Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 – A Step Towards the Precipice

A road that ends with but a single step.

A task completed with a mere nod.

Or the final dot to complete a drawing.

Decisions that may seem easy to some.

But if the end of that road leads to a cliff.

If that single nod could change one’s life.

If that last dot ruins the whole picture.

Would the choice still be made so easily?

For Logan, his current dilemma was just that.

– To become the king. Or not.

A choice that is difficult precisely because it could easily be achieved.

A decision that affects not just his own life but also the fate of his family.

But worrying over it only troubled his heart without yielding any conclusions, so Logan finally stepped out alone into the night.

Amidst the absolute silence of the streets under the martial law he enacted, he wandered all night long.

Thinking and thinking, he did not even notice when the bright morning sun had moved overhead.

Red hair, red eyes, the young man’s striking appearance attracted glances as he walked alone through the streets of the capital.

“Somehow…”

While some onlookers tilted their heads recognizing his distinctive features, the young man seemed lost in thought, oblivious to his surroundings.

Even without any escorts, those who wondered at the sight of the wandering young man passed by indifferently.

Until someone recognized him and knelt on the spot, screaming.

“Lo, Logan Maclaine, sir! Ho-how can you be here…?!”

The nobleman in fancy attire knelt without hesitation, catching the engrossed young man’s attention and causing a significant stir in the area.

“Lo, Logan Maclaine?”

“The Maclaine?”

“Ugh!”

A scream slipped out from someone who hastily covered their mouth.

Those nearby trembled and prostrated themselves, while others watched from a distance, whispering among themselves.

“The man who killed the king…?!”

“The one who annihilated the Eliane Viscounts without sparing a single family member…?”

“They say looking into his eyes spells certain death…”

Oblivious to the whispering crowd around him, Logan became the center of increasing unrest, which drew the attention of those sensing an ominous aura from afar.

“There, there!”

“Lo, Logan Maclaine…”

“Terrifying!”

Fear had struck the people despite nothing happening. But the name of the protagonist, who had recently seized the capital and the kingdom in a whirlwind of bloodshed, held that much power.

The man who killed the king.

The death toll after his entrance into the royal palace reached nearly a thousand.

The massacre included the households of the rebellious noble families.

With a wry smile and a sigh, Logan’s presence increased the chaos in the streets as knights flocked to him.

“Lord Logan!”

“Sir!”

“Make way!”

Thud, thud, thud.

The sound of hooves hastened as knights dismounted and prostrated themselves before the young man.

“Your Highness, why have you come out alone? Please tell us.”

“…I was concerned about this.”

“What?”

“Nevermind, it’s time to go back.”

“Understood. Let’s escort you!”

“No need. I will walk.”

In a flash, before they could react further, the figure of the young man vanished.

Among the knights, there was none who could catch which direction he disappeared into.

Some time later, atop the highest roof in the capital, Logan looked down at the insurgent streets, his expression heavy with bitterness.

“This isn’t what I wished for…”

He murmured to himself, and as if a gust of wind consoled him, it swept past, but his melancholic gaze did not change for a long while.

* * *

[…There’s quite a crowd gathering, but it’s still under control. That is all.]

The era of the Maclaine had arrived.

That news spread throughout the kingdom, drawing crowds to the towns like madness. Dwayne briefly summarized the situation and reported back.

“Good work, Dwayne. Father’s gone, but please hang in there a little longer.”

[Of course. Especially since we’ve just overcome a great hurdle. Sir, everyone in the territory is cheering for you. Even though you’re tired, stay strong!]

The bearded administrator’s smile momentarily eased Logan’s bitter heart.

Perhaps that’s why.

“Dwayne, what do you think about me becoming king?”

Logan found himself asking a sensitive question.

[What? Umm… Why do you ask me that…?]

Not surprisingly, Dwayne appeared flustered.

“It’s nothing. Disregard what I said.”

Trying to hide his souring mood, Logan waved the thought away.

[…Does that have to do with your stern look, by any chance?]

Dwayne squinted at him, prompting Logan to smirk wryly.

“…It’s just that I am feeling rather complicated about a variety of things.”