Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 330

Klein pulled away and stepped back from the door, looking at his brother through the slot with contempt and pity.

"Always inventing conspiracies and absurd plans is what damaged your brain and put you in there, to do what you did to me."

Kassian observed his younger brother in silence for several seconds. His eyes, once so similar to Klein's, now seemed somehow different, colder, with that strange purple undertone that hadn't been there before. Finally, he let out a sigh of resignation.

"There's no way to win against an idiot," he murmured, returning to the center of his cell. "When everything explodes, remember that I tried to warn you and keep you safe."

"Your warnings matter to me as much as the plains matter to a dragon," Klein spat, beginning to move away. The distant sound of approaching footsteps hastened his decision even more. The steady rhythm of boots against stone signaled the return of the guards. "Enjoy your confinement, brother."

Kassian didn't respond, simply closing his eyes and resuming his meditation posture. His fingers began to move again in those strange patterns, weaving invisible threads of purple energy.

Klein didn't stay, unwilling to be drawn back into his brother's web of manipulations.

As he snuck back to his room, he felt a contradictory blend of emotions. The satisfaction of having denied help to the one who had betrayed him intermingled with a growing uneasiness at Kassian's words.

What if there really was something bigger at stake? What if his brother, despite his questionable methods, was trying to prepare him for something inevitable as he claimed? Thy thought sent a chill down his spine.

He shook his head, expelling those doubts from his mind. Kassian had always been manipulative, he had realized that already... This appeared to be no different.

"No more," he murmured to himself as he silently closed the door of his room. "This time, I'll play by my own rules."

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The wave of power that emanated from the confrontation between Kharzan and the academy leaders had spread like an invisible storm, penetrating walls and barriers, touching to a greater or lesser extent all the inhabitants of the enclosure.

Most students only experienced a momentary sensation of heaviness, an inexplicable shiver, or restless sleep.

But for some, the experience was much more profound or disturbing. Those with greater sensitivity to mana fluctuations found themselves suddenly alert.

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Han was alone in a corner of the back courtyard, seated on a stone bench partially hidden by shrubs. Between his hands he held an unrolled scroll, its content covered with symbols impossible to decipher for untrained eyes.

It was his report, the fourth he had attempted to write this week. And like the previous ones, it remained incomplete, vague, full of irrelevant information disguised as valuable intelligence.

The warning letter he had received that morning weighed in his pocket like a stone:

"The quality of your reports has diminished considerably. Precise and relevant information is required immediately. Remember that your sister's well-being depends directly on your performance. Don't force us to take unpleasant measures."

Han closed his eyes, the internal conflict tearing him apart once more. Each passing day, the decision between faithfully serving Yino or protecting lives in Yano became more unbearable.