spoke in a low tone.

“I warned you three years ago. Do not approach my son.”

With his bloodshot, popped veins, Duke Gerwer twisted his lips as he looked at Blake.

“You didn’t …? So, it wasn’t Ludwig who did it.”

‘Ludwig did it?’

Blake narrowed her eyes at the name of her family mentioned by Duke Gerwer.

Duke Gerwer couldn’t hold back his laughter, bursting out despite his wheezing breath.

“Heh heh……. I’m sorry, Duke Ludwig. It seems I have some business with your son.”

“Business? You have to be alive to have that.”

Everyone watching thought that Duke Gerwer might die at this rate.

But who among those present could stop the capable Duke Ludwig?

Another Duke, Serdiya, was watching the situation, cackling as if entertained.

Was he the only one left?

It was when Duke Hivetzman stepped forward to stop Blake.

“Stop [dash].”

“What’s all this commotion?”

The emperor’s angry voice echoed through the hunting grounds.