Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana-Chapter 31: Mistake

Father Christopher held immense influence—not just in the country, but across the world.

Among the human race, there were only four Popes who stood as the Pillars of Humanity.

The Churches existed not just for spiritual guidance, but as powerful institutions meant to protect humanity—and more importantly, to prevent conflict between the four great nations.

In many ways, they were the chains that held the human race together. Should another realm threaten them again, the Churches would ensure that humanity responded as one.

That was why Father Christopher was held in such high regard—and why his safety was paramount.

So when his convoy was ambushed, the incident sent shockwaves through the upper echelons of power. It wasn’t long before the capital took notice, and the King himself made his way to the academy.

"I still can’t believe this... The information was classified, and the mages in your convoy were top-tier," the Prime Minister said, his brows furrowed in deep concern.

Inside the room sat six individuals, including the Pope himself.

To Christopher’s left were the Headmaster and Vice-Headmaster of the academy.

To his right, the Prime Minister.

And seated across from him—watching with a stern, unreadable gaze—was the supreme authority of the nation.

The sixth person in the room was a priest from the Church, standing quietly at a diagonal from the Pope.

Father Christopher sat in silence, eyes fixed on the table before him.

But his thoughts were far from the present.

His mind drifted back to those harrowing minutes—when the ambush struck, and chaos erupted all around him. He had witnessed the deaths of those who had followed him loyally, sacrificing themselves without hesitation. Among them... was a dear friend—one who had always believed Christopher’s life carried greater meaning.

"...Terry," Christopher finally spoke, his voice low.

The priest stepped forward immediately.

"Make sure Hades is properly rewarded for his actions."

Before Terry could respond, Lucen stepped in. "I’ve already spoken with the Headmaster," he said reassuringly. "Don’t worry, Father. Hades will be honored—richly—for his bravery."

The official reports had already come in. Every single witness said the same thing:

If it weren’t for Hades, Father Christopher would not be alive today.

Lucen, who had heard rumors of the redhead’s strength for some time now, finally had no choice but to acknowledge the truth.

Hades was now an undeniable asset to the nation—a presence far too valuable to overlook any longer.

"Minister Ross won’t be pleased with your decision to reward him," the Headmaster said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Lucen frowned. "I’m aware of what Hades has endured... but Ross isn’t the kind of man who denies reality."

The Headmaster simply shook his head and said nothing more.

But the silence spoke volumes.

Lucen felt something twist in his gut.

He realized—he had only heard a surface-level account of the incident, most of it coming from his butler. The Headmaster’s reaction suggested there was far more to the story than he knew.

"I believe everyone in this room is someone you trust, Lucen," the oldest man among them said gently.

The King looked up, slightly startled, but gave a nod. "I do. Why do you ask, Father?"

Christopher raised his hand slightly, prompting the priest beside him to step forward. The young man handed the Pope a parchment.

"This insignia was found printed on the armor of the men who attacked Hades a few days ago," Christopher said, tossing the parchment onto the table.

Everyone leaned forward to look—except the Headmaster. He already knew what it was.

Lucen narrowed his eyes but remained quiet, listening.

Christopher continued, "I conducted a personal investigation and traced the source of the attackers."

His tone had shifted. It was clear now—this wasn’t just about the ambush. This was connected to something much deeper.

Without hesitation, the Pope pulled out another piece of parchment and laid it on the table. A hand-drawn sketch of a middle-aged man stared back at them.

"Goski," Christopher said, turning to the King. "You know the man. You’ve been funding his mercenary operations for years."

Lucen’s eyes sharpened. "You’re saying Goski sent men to attack Hades? Why? Why would a mercenary connected to the crown target a schoolboy?"

Christopher’s voice was firm. "He didn’t do it on his own. Someone hired him. Someone with the means to reach him and the motive to silence Hades."

The room fell quiet.

Then Christopher looked directly into the King’s eyes and spoke the name that would shatter the air.

"It was your second son—Cedric."

"...!"

Gasps filled the room.

Lucen’s eyes flew open in disbelief—and so did everyone else’s, save for the Headmaster, who remained still.

Before Lucen could have said anything Christopher added, "You can check the source. I even warned your son to not push his luck...but today, those men who attacked the convoy, they had similar insignia."

Lucen asked, "Do you mean to say...Cedric planned this attack?"

Christopher shook his head, "I can’t be sure but after this incident I realized I should not have taken sides between the two."

Christopher realized his mistake. For favoring the Prince.

Today, he could have died. He had lost his friend and many more would have met their end as well.

And the one who came to their rescue was Hades.

So he was trying to rectify his mistake.

Getting up from his seat, the Pope said, "It’s up to you how you do the justice, Lucen. But the next time your son pulls another criminal act, I would take things in my hand."

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