Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3692

Chapter 3692: Borrowed Knife (Part 1)

The envy, in turn, fueled Orpal’s wrath and allowed him to keep training even when his body screamed in pain and his mind was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Between you and me, are you sure that little boy is Thrud’s son?” Jorl asked.

“Jorl, I’m one of the few people on Mogar still alive who met that little bastard in person.” Orpal snarled. “I saw the so-called Valeron in his crib, in his mother’s and father’s arms. I’ve dreamed countless times of killing that little bastard to repay his parents for what they did to me.

“So yes, I’m sure. At first, I couldn’t believe it myself. The color of the hair and the eyes was different, but I knew the little bastard looked familiar. When I read that his name was Valeron and his age matched the Whore Queen’s son’s, I recognized him.

“I wasn’t 100% sure back when I spread the news among those idiots of Garlen’s Council, but I was sure enough. I was sure that those idiots would let their anger and thirst for revenge take over and ignore the doubts even I had.

“That once they attack Leech, he would never let them close to the little bastard. When the moment comes, nothing those idiots can say will sway Leech’s mind. Either Leech will kill them and destroy his relationship with the Council, or they will kill Leech and remove him from my path.”

“Either way, you win.” Jorl nodded. “A perfect plan.”

“Thank you.” Orpal cackled, straightening the silk bathrobe that still bore Thrud’s initials. “Compliments sound best when they come from those who despise you. That said, after studying carefully a lot of close-ups, I’m certain beyond doubt that Thrud’s Valeron the Second and Leech’s Valeron the Second are one and the same.

“My brother is more forgiving than I thought for adopting the son of his enemy, and, with a bit of luck, he will soon be dead as well. I must say, killing with a borrowed knife brings back memories. I feel like a kid again.”

Much to the Dead King’s chagrin, Jorl asked no questions.

Orpal’s mind raced to the past nonetheless, thinking back to the final ploy of his old life. When he had sent his stupid, useless friend to teach Lith a lesson. The youths had given the little runt the beating of a lifetime just to lower their guard and let themselves be defeated by a five years old child.

His so-called friends hadn’t hesitated to rat Orpal out once they had been caught red-handed by their respective parents. It was because of them and Lith that Orpal had been disowned.

It was their fault that he had become a nameless orphan. It was thanks to them that he had met Night.

“Wait and see, Leech.” Orpal said, ignoring Jorl as he pointed out that talking to oneself was a telltale sign of madness. “This time I haven’t thrown a bunch of stupid kids at you, but a bunch of stupid yet powerful Awakened.

“This time, no parent in shining armor will come to your rescue. This time, even if they rat me out, I’ll suffer no consequence. However this ends, this is my victory.”

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Garlen continent, Distar Marquisate, in the middle of nowhere

“The boy? What do you want from Valeron?” Lith’s answer was to move the baby to the crook of his left arm while Ragnarök roared its challenge from his right hand.