Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 209 - Taming Discrepancy - 2

The Goldcrests still maintained enough power in Yano to be above accusations without substantial proof. The director couldnʼt act openly against them; it would just hasten Yinoʼs invasion and unleash a conflict for which Yano wasnʼt prepared.

The cityʼs best hope remained waiting for the Kingʼs return, while noble families continued their secret conversations, seeking a solution that wouldnʼt trigger open warfare.

But from Kassianʼs doubts, Yino would also think they werenʼt prepared...

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Yinoʼs dark council had always been a place where shadows seemed to have a life of their own. The purplish light from abyssal crystals barely illuminated the faces of those present, creating an unsettling chiaroscuro effect that blurred expressions and concealed reactions.

The King occupied the central seat, his eyes reflecting the violet glow as he reread the encrypted message for the third time. His fingers traced the symbols with deliberate slowness, as if trying to extract meaning beyond the words themselves.

”Read it again,” he ordered, his voice resonating in the black obsidian chamber like distant thunder.

Lord Ravenspire cleared his throat and translated the code, his voice measured and precise.

”Urgent message from our ally in Yano,” he began. ”Request for confirmation on operative Haroldʼs status. He hasnʼt reported according to established protocols. Suspects fatal compromise during release incident. Preliminary information suggests ancestral seed opening and agentʼs death. Third ring possibly in Yanoʼs hands. Increased surveillance prevented quick and detailed communication. Requests instructions.”

The silence that followed was dense, charged with implications no one dared to express openly. The council members exchanged glances, each gauging the othersʼ reactions without betraying their own thoughts.

”So Harold has failed,” the King finally broke the silence. ”Just when we were so close.”

”We canʼt be certain,” Lord Venmont cautiously intervened, shifting in his seat. ”He could still be hiding, seeking a safe route for the ring to...”

”If he had the ring, he would have found a way to notify us... Harold was trained to prioritize the mission over his own safety. Such prolonged silence can only mean one thing.”

The King raised a hand, stopping the debate. ”If the ring is in Yanoʼs hands, we must reconsider our strategy.”

He rose and began circling the table, the shadows at his feet seeming to follow his movements like extensions of his will.

”The irony,” he commented bitterly, ”just when we thought the triples would leave us prepared for open conflict, this happens...”

”But Yano remains vulnerable,” Lord Bloodwyn pointed out. ”Without their King, their army lacks unified direction. The noble families are divided. With the Goldcrests on our side...”

”We would have a significant advantage, yes,” the King interrupted. ”But not decisively enough. The Goldcrests would betray us.”

Young Selthia, seated silently until that moment, leaned forward, her pale face eager in the dim light.

”Arenʼt the triples enough even then?” she asked, her childlike voice contrasting with the gravity of the topic.

The King returned to his seat, interlacing his fingers while considering the options, the gemstone in his ring catching and fracturing the purple light.

”The problem is that the Goldcrestsʼ situation would be precarious,” he observed. ”If they openly declare in our favor before we attack first, theyʼll be almost completely eliminated... It would be very useful to us, but theyʼll never accept that.”

”Theyʼll only summon the courage when we attack Yano,” Lord Ravenspire added. ”As opportunistic traitors, not as declared allies.”

”Thatʼs right,” the King nodded. ”The ideal battle for them is one that allows the Goldcrests to attack from behind when weʼre winning from the front.”

A messenger entered silently, delivering a new sealed scroll to Lord Ravenspire. The noble read it quickly, his expression subtly changing, the muscles around his eyes tightening.

”More information from Kassian,” he announced. ”He has investigated with his infiltrators at the academy. Apparently, the ancestral seed was indeed opened a little ahead of time. There are rumors about the artifact being lost, though details are confusing. Surveillance has intensified significantly, making communication with his informants difficult.”

”So the ring is lost?” the King asked directly, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

”Thereʼs no confirmation about its location,” Lord Ravenspire responded. ”But Kassian suspects itʼs a trap and itʼs really in the hands of Yanoʼs authorities already.”

”However... At least Yanoʼs King hasnʼt yet returned with the last ring,” Ravenspire continued. ”They wonʼt be able to open the main artery without all three of them.”

The King remained silent for a long moment, his mind calculating scenarios and possibilities.

”Our plans must adapt,” he finally declared. ”If weʼve lost the opportunity to take the ring from them, we must compensate for that loss with other advantages.”

”Will we finally use the triples?” Selthia asked again, her voice barely containing her excitement, her small hands clenching in anticipation.

”And more,” the King nodded. ”Lord Bloodwyn, intensify attempts to acquire ground element abyssal beasts. Lord Venmont, prepare our defenses for a possible counterattack. If Yano has all 3 rings and opens its artery, theyʼll eventually try to use whatever they have found.”

He turned to Lord Ravenspire. ”Respond to Kassian. Tell him I understand the situation and that heʼll receive help soon. A new advantage that will help him discover what really happened.”

”What kind of advantage, my lord?” Lord Ravenspire asked, his quill poised over fresh parchment.

The King smiled, a gesture rarely seen on his severe face, transforming it into something even more unsettling. ”Something our enemies cannot anticipate. Something that will change the rules of the game before the king returns to play.”

He looked toward Selthia, who straightened with sudden understanding, her eyes widening.

”A triple tamer,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, a flush of excitement coloring her pale cheeks.

”Not one,” the King responded, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that somehow filled the entire chamber.

He turned to Lord Bloodwyn. ”Is the special project ready?”

”The third subject has completed integration,” Bloodwyn confirmed. ”Tests show exceptional results.”

”Then prepare the remaining two for deployment,” the King ordered.

The King rose, concluding the meeting. As the lords withdrew, he stopped Lord Ravenspire with a gesture.

”In your message to Kassian,” he added in a low voice, ”remind him that tolerance for failure is limited. He has lost Harold, he cannot afford to lose these new resources.”

”It will be communicated clearly, my lord,” Lord Ravenspire nodded gravely.

When the chamber was empty except for the King and his children, the crown prince allowed himself to express his concern.

”Are you sure about sending the special project so soon? It hasnʼt been fully tested in all conditions.”

”Necessity dictates our actions now,” the King responded, the shadows around him deepening. ”Harold was valuable, but replaceable. The ring is not.”

”And if itʼs already too late?” the prince asked. ”If Yano has already opened the white chamber with the rings?”

”Then,” the King smiled again, and this time the gesture was charged with cold determination, ”we will have to tear that knowledge from them before they manage to understand it.”

The shadows in the chamber seemed to pulse in response, as if even the darkness of Yino shared its rulerʼs resolution.