Chapter 36: I just hope the assault goes well
With the sun covered by clouds, preventing its golden rays from illuminating the mountain, Jasper, after finishing reading the letter, called three of his most loyal knights. Three men in black armor trimmed with red entered the tent and knelt.
"Did you call us, young master?" said Iker with the utmost respect, without looking up.
"Yes, I need you to do something for me. You’re the ones I trust the most." Jasper walked calmly between them before adding, his expression twisted with hatred. "Take care of my dear younger brother. Here is the information on his whereabouts."
Iker looked up, took the document Jasper handed him, and read it, surprised by the accuracy of the information. His admiration for the fourth young master only grew.
"Young master, are you sure that the three of us are enough? Young master Kael is an S-rank talent. Plus, he has both a dantian and a magic circle." Iker pointed out, feeling that Kael was not as simple as the other young masters and young ladies made him out to be.
"You don’t have to worry. You’re both at Rank 8, Intermediate Level, while my younger brother is only at Rank 9, Beginning Level."
Jasper was certain that Kael had no chance of survival. He was also collaborating with one of his brothers to eliminate him. The odds of Kael surviving were practically nil, knowing that his group consisted solely of a completely inexperienced individual.
Finally, I’ll be rid of that miserable existence. And then I’ll go after your mother... Jasper’s eyes flashed viciously.
But that gleam hid more than just anger: resentment. Jasper clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles cracked.
For years, he had done everything right. He had trained, obeyed, and built up strength within the clan. Yet he was not recognized.
Instead, Kael only had to awaken a damn S-rank talent to get everyone’s attention. He still remembers very clearly the 97 lotuses, lit up and shining splendidly.