Chapter 142
Chapter 142
Ilay tapped the tips of his thumbs together, his fingers interlocked. He was processing my words at high speed, his pupils flickering as if reflecting the rapid pace of his thoughts.
"I finally understand the strange relationship between you and Kinuan. His true identity is unexpected. I never imagined you were entangled in something this complicated. So that’s why you’ve been acting so strangely all this time."
I didn’t need to explain every detail. Ilay was sharp enough to grasp the bigger picture just from context.
"I’m already disqualified as an Overseer. The next time we meet, Kinuan will try to kill me."
After organizing his thoughts for a while, Ilay finally spoke.
"...This situation is way too difficult. This isn’t like what happened with Lamones—it’s on a completely different level. I get why you didn’t tell me until now, but this isn’t something you can handle alone."
Ilay let out a deep breath he had been holding. I added more context to the situation.
"Hemillas is pretending to stage a rebellion in order to lure all the disloyal elements in the military and the Imperial Guard into one place. Then he’ll purge them and present their heads as tribute to the Imperial Family. That’s the only way to save the Custoria family and keep the Imperial Guard intact."
"Even if the Imperial Family accepts Hemillas’ tribute... Luka, you won’t survive this. You need to start preparing for exile now. Once the storm season ends, you won’t even have a chance to escape."
Ilay’s suggestion was a valid option.
Hemillas dies, and I go into exile. The Custoria family survives.