The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 509

"Selena..." he whispered.

The name felt strange in his mouth, like it did not belong to this silent world.

Ramos did not move.

Water energy still swirled around him in thin streams, rising and falling without control. His fists were clenched so tightly that blood dripped from his palms.

Kael looked at Ramos for a long moment.

The old man seemed smaller than before. Not in body, but in spirit. His shoulders were heavy, and his eyes had a dullness that had not been there earlier. He looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with the body. It was the kind of tiredness that came from memories that never faded.

Kael almost opened his mouth to tease him, just to lighten the mood. But he stopped himself.

This was not the time to be an asshole.

Ruth sat nearby with his arms folded. His face was calm, almost blank, as if the story had nothing to do with him. Only the slight tightening of his jaw showed that he had been listening closely.

The room felt quiet and heavy.

After a long pause, Ramos suddenly snapped. His hand slammed onto the armrest.

"What the fuck?"

His voice cracked with frustration.

"Are you two even human? Can you at least show some reaction and comfort me?"

Ruth clicked his tongue and answered sharply. "I would, if this happened recently. But you are telling a decade old story. And it is not like I am hearing it for the first time."

Ramos shot him a glare, then turned to Kael.

Kael coughed lightly and spoke in a steady voice. "In my defense, I already expected something like this when I saw you at the mausoleum. It was not outside my expectations."

Ramos leaned back and cursed under his breath. "Devils. You two are devils cut from the same blood."

He rubbed his face with his hand, trying to calm himself.

Kael rested his chin on the back of his palm and asked quietly, "I want to know one thing. Why did the Royal Chamberlain not help? Was he not a Demi-God at that time?"

Ramos shook his head slowly. "He was. But Chamberlain serves the Emperor. He moves only under command. And he did not expect something like that to happen."

He paused, then added in a low voice, "And that person who appeared... his aura... no one could sense it. Yet he was that strong."

Kael’s eyes narrowed in thought.

"So you suspect the Abyssal Sect and Nightstar are behind it."

Ramos nodded, his fist tightening. "I am sure of it. Who else would have a problem with us gaining another Demi-God?"

Kael opened his mouth, then closed it again.

It felt too early to conclude, but the direction of suspicion was clear.

Ramos looked at both of them, his voice turning serious. "Before you jump to anything, remember one thing. We might have to fight an angel."

Ruth’s eyes shifted slightly, but he said nothing.

Ramos spat to the side. "Those angels... fuck them. This time I am prepared."

Kael looked at him in surprise. "How?"

Ramos waved his hand dismissively. "You do not need to know that, brat. Think about yourself first. Out of all of us, your realm is the weakest."

Kael’s face darkened. "Damn you."

The room fell silent again. The air felt cold, and heavy with old grief and future war.

The situation of the Heizen Empire was finally changing for the better.

The long battle that had stayed in a stalemate was slowly turning toward Heizen’s side. The reason was clear to those who understood war.

Because of the practice of modern warfare, the basic physical and combat abilities of many armies had weakened. They depended too much on tools. But the soldiers of Heizen were different. Ruthlessness was carved into their bones, and years of battle-hardened experience had shaped them. When guns were placed in the hands of warriors like that, their strength became terrifying.

If they truly wanted, they could have already pushed the borders and taken half of Nightstar.

But Roosevelt did not allow it.

First, no matter how strong they were, there would still be heavy casualties.

Second, Plan B was already in motion. If it succeeded, the war could end in one decisive strike. Nightstar would become Heizen’s territory later, and they could avoid losing more capable forces.

So they waited.

Preparations moved in secret and with intensity. Finally, the day of judgment arrived.

In a quiet open field far from the capital, a man stepped forward with slow steps. His hands were thin and slightly trembling as he held a magic staff.

He was Selver, the Chief Court Mage. He was also the one responsible for creating the virtual realm. Even he looked shaken.

After the earlier incident m, some of his subordinates had gone missing, and he had been afraid to show himself. He believed the Church might already have placed his name on a list.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at the troops behind him.

Rows of elite soldiers stood in full armor. Their faces were serious. No one spoke.

Roosevelt stood at the front, watching everything closely.

Selver raised his staff.

Soft light gathered at its tip. He closed his eyes and began chanting in a low voice. Ancient words flowed out slowly, each one heavy with power.

Lines of light spread across the ground.

A large magic circle formed beneath their feet. Symbols and runes appeared one after another, glowing in blue and silver. The air grew heavy, and a low humming sound filled the place. Wind began to swirl inward, pulled toward the center of the circle.

The ground trembled slightly.

Selver’s hands shook, but he did not stop. He struck the staff against the center of the circle.

BOOM.

Light shot upward like a pillar.

Space twisted.

A wide dimensional portal opened in front of them. Inside it, darkness and light mixed together, shifting like waves.

Selver lowered his staff and looked around, sweat on his forehead.

"The teleportation will be random," he said, his voice tired but steady. "But it should be near the capital of Nightstar. Be careful. It might even drop you in front of some heinous beast or in the middle of a battlefield."

"Hm," Ramos nodded calmly.

He stepped forward without hesitation and entered the portal.

Ruth followed.

Kael stepped closer, adjusting his gloves. Martina stood beside him, her expression calm but her eyes sharp.

Behind them were several SS-rank guards from the Imperial troops, led by Sir Elliot. Each one walked forward with firm steps and disappeared into the light.

Kael turned toward Martina and gave a small smile. He extended his right hand.

"Will you accompany me, Your Highness?" he asked.

Martina looked at his hand, then at his face. A faint smile curved her lips. She took his arm instead of his hand.

"Are you taking me on a date?" she asked softly.

"Yes indeed. It’s going to be a wonderful date," Kael replied.

Martina gave a quiet chuckle. "This kind of date... it really suits my tastes."

Their expressions were calm, but the air around them was heavy with danger.

Together, they stepped into the portal.