Irene Decided to Die - Chapter 92
The hall was filled with people in confusion.
“Did he say Guy Ellengtro Demian?”
“That’s the royal family name! But aside from Lord Garan, were there any other direct members?”
An elderly noble added with a troubled expression to the young people’s conversation.
“Yes, there is. There was.”
“There was?”
“Yes, Lord Garan originally had an older brother. We thought he was dead, but it seems he’s alive.”
“If he has a brother, then why—”
The noble stopped speaking, realizing it was best not to continue.
‘If he has a brother, why is he not the king?’
As if anticipating this unfinished question, someone else spoke up.
“The elder brother had black hair. How could such a person ascend to the throne?”
“But isn’t the saintess also with black hair now?”
“That’s true.”
The confusion was understandable. At that moment, a belated announcement rang out once more.
“Presenting Lord Garan Ellengtro Demian!”
Originally, Garan should have arrived before the saintess. But since the saintess arrived early, the timing was disrupted.
Entering the hall belatedly, Garan spotted Irene and wore a troubled expression.
“I’m late.”
As he approached to apologize, he stopped at a certain distance.
“Guy.”
He hadn’t seen his face properly in a long time, but there was no mistaking him. They resembled each other too much.
In detail, Guy looked more like their mother, and Garan more like their father, but that wasn’t important right now.
“Garan.”
Guy also called out Garan’s name as he looked at him.
“W-What are you doing here?”
Garan’s voice trembled slightly with anger.
“Is there somewhere I shouldn’t be?”
“Yes, you shouldn’t be here.”
“Then where should I be?”
“The tower.”
Guy’s expression hardened at Garan’s words.
“No, that’s not where I belong. I’m not a criminal. Why should I be confined to the tower?”
“But—”
You have the ominous symbol.
Garan almost said it but stopped himself. Irene was right beside them, listening to their conversation.
“Let’s discuss this separately.”
“If I refuse?”
Guy spoke firmly.
“I will have to drag you by force.”
“How?”
“Do you think I can’t?”
Though aware the saintess was right next to him, Garan could no longer hold back. He manipulated the shadows to pull Guy away.
He intended to separate him and interrogate him rather than attacking outright. However, Guy did not budge easily.
“Please wait a moment.”
“Don’t keep me waiting long.”
As Irene stepped aside, shadows began to rise around Guy. They clashed with Garan’s power.
“How dare you!”
Grinding his teeth, Garan increased his power, but Guy remained unfazed.
‘He hasn’t been able to use his power for years!’
So how could he wield it so effectively now?
Even if the saintess had helped restore his strength, the ability to control it came from within.
This was why Garan hated Guy. Born with the ominous symbol, he should have been nothing but trash, yet he always outperformed Garan.
That Guy was born earlier and was the elder brother was irrelevant to Garan. He had to be the best.
Garan’s eyes grew increasingly cold. His mother’s last wish was for him not to kill Guy.
But now he felt he might have to break that promise.
“Garan, sir!”
Someone’s shout was heard, but Garan didn’t stop. The startled nobles moved to one side of the hall, and even the saintess stepped back a bit further.
Then, he noticed Burt watching from a distance. This whole situation must have been orchestrated by Burt. The saintess surely wouldn’t have known about Guy’s existence.
‘Just wait and see.’
Garan had no intention of letting this go smoothly.
Once again, Garan and Guy’s powers clashed.
‘More, just a bit more!’
Garan continued to gather his strength to overcome Guy.
But no matter how much power he poured in, Guy did not fall. Instead, he smiled, curling his lips upwards.
‘How dare you smile?’
As Garan, enraged, was about to advance further, all his power suddenly vanished as if it was snatched away.
“That actually worked?”
Irene stood there, looking bewildered.
“Saintess.”
“It seemed like things were getting too heated, so I stopped it. Shouldn’t we, as rational beings, resolve this through conversation?”
“She’s right.”
Burt agreed. The nobles, who had huddled on one side, also began to nod in agreement.
The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for Garan.
“Fine. Let’s have a conversation.”
“Alright.”
Garan looked at Guy with a murderous expression. He was irritated that Guy changed his mind just because the saintess spoke.
“I’ll observe, just in case.”
“Then I’ll join too.”
“Shall we call Sir Allen?”
“That wouldn’t be a bad idea.”
The number of people wanting to observe the conversation was growing. Garan, Guy, and the observers moved to another location.
“The banquet will continue.”
Garan said as he left, but he doubted the event would proceed smoothly under the circumstances.