The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 261

[Translator - Pot ]

[Proofreader - Kawaii ]

Chapter 261: Pulling the Massive Spark of War

The couple's conversation continued until the moon tilted about two spans toward the horizon.

"About Allen..."

Like any married couple, their topic turned to their child.

"His fight with Verdzig will likely reach its conclusion soon."

A look of regret crossed Lusatia's face.

"Much blood will flow."

"Probably the moment Allen leaves his territory to help Kailan Webern."

Georg said.

"The threads of fate, stretched to their limit, will finally begin to roll. Until then, it will be a time for both sides to build their strength."

"We'll be busy for quite a while then."

Indeed, Lusatia had been moving busily lately, winning over many retainers.

Many retainers had long admired her kindness, and Allenvert's reputation now ranked just below Verdzig's level.

The quality of forces being recruited was by no means low.

Grand Commander Heinrix of the Special Operations Division joining Allenvert's side and gaining influence in the military was particularly significant.

"Allen must feel reassured. Since he's been devoting his energy to training and underworld affairs, he's been somewhat neglectful of clan matters."

"It's Allen's talent and actions that moved people's hearts. What I've done isn't that remarkable."

Lusatia spoke as if it were nothing.

"I've been idle for seven years, so I should sacrifice some sleep to support my son, even if belatedly. It's tiring, but I don't feel bad about it."

The Duke chuckled softly.

"People are healthier when they're passionate about something. You're doing well."

Having the head butler assist Lusatia in this process was Georg's quiet consideration.

"Gathering this much power in such a short time is remarkable."

Georg said.

"It also means there were many forces opposed to Verdzig."

"Just like Ulbhild."

The Duke nodded.

"Come to think of it, Ulbhild's insight is remarkable too, isn't it? When Allen was still weak, only Ulbhild gave him full support and even passed on various martial arts."

"I'm always grateful to her. I even feel sorry that she seems to have done what I should have done."

Georg felt the same way.

A daughter who was strong, intelligent, and upright, who wanted to live as the clan's sword without getting involved in succession disputes.

From a clan head's perspective, there was no more reliable child.

"By the way."

A look of concern appeared on Lusatia's face.

"Allen went to meet the Godfather of the Red Mist Alliance. Will he be alright? Bazalo is a formidable figure who has ruled the underworld for decades."

"With Allen's skills, winning that man over shouldn't be too difficult."

Georg replied reassuringly.

"Moreover, if an alliance between both sides is established, Allen's breathing room will greatly expand."

"What specific effects would there be?"

"If the Godfather of Red Mist Alliance and his subordinate forces join Allen's side."

The Duke stated with certainty.

"Even after Allen leaves to help restore Webern County, it will be difficult for Verdzig to easily control the underworld."

"I see."

"Looking at it that way, Allen is quite a thoughtful fellow. He's running around diligently to ensure his people don't get hurt while he's away."

"That kindness is probably the biggest reason you cherish Allen."

At Lusatia's words, Georg closed his eyes.

"I know this is contradictory."

What Verdzig was showing was, in fact, no different from copying the ruthless appearance he himself had to display in his youth to quell Grunewald's chaos.

'That was the best choice then. So...'

The fact that his heart now leaned toward Allenvert also meant he regretted the 'paths he couldn't choose' during his reign.

* * *

I returned to the Bisakino Brotherhood's stronghold.

"Impressive, Allen. The Godfather of the Red Mist Alliance isn't an easy man to deal with."

Balthazar patted my back in praise.

"What conditions did he demand? To gain the alliance of someone of that caliber, you'd have to pay a corresponding price."

I counted on my fingers as I spoke.

"Mutual non-aggression and mutual support, of course, and after everything is settled..."

"After that?"

"The Godfather of Red Mist Alliance will retire as an elder and retired king, and I agreed to guarantee the safety of his family and subordinates."

"That's not too difficult. As long as you become the king of the underworld."

"Exactly."

Balthazar asked.

"Does the alliance leader have a successor?"

"He has a candidate in mind, but they're lacking."

"Is that so?"

Balthazar spoke matter-of-factly.

"That's not strange. Just because someone is excellent doesn't guarantee their disciples or successors will be excellent too. Finding a good successor, carefully building them up through training and experience while fostering independence... that's not easy at all."

"You're right."

"Since ancient times, one of the most important qualities of kings and lords has been finding and establishing good successors. It's difficult precisely because of that."

The more I think about it, the more true that is.

Students surpassing their masters isn't that easy.

Sons born under great fathers who ruin families, forces, and countries are so common they're countless.

"And this is somewhat of a fantasy that occurred to me while discussing successors with the Godfather of Red Mist Alliance."

I pointed to Nagan and Zizek.

"I'm thinking of raising Nagan as the king to rule the next generation's underworld, and Zizek as the king of the generation after that."

"In other words, we'll take care of everything ourselves."

Knut chuckled.

"Me? Really?"

Zizek asked with a dumbfounded expression.

"Yes, you."

"Why me?"

"If you don't want to, forget it."

Then Zizek shrank his neck, glanced around, and replied.

"It's not that I don't want to, but do I have what it takes..."

"If you continue training as you are now for ten years, even I can't predict how strong you'll become."

I held Zizek's talent in very high regard.

After training with the sword for so long, I'd developed an eye for promising seedlings.

