Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1248: Chapter 1248 - Taming the Old World - Significance

Consequently, Ren smoothly adjusted his vocal frequency, pivoting toward a highly pragmatic, deeply reassuring cadence.

”You do not need to worry about the probability of a hostile ambush here of all places anymore,” he assured her firmly. ”Despite the ominous visuals, this perimeter is currently one of the most heavily monitored sectors in the city. And the mutant hordes no longer utilize the chasm for frontal assaults as it gives them many disadvantages...”

Lutea locked eyes with him, and Ren noted that the dry technical exposition at the end effectively grounded her spiraling thoughts. It provided her mind with concrete data to process instead of drowning in the phantoms of her past.

”We strongly reinforced the subterranean bedrock on both parallel wall sides of the abyss,” he explained methodically. ”Specifically, the sectors cutting the underground shield forming the massive defensive bowl extending deep beneath the crust, it’s like a huge city size basin sloping downward toward the planetary core. Within that basin, we currently deploy dozens of elite Earth Tamers anchored at every single critical bottleneck including the wall down here, every choke point a hostile entity must navigate to breach the surface.”

He meticulously detailed the geometric slope of the underground bowl, mapping out exactly how the terrain descended in tiered levels toward the center. He elaborated on how every single tier functioned as a highly defensible kill zone, and how any invading force would have to ruthlessly carve their way through dozens of entrenched Vanguard positions before even grazing this altitude.

”It is exponentially easier for the corruption to launch a siege from the outer perimeter rings to the ground level wall rather than this inner fault line,” he concluded. ”And even if they theoretically executed a vertical assault up these walls I’d feel it, or people would tell me about the disturbance long before they breached the upper crust. This place, resting dead center next to the bridge, is the absolute last sector an invasion force would reach before being completely intercepted. And you are safer standing right next to me than you are locked inside your royal bedroom if they ever breach us.”

Lutea, gradually processing the information, finally ceased her trembling.

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As Ren steered the mount away from the precipice, he observed her rigid posture noticeably softening.

The debriefing had been executed flawlessly. Flooding her mind with concrete defensive schematics, raw numerical data, and structural blueprints had successfully pulled her out of the psychological sinkhole the abyss had triggered. He had not pressured her to vocalize the trauma, nor had he forced her to publicly confess her terror. He had simply handed her a pristine and sound reason to feel entirely secure, without ever demanding a spoken acknowledgement in return.

And with that critical crisis averted, the impromptu educational tour possessed one final, crucial destination.

Now, he was finally transporting her directly to his most expensive acquired estate in the city center.

He was going to introduce her to his parents...

Under standard times, this was a maneuver Ren would absolutely never execute. Reed and Fern were two remarkably kind, hardworking cooks who did not deserve to suffer aristocratic insults inside their own home.

Lutea, armed with her seemingly highly toxic disdain for the working class, was the exact caliber of threat Ren would shield his family from at any cost.

But today’s variables were different.

Ren held the ultimate trump card; he possessed the capacity to physically silence her the exact microsecond she stepped out of line, keeping her muzzle fully prepped for immediate deployment.

Furthermore, he hypothesized that following the psychological gauntlet she had just endured, processing the terrifying altitude of the spire, witnessing the sheer density of the central populace, and confronting her paralyzing dread at the edge of the world, the Queen would very likely actually regulate her own behavior. Something rigid within her core programming had finally begun to shift.

Additionally, he had an extra maneuver prepared for the occasion.

Ren angled the rented beast of burden toward the affluent central district where his parents now resided for the reverse-evacuation. With the sovereign matriarch of Yano riding silently behind him, vastly more subdued than she had been all day, Ren meticulously reviewed the overarching situation dictating exactly how this entire chaotic operation was going to conclude.

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Ren currently owned several estates throughout the capital.

His largest and most fortified compound was situated within the former Goldcrest territory, completely rebranded as the primary Patinder stronghold. However, the estate they were currently approaching possessed the highest value purely due to its geographic coordinates: it rested incredibly close to the central district, nestled just beneath the shadow of the royal castle.

But following the mandatory military directive to consolidate the populace within the newly fortified inner perimeter, the massive property was packed to the absolute bursting point. The sprawling outer courtyards had organically transformed into a dense refugee camp. Displaced families huddled beneath improvised canvas awnings, children darted frantically between the pitched tents, and the heavy, constant murmur of hundreds of civilians surviving in suffocating proximity hung thick in the air.

Yet, deep within the walls of the central mansion, the private quarters reserved for his parents and Ren remained strictly, flawlessly respected.

As Ren approached the estate’s main gates, the dense crowd instinctively parted to create a clear path. Once inside the perimeter, the situation intensified, or vastly improved, depending entirely on the perspective.

He was the owner of the place, and the fortunate civilians who had secured a coveted spot inside expressed their gratitude with an almost overwhelming, deeply embarrassing intensity, constantly bowing their heads and murmuring fervent blessings as he passed.

His usual, trusted staff was also present, coordinating logistics alongside the inner circle of elites who were not actively deployed on the defensive walls during this shift.

Lutea, still hoisted securely on top of the beast, observed the chaotic scene in profound silence. It was yet another layer of a breathing, desperate world she had never comprehended until today.

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Upon reaching the inner courtyard, Ren finally deposited his borrowed beast of burden with a stablehand and carried Lutea again. She seemed entirely lost in her own turbulent calculations and hadn’t registered a single word he had said over the past ten minutes.

When he hoisted her back up, she offered absolutely zero resistance and remained entirely silent.

When Ren finally breached the innermost sanctum, entering the highly secured private zone designated exclusively for his parents, he immediately encountered the surprise he had covertly requested from Larissa.

A banquet... Already fully prepared.

And it wasn’t merely his parents waiting for him. Larissa, Luna, and Liora were already present, flanked by their maids and a select few elite guards. Selphira, representing Liora’s family, sat near the head of the table radiating her usual composure. Sirius and Lykea were seated nearby, firmly anchoring Luna’s faction. Julius and Victor stood near the hearth, representing Larissa’s royal bloodline. Arturo was the sole family member noticeably absent; he had unfortunately drawn the short straw, forced to remain at the command center coordinating the logistics and maintaining the defensive grid while the rest of the elite echelon permitted themselves a single evening of rest.

It was, Ren calculated as the variables clicked into place, functionally equivalent to a massive, highly irregular family reunion.

The three girls had clearly absorbed his whispered instructions, coordinating flawlessly with Larissa. The unspoken agreement, forged in that brief intersection of glances back in the throne room, was not solely about proving Ren’s undeniable value.

The overarching objective was to aggressively consolidate their families, to establish absolute clarity regarding their interconnected futures before they marched into a hard battle.

And Ren had successfully secured the final, missing variable he still hoped to integrate: Lutea.