Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

When the estranged father and son reunited, they had much to say to each other. After guiding Burdell to the place where he would stay, they immediately turned to face each other with the same question in their eyes.

“What on earth happened?”

“What’s the situation? What about Cancun and Banjoni?”

“…”

“…”

As the similarly colored red eyes met, the slightly younger one smirked and nodded.

“Yes. Let me share my story first.”

Logan recounted everything without omission—the events in the Empire, his journey to becoming a superhuman, the rebellion suppression, and all that transpired with the king.

As Padric listened to the long tale, he alternated between amazement and somber understanding, nodding his head repeatedly.

“Given all that, your relationship with His Majesty seems to be beyond repair. What do you plan to do from here?”

“I intend to change the mood of the nation.”

“Mood?”

“Yes. I want to create a current that would make it difficult to oppose without also going against public sentiment.”

“Is that even possible… No, even if it is, wouldn’t it only be temporary? Aren’t you burdening Sword Master with too much…?”

Padric couldn’t shake off his concern, and even Logan breathed a small sigh of agreement.

Padric then shook his head disapprovingly and lamented.

“How terrifying power can be. To think the once known astute prince has changed so much in less than two years…”

“It hasn’t even been two years. It started before I left for the Empire… Ah…?”

While chuckling in agreement, Logan suddenly had a disturbing thought.

‘…Right, does it make sense to oppose a benefactor just a year after ascension?’

Doubts he hadn’t considered during the rushed moments of crisis now lingered uncomfortably.

Nurturing that uncertainty, Logan felt particularly annoyed by the man who was always by the king’s side.

‘Cleo, was it? He’s definitely suspicious. I should have him investigated, even if it means resorting to extreme measures.’

As he collected his thoughts, Padric, who witnessed the changing expression of his son, asked with concern.

“Is something bothering you?”

“Ah, no. By the way, why did you bring only Burdell back? I thought it would be easier to recruit Cancun since he is a mercenary—not to mention Banjoni.”

“Ha… That guy openly provoked me.”

The short sigh from his father carried a myriad of emotions.

“He said he had no intention of being hired by some unknown countryside kingdom, as he was meant to become a significant figure in the Empire. If truly needed, he would consider temporary employment for a month…”

“You should have hired him for that month and tried to persuade him.”

Logan couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret.

Cancun was arguably the individual who later unified numerous mercenary guilds in the Empire and was known as the Mercenary King.

Of course, this happened many years after the Empire’s war, but Cancun was indeed a talent of such caliber.

And then…

“He demanded one million gold for a month.”

Logan’s expression turned sour at the thought.

One million gold—that was the jokingly high price used as a bargaining chip to recruit a 5th circle mage.

To think a superhuman was demanding that for a month’s service?

“…He was insane. Ah, so that was the provocation.”

“That’s right. His character wasn’t mentioned in any reports. It suited my needs when he caused his own downfall.”

It was either employ or die.

Padric smiled, thinking how he never expected to so easily fulfill the conditions his son had pleaded with him to maintain.

“After reaching the top tier, his arrogance took over. The greenhorn…”

Padric recalled the relatively new top-tier mercenary who aggressively pursued him, even in their thirties.

He completely understood what his son meant as he watched the man evolve moment by moment during their combat. Ultimately, the mercenary was killed by a noble of the kingdom—a village king—and injured by a peasant.

“Thanks to escaping that city, we were immediately pursued by Cancun’s mercenary gang. Without Burdell’s help, we wouldn’t have made it back.”

Only then did Logan understand the scars on his father’s face.

“You’ve been through a lot…”

“I’m not done yet.”

“Excuse me?”

“The man you mentioned, Banjoni, was even worse. The boss of the unified crime syndicate Evil One in Rugalheim. Ha… I still can’t believe it. A criminal boss superhuman.”

“Superhuman?!”

“Yes. Banjoni was already a superhuman. It would’ve been my end if he realized my intentions.”

Padric clenched his teeth with a stern expression.

“Heh…”

Logan let out a sardonic laugh followed by a quiet sigh.

He had considered that possibility.

The Empire’s war was only four years away.

It was more likely that Banjoni had already become a superhuman rather than unexpectedly gaining the power later on.

‘But if that were the case, given Banjoni’s nature, he would have already laundered his identity…’

Padric immediately resolved the lingering question in Logan’s mind.

“At first, he actively sought a position in the open, claiming he was looking for a way out.”

“That Banjoni?”

“Yes. His tune changed when he realized I was noble from a kingdom and not an empire.”

“Hmm.”

“Anyway, when I requested his help to deal with Cancun’s mercenary gang in pursuit, he seemed thrilled about the large funds. It left me broke, but…”

“At least you were fortunate then.”

“Yes. Their presence gave me an excuse to escape the monster. The little monster that is.”

Logan nodded, remembering Banjoni’s details.

Not a dwarf, but still very short of stature, his huge mole dominating half his face, and those shimmering grey eyes.

That was the emblematic appearance of Banjoni, also known as Evil Sword, a superhuman who later became infamous.

His supposed complexes about his appearance drove his relentless pursuit of skill—a superhuman who could’ve been hailed as a triumph over tough circumstances but instead vented his twisted desires on the vulnerable, committing countless atrocities.

In five years, or rather four, he would join the Empire’s war as a superhuman mercenary.

‘He must be stopped immediately.’

His father had done his best and even faced unexpected life-threatening events.

Bringing that up again would only seem like criticizing his efforts.

“I’m ashamed. If only I had more skill…”