Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 463: Chapter 463 – Tamers War – Broken Threads – Price of Freedom

Kassian was about to respond when Ravenspire intervened impatiently.

“Time, Kassian. We don’t have all day.”

Another reminder of not so distant battles that could reshape kingdoms while they wasted precious moments on family drama.

Kassian sighed again and looked at his younger brother with what might have been pity.

“It’s for your own good,” he declared. “So if you don’t want to suffer more than necessary, I recommend you stop resisting.”

He attempted to subdue Klein completely, forcing neural threads toward connections that would allow total control.

The violation was not just physical assault, but fundamental erasure of everything that made Klein himself, reducing him to extension of Kassian’s will.

But in the end, after Klein resisted with every fiber of his being, screaming until his voice broke, something unexpected happened.

Kassian’s threads inside his head failed to connect.

For some reason neither of them completely understood, Klein was immune… Kassian’s threads couldn’t activate.

Klein collapsed, exhausted but free, while Kassian looked at him with great confusion.

The contradiction was maddening, power that had worked on their father, that had subjugated one of the kingdom’s most powerful tamers, failing against a Bronze-rank child.

“Interesting,” Ravenspire murmured, observing the unexpected development with curiosity.

Kassian straightened, frustration evident while processing the failure.

“Well,” he finally said with growing disinterest, “I suppose I don’t need you after all.”

Klein had ceased being the prospect of a useful tool. Without capacity for direct control, he was simply the uncooperative disappointment he had always been. Taking him no longer had value if he couldn’t control him.

But Ravenspire thought differently. His eyes gleamed while observing the child who had accomplished something that should have been impossible.

“Wait,” he murmured, approaching Klein with renewed interest. “I want to try something else.”

He prepared to take him to experiment with illusions, wondering if Klein’s immunity extended to other forms of mental manipulation.

It was then that Han stepped forward.

With deliberate movements, he raised both hands and closed his eyes, beginning to recite in low voice a code that only high-level operatives knew.

“Raven-Six-Alpha-Black-Deep-Root…”

The intervention was desperate… identification that might mean survival or might mean immediate execution depending on Ravenspire’s mood.

Ravenspire narrowed his eyes dangerously, his claws beginning to extend, but Han released a small amount of abyssal energy. Trace amounts, barely perceptible, but sufficient to confirm real affiliation.

He continued in coded cipher, explaining he had been documenting Klein’s behavior for months. Claiming that maintaining the subject in natural state was crucial for understanding long-term affectations. Forced intervention would compromise valuable data.

The explanation was professional and plausible… intelligence gathering that prioritized long-term value.

Yet Ravenspire didn’t understand why this operative would risk himself for an apparently minor objective, but luckily he didn’t have time to analyze the situation completely.

The world shook.

The bridge exploded.

The explosion sent shock waves that were felt even at this distance. The building trembled, windows vibrated, and for a moment the air itself seemed to crystallize with residual energy.

Venmont’s dominant aura, which had been constantly pulsing on the horizon, abruptly vanished.

The sudden absence was more disturbing than the explosion.

Ravenspire felt an immediate stab of alarm.

He was about to tell Kassian he would take Klein by force when an unexpected voice cut through the tension.

“HAHAHAHA! Oh, this is MAGNIFICENT!”

Everyone turned toward the sound. In the shelter’s corner, an accountant apparently avoided among staff refugees swayed dramatically in his chair on a lone table, gesticulating wildly while a small mouse jumped in the middle of the same table.

The display was bizarre… like madness expressing itself through theatrical performance that somehow felt more honest than normal behavior.

“Do you see the cosmic irony!?” the accountant exclaimed, his eyes shining with a mixture of terror and hysteria. “Here is our young hero, valiantly fighting for his FREEDOM!”

He jumped up with movement that shifted the table, almost knocking over the mouse, which squeaked indignantly.

“But what is freedom but the most expensive illusion we ever buy! A premium cage with golden bars we call ’choice’!”

He made an elaborate bow while trapping the mouse in a crystal basin, the mouse running in circles inside the “cage”.

“At least in slavery, one knows exactly what the rules are! But in freedom… ah, in freedom, one becomes slave to every decision, every possibility, every path not taken!”

His laughter became sharper, more desperate.

“It’s the universe’s ultimate joke! We fight to escape a small cage only to discover we’ve run toward an INFINITELY larger cage!”

The mouse, apparently accustomed to these dramatic monologues, lay down quietly and began moving its paws erratically.

“And most beautiful,” the accountant continued, tears of laughter mixing with terror, “is that we pay ALL our money, ALL our time, ALL our sanity for the privilege of this superior cage!”

Ravenspire watched the weird spectacle with genuine fascination… To the point of not thinking about killing the impertinent man. There was something artistic and refined that pleased him, that elaborate aura he himself sought to emit.

The joke, born from terror and apparent psychological breakdown, had touched something in Ravenspire’s mind that seemed profoundly true. Freedom as commodity, independence as the most expensive form of dependence.

More importantly, it had given him a ’brilliant’ idea.

“You know what,” Ravenspire murmured, a ravening smile spreading across his face, “you’re right. Let’s see if our foolish little boy can really maintain his precious freedom and newly found ’purity’ for long.”

He withdrew a small potion from his tunic, purple liquid that pulsed with promises of easy power.

“Take this,” he ordered Klein, who was still on the ground, exhausted.

“No,” Klein responded weakly.

“It wasn’t a request.”

Ravenspire forced the potion down Klein’s throat, holding him immobile while the corrupting liquid let gravity do its work.

Han remained standing with hands raised. Ravenspire struck him casually, sending him staggering. But he forgave him due to his proven usefulness so far.

Then he disappeared and addressed the accountant from behind, who was still laughing hysterically.

“And you, philosopher,” he said, placing a claw on the man’s neck, “you’re also going to perform longer for me.”

He put another potion on the table for the accountant, who looked at it with confused eyes until the claw cut his skin a bit.

“Of course!” the accountant exclaimed, raising the potion like a toast. “The final corruption! The ultimate price of membership in the crystallized freedom club!”

He drank the potion in one gulp, his mouse squeaking worriedly from the crystal enclosure.

“Now I am TRULY free… to be slave to your forces!”

Ravenspire observed the reactions for a moment, memorizing every detail for future analysis. Then his shadow divided some small parts that entered the ’experiments’ shadows.

“Perfect,” he murmured. “We’ll see gradually if the immunity is real or simply… temporary.”

He vanished again and materialized from shadows next to Kassian, who had been observing everything with distant expression.

“It’s time to return. We’ll take the long route. Dragarion clearly has no rival here anymore, and if he decides to pursue us…”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

Both disappeared, leaving the refuge in disturbing silence.

Klein remained on the ground, feeling something strange beginning to circulate through his system, while Han painfully got up.

The accountant had broken the glass basin with his head, his mouse whispering in his ear as if calming him.

And Klein, unknowingly, was about to discover exactly how deep his newly found immunity ran.