Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 508

When she saw the sharp sword, May’s heart beat faster.

It was the Blade of Justice.

The very same which represented Sol’s law. The sword had the power to put anyone on trial.

Only one person had the power to wield this sword.

It was James.

Even though James had resigned, the sword was still his.

“Wh-what is this?” Thea looked at the sword in May’s hand, unable to stop herself from asking.

“N-nothing.” May shook her head, quickly replacing the sword in its case and wrapping it up with the black cloth.

Saving James with the sword was out of the question.

She knew enough to understand what the sword represented. It was the law. It had the power to try those who had escaped the law or those above it.

The very existence of the sword was a legend.

When Sol was still in its infantry, several generals petitioned to get rid of the sword, worried that it would be too powerful.

However, the king decided to keep it.

May knew that if she used the sword to save James, it would go against everything the sword represented. They would be in trouble if someone caught wind of it.

“Don’t worry, Thea. I’ll come up with an idea to save James.”

She returned the sword to its original spot.

Only the Blithe King could save James now.

Once the sword was safely tucked away, she said, “Go home, Thea. I’m going out.”

With that, she left.

She drove toward the military area but was stopped there.

She had no choice but to call Henry and explain things.

Henry was awake.

“Yes, sir.”

May turned to leave.

The Blithe King issued an order to investigate everything about James’ arrest.

Soon, he had his answer.

It was best he kept out of sight, so he arranged for Daniel to drop by the hospital and pay the Watsons and Xenoses a visit.

As soon as the Blithe King commanded it, Daniel changed into plain clothes and headed to the hospital.

At a ward in the hospital.

Yoseph lay on the bed, an inch from death.

He was only forty-five years old, but he looked years older than his age. Within a night, his hair had turned white. The Watsons were frantic with worry.

Someone walked in, saying, “Mr. Watson, Daniel Highsmith from the military is requesting a meeting.”

“L-let him in,” Yoseph said, his voice weaker than ever.