Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 59: Oh No, Am I the Clown?

"I see. That’s some unexpected information. If that’s the case, a lot of things are starting to make sense."

Solren nodded in sudden understanding after hearing the account from Westheid and the others, his mind racing to connect the recent anomalies.

"By the way, Sir Solren, there’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. I decided I should probably bring it to your attention."

Suddenly, as if recalling something on a whim, Westheid took out the damaged Mechanical Battle Armor and Communication Device confiscated from Kaplan and handed them to Solren.

"We looted this from a spy from the Celestial Vault Kingdom we killed shortly after arriving on the Kepal Plain. That group just now... If I’m not mistaken, didn’t they have similar equipment?"

"This is..."

Solren’s expression grew solemn as he stared at the Communication Device and Battle Armor fragments Westheid had produced. He fixed his searing gaze on him.

"Are you suggesting that Andre and Burlington are spies for the Celestial Vault Kingdom?"

Westheid shrugged, replying irritably, "I never said that. Perhaps they also confiscated their equipment from the enemy? It’s just that being suspected about our identities and origins has left me a bit angry. We went through hell to escape from Dragon’s Will Peak to get here, risked our lives to deceive the Demon Dragon, and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy forces, only to be met with this kind of suspicion!"

"Anyone would be furious!"

Westheid’s anger was perfectly reasonable, and even the Sword Saint couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

But Solren’s eyelids drooped, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Andre... that boy is my blood kin," he said slowly. "They all swore an oath to me that they would help me fight the Dragon Race."

"Perhaps they were telling the truth, but spies from the Celestial Vault Kingdom... they’re all highly trained. I’m not looking for concrete proof, either. It doesn’t matter if they are or aren’t. All we want is revenge on the Dragon Race. We don’t care about anything else."

Westheid pursed his lips and said flatly, "In any case, that’s something for you to consider, Sir. I’m merely offering a reminder."

The leader of the Resistance Army paced around his office a few times before sitting down at his desk with a sigh.

"Thank you. You must be tired. I’ve already arranged rooms for you, so please get some rest. I need to... think."

"In that case, we’ll take our leave."

Westheid and the other two nodded and exited the room.

Solren was left alone, his brow furrowed as he rubbed the Communication Device in his palm, its precise instruments and components cool against his skin.

..........

The room Solren had arranged for the three of them was likely one of the best in the space-limited fortress. Located at the edge of the mountain, it received excellent light, and its floor-to-ceiling window offered a view of the lush forest outside.

While the Resistance Army’s accommodations were far from luxurious, the room was immaculate and tidy—even nicer than Solren’s own.

It had two beds and a partitioned-off area. If they squeezed, it could probably sleep four or five people without much issue.

"Does this mean they’ll be eliminated?"

Reiya was the first to speak, her concern focused on the group of Trial Takers who were after the bounty on her head.

Westheid: "I can’t guarantee it. Nothing is ever certain. I can only say that, given Solren’s personality... those guys are probably done for. And if not, heh, we’ll just take care of them on the battlefield."

Westheid then stretched and smiled at the stone-faced Yolanda.

"Alright, Yolanda, you can relax now. I know you’re not good at acting. That was the last scene. We don’t have to perform anymore."

"Whew, that’s a relief. Sometimes, I really can’t tell if you’re telling the truth or lying, Brother."

The platinum-blonde girl could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The earnest Yolanda found it difficult to tell bald-faced lies, but what unsettled her more was her inability to tell when Westheid was being genuine.

The Qinghui Patriarch’s performance in the Secret Realm Trial could only be described as audaciously brilliant and utterly unpredictable. If Westheid hadn’t explained his plans to them in advance, Yolanda would have been completely unable to follow his wildly imaginative train of thought.

’What was fake? What was real?’

’I can’t tell! I really can’t tell the difference!’

Yolanda asked, "Brother, were all of these things part of your calculations from before the Trial even began?"

Every piece of intelligence, every single person—Westheid had used them all to their absolute limit, leveraging his informational advantage to the fullest. It was a terrifying sight that only a bystander or someone who experienced it firsthand could truly appreciate!

It was as if everyone had become a pawn on Westheid’s chessboard!

The black-haired, purple-eyed young man raised an eyebrow.

"...You seem to think I’m some kind of demonic mastermind, but I don’t have the ability to predict the future amidst the factors of Chaos."

’At least, not before my Ascension to godhood.’

Westheid tapped his temple. "I didn’t have everything planned from the start. I take it one step at a time, simply playing the hand I’m dealt and improvising as I go."

"As long as you have foresight, even a fool can pretend to be a sage."

"You sound like a philosopher sometimes, Brother."

Yolanda said, her expression complicated.

Before this, Yolanda had thought she was the most intelligent person in the Qinghui Clan and that she had to exhaust her mind to assist the "absurd and incompetent" Patriarch.

’But now, it seems I’m not as smart as my brother?’

’Doesn’t that mean all my past mockery... was just me making a fool of myself?’

’The clown was me all along?!’

The platinum-blonde girl with the beauty of a Fairy was suddenly overcome with shame and turned to leave.

"I’m going to take a walk around the fortress. You and the others can go to sleep, Brother."

"Oh, take your time."

Westheid could roughly guess what Yolanda was feeling but didn’t care. ’This is exactly the kind of harsh lesson she needs!’

Rather than waste his attention on his little sister, who was hardly a threat at the moment, he was better off focusing his energy on Reiya.

The [Dragon Soul Furnace]... This Tier T0 Talent was already in the bag, but with growth-type Talents, the sooner you obtained them, the better.

But when Westheid turned his head to look at the Silver-haired Dragon Lady, he found her tilting her head slightly, her magnificent eyes—a mixture of azure and violet—quietly watching him.

Her gaze was filled with admiration, appreciation, and a tenderness that could melt bones.

"West... you’re truly incredible."

Reiya sighed in admiration.

"Even though I already trusted you completely, West, I never imagined you could pull all this off. Even if we were to leave now, our gains wouldn’t be small."

Westheid: "It’s because you asked for my help. I had no choice but to show my true abilities. How could I bear to disappoint you?"

"However, it’s too early to celebrate. In the battles to come, I won’t be able to rely on clever tricks anymore. Victory will only be achievable through pure strength, courage, and will. For that, I’ll have to rely on you."

A hint of nervousness crossed Reiya’s elegant expression. "A fight against a Legendary Giant Dragon? Is it stronger than that Sword Saint?"

Westheid nodded. "Much stronger. Even among Legends, there are vast differences in power."