Who's The Traitor In Black Clover Novels & Stories

I did this for Irene's father, for Irene, and for Silas. “Let it be known,” I said, turning to the crowd again, “that they didn’t act alone. Those seven traitors had minions.” A murmur swelled as more names were read: “Chris, my right man,” I chuckled in disbelief. “Alpha Kael, Malcolm Stark, and his unfortunate son, Peris Stark. They are all traitors.” Gasps again. I was also in disbelief. These people were so close to me, yet they betrayed me so significantly.

Claire says. “Yes of course. Tell me what happen?” I ask. She said, “It's about the investigation regarding the rogues.” My gaze becomes serious and cold as I say, “Close the door, Claire.” I tell her to sit as I sit up, sitting up straight to listen to her. Then she says, “Alpha, the reports indicate that just as you thought, we have a traitor. I frown as he asks coldly, “What did they find out?” Claire smiles at what I ask, as she answers me, “Who WAS NOT at Isabella's birthday?”

A carousel of crime. "Boss, you sent for us." Lion acknowledged. Mr. Hodge nodded, and as Randolph was about to walk away, he stopped him. "You should stay too, Randolph. I've got something for you guys to do. Something important." Lion sighed mentally. Typical. "We've got a traitor in our midst." Mr. Hodge dropped, and immediately Owen's heart skipped. "A traitor?" Lion asked in disbelief. Mr. Hodge nodded. "Yes. I discovered it."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. You are the one who is nothing. A tool, used and discarded. Thea will not save you. The Father of Shadows does not care about pawns. Your only value now is the truth you carry. Give it freely, and you may yet live. Fight me, and you will wish you had died in this cabin. Clara's bravado crumbled, leaving only terror. I will talk, she whispered. I will tell you everything. The third traitor, whose name Aria had never learned, was found trying to escape through a hidden passage behind his cabin. Viktor caught him before he reached the tree line and dragged him back, bleeding and defeated.

Gwen is going to make it look like she was the person who kidnapped the Queen and that no one else was involved. If there are other people involved then she would not confess. So she is taken to a run-down building in the middle of nowhere and officers and soldiers are hiding all over the place. Once she wakes up, she and her mother confront the Queen, Gwen acts like she is going to kill her just to make it believable. She gives her mother some time to talk to her and the Queen acts hateful and tells her that she should be dead and that even if they kill her, no one is going to believe them and that the people will not accept her.

"I don't want to see you! Can't you leave me alone? It's the least that you can do for me." Evelyn looked up at Clover, layers of guilt overpouring from her gaze. "Let me help you. Clover... I-I'm really sorry for whatever happened back then. I didn't have a choice—" Clover interrupted, "You had a choice to not listen to Jack, to not work for him, and to not lure me into putting the eavesdropper in my dad's room." Her voice was breaking. "But you chose to step on the trust I had in you. Why? Because I was just a little girl who you needed no more after using!"

What could possibly be going on right now? Taking a close glance at Claire, I noticed her drop something on the ground, each time we took a new turn. Then it all dawned on me as I put two and two together. Claire was behind all of these! She is the traitor. No wonder she has been acting suspicious lately.

“Every clue pointed to you, but… damn it, Kira. You’re a traitor.” “Traitor?” She feigned ignorance. “What? Cassian, you can’t believe-” “Don’t you dare.” He growled lowly. “Don’t you dare say my name.” His body shook with rage, but he didn’t release me. His gaze pinned Kira, sharp and unforgiving. “The trap wasn’t the decoy I sent. The real trap was the information I gave you. I told Nicole wolfcross was the real route. Only you knew the Ashenfang route,” he said slowly, each word deliberate, his claws pressing just beneath the skin of his hands. “You sent the mercenaries. You are the Betrayer. ”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Yes, I do,” I shot back. “Someone inside the Moretti family set him up. They wanted you to come here. They wanted this confrontation.” A flicker of doubt crossed Franco’s face, but before he could respond, a slow clap echoed through the room. And then, from the shadows, the real traitor stepped forward. I felt my blood turn to ice. Matteo Moretti. The golden boy. The one everyone trusted. The one who had been pulling the strings all along.