Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 119

The Director was about to respond when a sharp knock interrupted their conversation. Without waiting for an answer, Prince Julius strode into the office, his presence immediately commanding attention.

"Ah, I was beginning to worry," Ignatius straightened in his chair. "How was the investigation?"

"I found him… Unfortunately, I couldn't take down the mercenary." Julius shook his head as he leaned against the Director's desk, exhaustion evident in every line of his body. The recent pursuit had clearly taken its toll.

"I had the complete advantage in power, but when it came to escaping, he proved extraordinarily skilled... I tried following him through the abyss, but there were too many creatures. I ended up wasting energy without achieving anything from there."

With a gesture that spoke of pure frustration, the prince hurled a blood-stained backpack onto the desk. The impact resonated through the office with a dull thud, the considerable weight of its contents making the solid wood creak.

"At least I managed to wound him significantly," he continued, his eyes gleaming with the memory of combat. Golden light flickered across his irises as his Qilin stirred beneath his skin.

"He might not survive. I tore off another arm and a leg during our confrontation."

The prince straightened. "But using the abyssal power from the start was barely enough for him to escape. He invoked the abyssal vein again, they undoubtedly can control it. The small surge of abyssals attacked me while ignoring him..." His fingers clenched into fists. "He replaced his lost leg and hand with scorpion appendages almost instantly and ran."

"The mutation capacity of abyssal beasts..." the Director began to mutter, but Julius cut him off with a sharp gesture.

"This wasn't a simple mutation." The prince's voice carried an edge. "It was as if the beast was part of him at a deeper level. The way he manipulated those appendages... too natural, too controlled."

"And the normal beast, the hippogriff?" the Director asked.

"I destroyed its form," Julius responded, bitter satisfaction coloring his voice. "My wolverine followed the mercenary while I used the qilin. It was a relatively easy battle, but the beast fought to the end."

His expression darkened.

"By the time I had defeated it... the mercenary had already tricked my beast and escaped quite far. When I caught up, part of the griffin had already regenerated in his body, so he used its wings to move faster and reach the abyss."

The Director and his cousin listened intently to the story. The girl, especially, seemed fascinated by the pursuit's details, her eyes never leaving the prince as he spoke.

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"What's in the backpack?" his cousin finally asked, her gaze fixed on the bloodied object.

Julius pushed it, causing its contents to spill across the desk in a cascade. Dozens of cores rolled across the polished surface, some still stained with dark crimson, others emitting a faint, pulsing glow in the fading light.

"Why risk so much for this?" The Director picked up one of the cores. "Surely they could obtain many others more easily in their territory. Apart from generating random eggs in the controlled veins, cores are practically useless once the beast dies..."

"Maybe they're not so useless." The prince's voice dropped lower, heavy with implication.

"Maybe there's something we don't understand but they do. What if it's not the quantity that matters, but the specific type? If they've discovered how to hatch them, if they're from specific creatures that help them..." His eyes narrowed. "Like the one from the mercenary infiltrating us."

His words fell heavily in the room, each syllable weighted with unspoken threats. The Director observed the cores scattered across his desk with renewed concern while the prince cousin began collecting them, her movements precise and methodical.