Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 282

"The evacuation began very shortly after the last attack on the academy."

Lin frowned, processing this information. "Do you think it has something to do with what they were looking for here?"

"It’s possible," Zhao responded. "Julius suspects they found clues... or didn’t find what they expected and changed strategy. I believe what Selphira assumes might be part of that perception."

He stood up, subtly stretching the tense muscles in his back. "In any case, with the Goldcrests scrutinizing this mystery, it won’t stop them forever. I must depart at dawn. The King must return, and with the current situation, any small perception that the King has moved will be crucial for them to think we’ve gained an advantage."

Lin also rose, studying her colleague with poorly disguised concern. "Take care, Zhao. And keep your eyes open."

"I always do," he replied with a smile. "Besides, I have a new trick up my sleeve thanks to our young genius, possible thief-guardian of artifacts."

As Zhao walked away, Lin remained contemplating in the training field. Something about this entire situation seemed strangely connected by timing. Yino’s withdrawal, Ren’s disproportionate powers, the political movements of the noble families...

All were pieces of a larger puzzle that was refusing to take shape, its final contours still remained in the shadows.

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Klein’s room was plunged into darkness. He had refused to turn on the lights after returning from the arena, preferring the shadows to hide the humiliation etched on his face. He hadn’t even allowed Astor and Feng to accompany him... their loyalty was valuable, but today he needed silence and solitude. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Or so he had thought.

The soft click of the door opening didn’t surprise him. He knew who it was without needing to turn. The characteristic scent of deep earth that always accompanied his older brother filtered into the room, preceding Kassian’s physical presence.

Klein remained motionless, sitting on the edge of his bed, staring fixedly at the wall. He waited, almost with resignation, for the storm of cutting words that undoubtedly approached.

But the silence extended.

A full minute passed without either saying anything. The only sound in the room was Klein’s increasingly altered breathing. Waiting for the verbal punishment proved more agonizing than the punishment itself.

He had sent Astor and Feng far away so they didn’t witness the humiliation… but he was regretting it a lot now.

Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, Klein turned to face his brother.

What he saw left him frozen. It wasn’t the cold anger he was accustomed to. It wasn’t the calculated contempt that Kassian habitually showed him.

It was pure, absolute, and raw disappointment.

Kassian Goldcrest, heir to one of Yano’s most powerful families, observed his younger brother as if contemplating something irreparably broken, something no longer worth the effort to repair.

Klein instinctively retreated, still expecting the verbal attack that never came. The silence and that look were worse than any words Kassian had used before. Klein, for a second, saw his father in him…

Anxiety grew in his chest, an oppressive sensation that threatened to suffocate him. His breathing accelerated, shallow and insufficient. The lion within him reacted to his distress, partially manifesting, claws emerging from his fingers, a slight golden glow tinting his skin.

Klein clenched his fists so tightly that his claws sank into his palms.

And just when it seemed that silence was the worst thing in the world... Kassian spoke.

"It’s over," he finally said, his voice as cold and distant as if speaking to a stranger. "We don’t need you anymore."

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