LUCAN VALE: THE GHOST ASSASSIN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Meanwhile, in the afternoon, the city streets were flooded with harsh sunlight, glinting off glass towers and polished storefronts.Charlie's black sedan was speeding through the midday traffic with an aggression born of pure ego and arrogance. The way he was speeding, it was a miracle he hadn't hit anyone yet. He weaved between cars without signaling, cutting off a delivery truck whose driver laid on the horn. Charlie didn't even glance in the mirror. He was too focused on what lay ahead, too caught up in his own sense of importance to care about the chaos he was leaving in his wake.He took the off ramp for the financial district, the engine whining as he pushed the car faster than necessary. A traffic light turned red just as he approached, and instead of slowing down, Charlie accelerated, narrowly avoiding a cross-traffic sedan. The other driver swerved, tires squealing. Charlie laughed at him, actually laughed, like it was all some kind of game. “Idiot.” He called out. Not lo

At the sound of his son's voice, Caspian Montgomery's cold gaze settled on Charlie. For a long moment, he said nothing. He simply rose from his armchair, his movements slow and deliberate, a predator uncoiling. His presence alone seemed to suck the warmth from the room. "You have some nerve showing your face here, Smith boy," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl that promised violence.That's when the pieces clicked into place for Charlie. The confusion curdled into a cold, sickening dread. The Montgomery family actually considered his family as enemies, and right now, they weren't seeing Charlie Smith, the ambitious executive. They were seeing a Smith. The enemy.Kincaid hadn't brought him here to meet allies; he'd walked him into the lion's den. The blood drained from Charlie's face, and he took an involuntary step back, his heart hammering against his ribs.His eyes snapped to Kincaid, his voice a choked, accusatory whisper. "You set me up! What is this?" For the first time th

Charlie met his stare without flinching. "Because if I betray you, I lose. You're already powerful enough to take Smith Royale without my help. I'd be throwing away the only advantage I have."A beat of silence. Then Caspian nodded slowly. "Smart. At least we won't have to worry about that."Jett's expression didn't change, but something in his eyes acknowledged the answer for now. The question remained unspoken but clear: What happens when loyalty stops being profitable? Will they then be allowed to kill Charlie?Seeing his pawns getting along well, Kincaid smiled then, a thin, satisfied expression as he stepped back to let the unholy alliance simmer in its own toxicity.He moved to the crystal decanter on the sideboard and poured himself a scotch, the ice clinking softly—a sound of celebration, or perhaps a countdown. "Excellent," he said, his voice smooth over the ambient hum of the city beyond the windows. "Now that we have an accord, there is one final party to this arrangement."

This new discovery hit Jason again, harder this time. It was even more clear to him that the Caelthorn family had a connection to the obsidian dagger. But if that was the case, then what did it mean? Jason found it hard to believe this all could be just a coincidence, that the last piece of the map was in the Caelthorn family mansion and then the dagger itself was on a Caelthorn family island.Unless, the Caelthorn family had owned the obsidian dagger. Which made even more sense, if their disappearance was a murder, by someone who wanted the dagger for themselves. “Kairos?” Jason muttered to himself. This time he didn't even try to correct himself and feel guilty because he was suspecting a parent figure, the evidence made too much sense for that.It was clear now. What he still needed to prove, however, was that he himself was a Caelthorn. And that's where Kairos came in. Jason thought about making a phone call to him, reaching out like he normally would when something didn't add

Somewhere thousands of miles away from Velmora city.The man standing before the projected world map was older than his physic suggested. He had silver-hair, and was adorned in an impeccable suit. He had the posture of someone who'd never had to raise his voice to command obedience. His hands were smooth, unmarked, the hands of someone who'd never had to do his own dirty work. But his eyes were a different story. They were grey and cold, the kind of cold that came from seeing humanity as nothing more than pieces on a board.This man's name was none other than Kairos Wolfe, the current grandmaster of the eclipse syndicate. The Eclipse Syndicate’s headquarters was all polished black surfaces and quiet, the kind of silence that felt like it could swallow you whole. Everything screamed control. Except in the corner, where a single bonsai tree sat on a low black table, oddly out of place but somehow deliberate.Its ancient, twisted branches, meticulously pruned over decades, were a stud