LUCAN VALE: THE GHOST ASSASSIN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Somewhere in the Atlantic. Roughly 4 Hours Later in the afternoon. The sun shined off Jason's boat. The low sound of the submersible's emergency power had been Jason's only companion for the last two hours, a small vibration against the intense silence of the deep ocean.He’d piloted the vessel skillfully, heading steadily south along the coastline, staying well clear of Velmora's monitored shipping lanes and commercial traffic corridors. Then, with a final, sputtering cough that sent a jolt of alarm through him, the engines died. The dashboard lights blinked erratically, struggling, before extinguishing completely. Silence descended, heavy and absolute, amplifying the gentle slap of waves against the hull and the creak of metal adjusting to the sudden stillness.Jason immediately checked the power readouts, though he already knew what they'd say. Zero. The needle on the power gauge sat firmly at empty. He was adrift in the water, a tiny, powerless speck in the vast, indifferent o

The Eclipse syndicates headquarters in Kairos Wolfe’s Suite. The silence in the obsidian-lined suite was absolute, interrupted only by the quiet of the massive wall screen displaying the now meaningless tracker icon. The specialist who Kairos had thought could track Jason down, had failed to do so, and so he was dismissed moments before, leaving Kairos alone with his thoughts and a feeling of betrayal. Kairos was standing still, his back to the room, staring out into the outside world beyond. The confirmation of Lucan's deception, the spoofed tracker originating from Velmora, Silas's report of being dismissed from the island all of it pointed to one undeniable truth. In all his years, he would never think that Lucan Vale, his loyal lapdog, would ever betray him under any circumstances. But what made this truly dangerous was the fact that Lucan might now know about his biggest secret. The Caelthorn slaughter. He knows. Or suspects enough to defy direct orders, falsify his location

Magnus Voss's yacht docked smoothly at a private marina in Velmora City just as the sun was setting in the evening. It was just like Magnus had predicated. Jason stood on the deck, his back pack containing the dagger and the Caelthorn secrets slung securely over his shoulder.Magnus joined him by the railing as the crew secured the lines. "Well, Brandon," Magnus said, offering a final handshake, "here we are. Safe and sound. I assume you'll be taking your leave now." He didn't pry further into Jason's mysterious past or sudden appearance, maintaining the polite distance of the wealthy and discreet.Jason nodded. They'd talked the entire voyage, but Jason had never revealed that he knew Magnus, that he was a friend of his daughter. For now, that was a secret, although not because Jason wanted to keep it that way, he just never found the perfect opportunity. "Thank you again, Magnus," Jason replied. The name Brandon Caelthorn felt increasingly natural now. "I owe you for this. Perhaps

Jason managed to escape the villa safely with the dagger secured. In all honesty, he didn't expect Kairos to send Nina to his house to retrieve the dagger.This just showed him how important the dagger was to the old man. But he will never get it. After that, Jason called up his friends. He knew it might be the three of them vs the syndicate now. Since they were all fugitives. They all agreed to meet at Kevin's bar. Jason trusted Kevin, despite him being an informant for the syndicate, he actually only reported to Jason. The back room of Kev's bar smelled faintly of stale beer and cleaning supplies. A single bare bulb cast harsh shadows. Jason sat at the small, scarred table, the large, framed Caelthorn family portrait propped against the wall facing the door. He'd retrieved it from the boathouse, wrapped carefully in his bag along with the dagger.The door opened, and Klaus and Jagua slipped inside, glancing around cautiously before shutting it behind them. Relief washed over th

Now that he had the car keys, Jason decided to visit Henry and Martha right away. The drive out of Velmora City was quiet, the Black Benz gliding through the night traffic like a shadow. Jason kept the speed steady, his mind a quiet hum of calculation. Henry and Martha. The countryside. Far from the city's noise, maybe closer to some truth. He needed to talk to them again, listen closer this time, catch any detail he might have missed about Brandon Caelthorn, about the night his world vanished. He followed the directions Selene had sent him, the route taking him further into rolling hills and farmland as night deepened. It took hours of driving. By the time he neared the location, the first hints of dawn were painting the sky grey. Finally, nestled in a small valley beside a winding creek, he saw it. A sturdy, well-kept farmhouse, smoke curling from the chimney, a warm yellow light glowing in the windows against the early morning light. It looked peaceful. Safe. He parked th