"Moreover, you now have the ancient gladiator martial arts that Brother Knut taught you embedded in you. It's the martial arts of an ancient hero who fought countless life-and-death battles before audiences. Could there be any lack in these martial arts?"

Then Zizek answered with a stiff expression.

"No, there isn't."

"Brother Knut, what do you think?"

Knut, receiving my gaze, grinned.

"He's improving rapidly. His intelligence is excellent, he already has extensive experience beyond life and death, and his physical vessel is outstanding, so he's not lacking material."

"..."

I could sense some overwhelming emotion on Zizek's face.

Men dedicate themselves to those who recognize them, so Zizek will become even stronger from now on.

"Things don't always go according to plan, but it's good to have that level of ambition."

After patting Zizek's shoulder, I changed the subject.

"Anyway, what I want is to buy time. If possible, it would be good to create an actor to play me and confuse the enemies."

"You want to use a double to deceive enemies while you're absent?"

Balthazar leaned forward with interest.

"Exactly."

"It won't be easy. Do you have someone suitable to serve as a double?"

I grinned and looked at Kreutzel.

"How about it, Kreutzel? Haven't you learned acting at the circus?"

"Ah, well."

Kreutzel, who had been quietly listening to our conversation, replied with slight embarrassment.

"I mainly learned acrobatics, but I can do it to some extent."

"Give it a try."

"Right now?"

"A true actor must always be ready."

Then Kreutzel, who had been rolling his eyes around, completely changed his voice.

"Wow, fuck. Zizek, how can you be ugly even down to your nostrils? It's not just ridiculous, it's bewildering. I'm afraid you'll appear in my dreams, so wear a mask from now on. Got it? If you got it, answer me."

"...!"

"...?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, I clapped and muttered.

"Perfect?"

"Flawless."

"A masterpiece actor."

While Balthazar and Knut agreed, Zizek muttered with a disgruntled expression.

"Wasn't that just your true feelings disguised as acting?"

"It's true that your face looks somewhat hideous when you sit next to Kreutzel."

"Hideous? Even so, to say that about a person."

In contrast, Kreutzel, who had become quite neat and had good color from eating and sleeping well, looked quite like a handsome actor.

"Anyway, this is a perfect double."

I said with satisfaction.

"Nagan, get some useful disguise masks from the black market. Kreutzel, practice my gestures and speech whenever you have time."

"Understood."

"If you show up occasionally, the spies watching our movements will make a fuss. 'Amazingly, Karzan is still with the Bisakino Brotherhood,' 'This time he went to see the Godfather of the Red Mist Alliance, but we don't know what they discussed'... roughly like that."

Balthazar asked with a knowing smile.

"Then what if the Red Moon Alliance buys some weapons and hires mercenaries?"

"Schelde is still suffering from the aftereffects of getting thoroughly beaten by me, will be eating porridge and issuing orders like this: 'These bastards might be planning war, so gather our forces first and if things look suspicious, take preemptive action.' Then we'll sleep comfortably while those guys lose sleep from tension."

"Haha!"

As Balthazar laughed heartily, Knut said.

"I understand. It's similar to putting up a scarecrow to chase away birds, or placing clothes with bear cave scent at the village entrance to prevent wolves from entering."

Whenever Knut made such analogies, I was newly reminded that half my bloodline came from people who lived in those mountains, mixed with nature.

"Allen, exactly when are you planning to leave?"

Balthazar asked.

"I should leave before summer ends at the latest."

"Understood."

"Please work with the Godfather of Red Mist Alliance to handle things well during that time."

"We'll do that."

Balthazar nodded.

"First, we should start by widely spreading the fact that the Red Moon Alliance has joined hands with Karzan throughout the underworld."

I asked.

"That way, the heads of other factions who hear this intelligence will have complicated thoughts?"

"Exactly."

It was clear that the balance between the three major forces wouldn't collapse easily.

"Please hold firm and maintain the balance."

I requested.

"Meanwhile, I'll restore Webern County and try to defeat Brother Verdzig 'not in the underworld, but on Grunewald's battlefield.' That way, this becomes a confrontation between the underworld and Grunewald."

"Allen."

Balthazar looked at me with a strange expression.

"You never intended to settle things in the underworld from the beginning."

I smiled.

"That's right."

Settling things in the underworld was ultimately Karzan's way.

But the life I'm living now belongs to Allenvert.

Then I should naturally settle things in Grunewald's way.

* * *

"The time has ripened."

A man was staring at flickering candlelight in the darkness.

Kailan Webern.

He was a man with sharp, lean features clearly visible above clothing that rejected all luxury, reminiscent of mourning attire.

"A letter came from Venion."

A slender young lady embraced Kailan from behind.

"What did it say?"

Liliet Pergrin.

A symbol of harmony and cooperation between both clans and also Kailan's fiancée, she loved Kailan deeply despite their politically arranged relationship.

"Participating from Grunewald will be Young Master Allenvert. Special Operations Division's Rudgarda will join him, and from Valkenhain, Young Lady Siena will be sent to assist."

"So it's finally settled that way."

Liliet nodded.

"The time has finally come for your long-cherished wish to be fulfilled."

"Yes."

Kailan's sunken eyes captured the flickering flames.

"I must avenge our ancestors' grudge and reclaim everything that belonged to them. By any means necessary."

It would undoubtedly be this man's role to pull the massive spark of war.

[Translator - Pot ]

[Proofreader - Kawaii ]

This content is taken from free web nov𝒆l.com