All Chapters of The Most Wanted Man in Hrestia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"What do you think?" Dante asked, finishing with a smirk.A sudden, piercing shriek cut through the quiet night.Dante returned to the estate as if nothing had occurred.Gwendolyn noticed immediately."Where did you go? I couldn't find you in your room!" she demanded, tugging his ear. "Did you sneak off to meet someone in secret?!""No way, Gwen! I wouldn't dare. I just went for a walk," Dante lied."Hmph. Fine. Let's get dinner in the shopping district."They left together.…The night at the Beaumont estate had passed quietly, but the Wagners were in turmoil.No matter how much George restrained himself, the sight of his son paralyzed on the bed, bones broken and dislocated, made him erupt. "What the hell happened?!"Eagle, a man with sharp eyes, lowered his head in the room. He bore injuries of his own.Lifting his gaze, he recalled Dante's actions. "We underestimated him, Mr. Wagner. He's too powerful for us.""Bullshit!" George bellowed. "He's an 18-year-old brat! You

The lecture hall fell silent.Logan's face drained of color. He scanned the crowd with an anxious frown, then exhaled in relief when he realized the speaker was only a young man.He would never admit it, but Dante was correct in one point: he had not authored the Hrestian Medical Compendium. He had stumbled upon the book in Beatrice's office one day, and since the young woman was rarely around, he had taken it.The book's value lay not in its knowledge but in the seal of authority Beatrice herself had affixed. Everyone had heard of the Miracle Doctor of Hrestia, and any text bearing her seal was instantly priceless."Do you have any idea how preposterous you sound, young man? This reads like something you copied as a child. Is this the folly of youth?" Logan snapped. "I poured every ounce of my blood, tears, and knowledge into this book. My superior's seal speaks for itself!""I'm telling you the truth. I copied this exact text at 12. Bea even watched me with a ruler in her hand,"

The crowd froze as Beatrice gently pinched Dante's ear and tugged him out from under the chair with a soft smile."Aah, careful with the ear, Bea… Ow! I only have two of these!" Dante protested through a grimace."Good," Beatrice said, sizing him up. "Because I was about to ask why you never told me you left the mountains. Or why you chose to stay with Gwen instead of me. Am I not as good as she is?""No, Bea! You're great! It's just… Uh, the Law of Conservation? Gwen lives closer, so I stayed with her for now. Please don't take it the wrong way…""Oho!" Beatrice raised an eyebrow. "Who do you like better? Me, or her?""Well, Danny? Aren't you gonna answer her?" Gwendolyn snapped, pinching Dante's other ear.Laurent seethed with jealousy. Two goddesses were competing for this brat's favor, and he would have prayed for happiness like this.The crowd agreed."Wait! There's no answer that will satisfy both of you! Please, don't make me choose!" Dante cried."You never told me you

Laurent scanned the car ahead. "Uh… are these your friends?"The window rolled down. Cyclops, the one-eyed man working with George, shot a side glance."Want a lift?" he asked, smiling, though the warmth never reached his eyes.Dante felt the danger radiating off him. "No. We don't even know each other."He turned away, only to realize they were surrounded. Eagle leapt from the car with several others, fixing him with a sharp glare."He's the one, Boss," Eagle said.Laurent instinctively stepped back. Years as a confident man had trained him to read people, and he knew immediately that danger lurked in their eyes."Danny, are they here for you? You… can handle this, right?" he asked.Cyclops climbed out of the car, his gaze calm and measured. "Look, mate. Nothing personal. Your crime is showing off. You gravely injured George's son, and now the father wants you. Fighting back is pointless. Why not skip it and come with me?"Dante was just an 18-year-old brat. Meanwhile, Cyclop

Marcus and Lambert hurried toward Dante's room in Beaumont Estate."What happened? Why is the boy hurt?" Lambert demanded.Gwendolyn clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on the closed door. "No, Grandpa! Dad! You can't go in yet. Beatrice is treating him. I'll explain later."Inside, Beatrice wiped the sweat from her brow. She had managed to stop Dante's bleeding, yet the strain weighed on her more than the procedure itself. She gently pulled down his collar and exhaled in relief.The blood-red tattoos had receded for now.Her relief remained shallow. She knew that the next time Dante lost control, they would return. It was a curse that had haunted him since the moment of his birth.This was Dante's secret, shared only by Beatrice and the old Seeker who lived deep in the mountains.After steadying her breath, Beatrice opened the door and beckoned the Beaumont men to see Dante for themselves. Then she took Gwendolyn's hand and led her to a quieter place."What's wrong with him? Wh