The Drakemont Family was like a sinking ship, and everyone was desperately looking for a way to escape before it went under. As the family’s situation worsened, people began making deals behind each other’s backs, doing whatever they could to secure their own survival.Everyone wanted to walk away unscathed.Then Arthur somehow obtained the technique to summon a Dragon.A Dragon that would eventually destroy everyone.Thinking about it now, Quinn could not help but find the whole thing suspicious. How could a long-lost technique belonging to the Drakemont Family suddenly “return” at the exact moment the family was surrounded by enemies and desperately needed a way out?The timing was simply too convenient.In the end, everyone turned against the Drakemont Family.To be honest, even now, remembering that fact sometimes made Quinn twitch.’..if I want to build the family….I need to clear it of traitors..’Varyn remained silent for a while.When he finally spoke, killing intent was clear

“This is where the New Dawn are training.”It was the day after Quinn’s meeting with Varyn.During their conversation, Quinn had told Varyn about the Eyes of the Blood Dragon. After its previous user had fallen in battle, the artifact had disappeared. However, its power eventually became a bloodline inheritance that appeared among certain members of the Drakemont Family. Whenever its bearer died, the inheritance would pass to another suitable member of the family.In Quinn’s previous life, it had appeared in a farm boy who was caught in the middle of the war. After losing his family to the conflict, the boy had joined Arthur’s army out of anger and a desire for revenge.He had become a terrifying fighter.This time, Quinn had turned him into a bargaining chip.Quinn’s lips curled into a faint smile as he looked over the New Dawn. He could finally relax a little. With Varyn moving through the shadows and dealing with some of his enemies, Quinn would have more freedom to focus on his ow

“…Good. You are getting better at this. What changed? You were worse than two days ago…” Syrax said.The small Void Dragon sat on the table while Quinn remained cross-legged on the floor. Quinn raised one hand, and above his palm floated a dark, needle-like lance of energy nearly as long as a spear. The weapon rotated slowly in the air.The Flicker Lance.Quinn studied the dark weapon for a moment before speaking.“When I attacked Varyn, I realized that my will and determination are fueled by my aggression.”Syrax huffed.“…So you grow stronger the more you fight. You use fighting as a motivation? That’s a mindset of someone in survival mode…”Quinn did not answer. His attention remained on the Flicker Lance.He could sense the Void precisely because he could not sense it in the usual way. There was no energy flowing through it, yet he could still perceive the absence left behind by that lack of energy. It was difficult to explain, even to himself.The concept did not make much sense

“That gave me headaches,” Taurus muttered after Duke Jarred walked away. “Why don’t you just wave your sword in each other’s face and be done with it?”“We are certainly more civilized than that, are we not?” Quinn replied as he stepped forward to greet the next guest.Lord Corin approached.He was dressed in animal skin and wore enough jewelry to decorate several guests if it were divided among them. His eyes held a sharp glint as he looked at Quinn, and a faint smile appeared on his face.“It seems you are the heir after all, Lord Quinn.”Quinn spread his hand.“So it seems.”Lord Corin bowed politely.“I look forward to our future interactions with each other.”Quinn nodded.“So am I.”This time, Quinn was determined to keep the Orcs as allies.It would reduce the pressure on House Drakemont and give the Orcs room to develop. What the Drakemonts needed most was not simply more power. They needed time for the power they already possessed to grow.Quinn needed that time as well.That

They hurried away from the hall as quickly as they could. The moment they stepped outside, Quinn noticed something was wrong. The guards and attendants who had been stationed around the building were nowhere to be seen.The night was cold and dark, but it was the silence that bothered him most. There should have been voices, footsteps, guards moving through the grounds, or at least the ordinary sounds of a gathering still taking place inside.There was nothing.“Where are all the guards?” Taurus asked.He held a sword in each hand as he scanned the darkness around them, ready for anything that might come out of it.Freya shook her head. “I don’t know. Something horrible must have happened. We should have seen them. Do you notice the unnatural darkness and silence everywhere?”Quinn said nothing.His mind was already working through the possibilities. For the first time since leaving the hall, he found himself thinking that the inside might actually be safer than the outside.Where was