Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

“We have confirmed the identities of three out of the four unidentified individuals from the request you made four years ago pertaining to the identity confirmation of five individuals. The attached materials below will show……” (omitted) “That is all.”

– Nox

“How ironic…”

Logan cradled his head, thinking that lately, there had been too many reasons for him to sigh.

In the asymmetric power struggle between the Empire and Grandia, the most significant factor was the number of superhumans. The imbalance was further exacerbated by the five unaffiliated superhumans, and Victor, the royal assassin and aristocratic killer, who had plunged Grandia into utter despair in the past. Victor had since joined his ranks, and the Artifact Master, Kraune, the Mage of Massacre, had died. Although he had obtained their research results, this didn’t mean he could ignore the other superhumans. If left unchecked, they would emerge as mercenaries for the Empire and invade the kingdom in five years’ time.

‘Especially that scamp, Ban Johnny. He must be killed,’ Logan thought, as he crumpled Nox’s letter and tore at his hair.

The unaffiliated superhumans were mostly those who had just become superhumans during the war of the Empire. They had been belatedly contacted by the Imperial family to become mercenaries.

‘The probability that they’re no longer superhumans is quite high now. If I’m going to deal with them, now is the perfect time.’

Sooner was better than later. He wished to handle the matter immediately, but…

‘There’s no time…’

Boom!

“Logan, about the envoy to the Empire. Are you really going with just a few men? Even so, there is such a thing as the dignity of the family…”

Entering the room without knocking, his father’s words reminded Logan of the approaching date when he should depart for the Imperial Capital. It was a tight schedule, just to check on the various matters he had set up in his land.

‘Well, there’s no need for me to handle it personally. The names, appearances, and those to be recruited or killed. That much distinction should suffice…’

“Why, why are you looking at me like that? I just wanted to suggest for the procession, in the interest of the family’s dignity…”

“Father. There is a favor I would like to ask of you.”

“Hmm?”

“There are matters that need to be dealt with discreetly, and either you or I must handle them ourselves.”

“At this moment?”

“Yes. It is imperative.”

“Haa… What’s the matter now? Tell me.”

With a heavy voice and serious eyes, Padric sat down, abandoning his original request to listen to his son’s story.

“I have scouted some talents. Under normal circumstances, I would need to visit and recruit them myself, but given the situation, I would ask you to go in my stead.”

“Me?”

“Yes. They are individuals with exceptional talent. It seems appropriate that if I cannot go, you should be the one to go.”

“That doesn’t sound difficult. But why do you make it sound so grave?”

“If they refuse the offer to join, you will have to kill them.”

“What?!”

Padric’s expression changed drastically.

“So, you mean there are talented individuals out there, and you’re saying that if they don’t accept an invitation, I should kill them? Me, a count of a nation?”

“Yes. That’s why we can’t entrust this to anyone else. It’s better if either you or I do it. The fewer people who know, the better.”

Padric sighed softly, hearing his son talk about such a grim matter with a calm voice.

“What’s the reason for doing this?”

“At this point, if we don’t bring them in, there’s a high chance they will become part of the Empire’s forces later on.”

“Just for that reason…”

“They are talents whom I am confident will all become superhumans.”

At that, Padric closed his mouth. His son believed that the Empire would wage a war of invasion and if that prediction came true, such drastic measures would be understandable.

However…

“Not all geniuses end up becoming superhumans. There was a time when I too… Hm. Hmm. Well, it seems like an overly ambitious thought.”

“Do you doubt that Ronian or Victor will become superhumans? And what about Eileen?”

With those words, Padric was at a loss for words again. Talents whose overwhelming abilities went unparalleled, akin to geniuses who were likened only to each other within the Knight Orders, geniuses who had already become senior knights before becoming adults. The thought of them not becoming superhumans in the future hardly crossed anyone’s mind.

Of course, before that…

‘Should I consider not mentioning it as modesty, I wonder.’

Before him stood a genius who had far surpassed him at the tender age of twenty-three, a prodigy among prodigies whom anyone would believe if one said he had become a superhuman.

After organizing his thoughts, Padric sighed and replied.

“Are these individuals as genius as those children that you’ve mentioned?”

“Of course there’s a difference, but they are definitely going to be superhumans.”

Logan was confident because he was on his second life and knew the story that would unfold, but Padric could only wonder in confusion.

‘If they had that much talent, it’d be strange that they’re unaffiliated so far. And how would this child know about it?’

Nonetheless, despite such doubts, the impressive achievements shown by his son over the past few years caused him concern. His son, who seemed like a careless strategist, didn’t seem to fit the description of a genius, had nonetheless succeeded in many endeavors.

His skepticism about the whole context was not a matter of a day or two. However, he had no intention of delving into it.

‘…Someday, he’ll tell me.’

Everything his son had done thus far was undoubtedly for the family.

Understanding this, Padric nodded.

“Alright. We’ll do as you say.”

“Thank you, Father.”

Another plan to prepare for the future seemed to be progressing without trouble.

* * *

The following day.

“Th-there’s someone coming over there…”

“What are you so startled about? A visitor, apparently.”

“But, he seems far away, yet why does he look so big?”

“What? Oh, no…”

The soldiers guarding the eastern gate of McLean Town saw a gigantic shadow approaching from the east. As the shadow grew closer, one soldier recognized its identity and let out a scream.

“Luther Kyle!”

“It’s a superhuman!”

The monstrous superhuman who had confronted them in the civil war half a year ago was remembered for his daunting presence. Those who remembered the intimidation of his solitary approach hit the alarm bell despite themselves.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The urgent ringing of bells reached Logan, who was planning at the residence, prompting him to rush to the eastern gate.