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Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) · Oct 04, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-10-04
302 Chapter 302 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-10-04
303 Chapter 303 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-10-04
304 Chapter 304 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-10-04
305 Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-10-04
306 Chapter 306 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-10-04
307 Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-10-04
308 Chapter 308 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-10-04
309 Chapter 309 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-10-04
310 Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-10-04
311 Chapter 311 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-10-04
312 Chapter 312 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-10-04
313 Chapter 313 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-10-04
314 Chapter 314 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-10-04
315 Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-10-04
316 Chapter 316 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-10-04
317 Chapter 317 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-10-04
318 Chapter 318 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-10-04
319 Chapter 319 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-10-04
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-10-04
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-10-04
322 Chapter 322: The Heirʼs Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-10-04
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-10-04
324 Chapter 324: The Devilʼs Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-10-04
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-10-04
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-10-04
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-10-04
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-10-04
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-10-04
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-10-04
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-10-04
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-10-04
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-10-04
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-10-04
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-10-04
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-10-04
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-10-04
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-10-04
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-10-04
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-10-04
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-10-04
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-10-04
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-10-04
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-10-04
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-10-04
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-10-04
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-10-04
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-10-04
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-10-04
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-10-04

Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 )

Garius set down his drink and looked at Gilmon.

His expression was calm—but his eyes held a sharp glint.

”By the way, Gilmon.”

Gilmon paused mid-bite, glancing up.

”Yeah?”

Garius leaned forward slightly.

”Ensure His Majestyʼs safety.”

The room went silent.

Garius smirked slightly, resting his chin on his hand.

”I still havenʼt had the chance to fight him in a duel.”

Gilmon blinked.

Then he let out a small chuckle.

”Even after all these years, you still want to challenge him?”

Garius grinned.

”Of course. I donʼt care if heʼs a king. He still owes me a proper match.”

His grin faded slightly.

Then—his tone turned serious.

”So make sure his Majesty and his family remain safe.”

Garius tapped his fingers against the table.

”Donʼt ever let the enemy slip in.”

Gilmon narrowed his eyes.

”…Youʼre expecting something, arenʼt you?”

Garius chuckled softly.

”Call it instinct.”

He picked up his drink again but didnʼt sip.

”His ʼrelativesʼ will try something. You know that as well as I do.”

Gilmon exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples.

”Haaah… Damn nobles.”

Garius finally took a sip, his smirk returning.

”Thatʼs why youʼre there, right?”

Gilmon sighed but nodded.

”Fine. Iʼll double the security.”

Because he already knew—

If Garius was concerned about something…

Then it was only a matter of time before it became reality.

Garius set his glass down, locking eyes with Gilmon.

His usual smirk was gone.

Instead—his voice carried quiet authority.

”And if… if something really happens…”

The room fell completely silent.

Even the ministers—who had been merely observers—held their breath.

Garius continued, his tone firm.

”…Donʼt hesitate to ask for my help.”

Gilmon stared at him, then slowly nodded.

”…Iʼll keep that in mind.”

But Garius wasnʼt finished.

He leaned back slightly, folding his arms.

”Also.”

Gilmon raised an eyebrow.

Garius paused for a moment, then smirked slightly.

”Inform Arnold.”

The mention of the name made a few ministers stir.

Because everyone knew Arnold.

The noble headmaster.

The man who had challenged Garius countless times—only to always lose.

A respected figure.

A man of principle.

A stubborn fool—but an honest one.

”Tell him that if that ʼthingʼ happens—

He should do his best to secure it.”

Gilmonʼs eyes darkened.

”And if he canʼt?”

Garius grinned slightly, but his next words were deadly serious.

”Then tell him to rush to Armand territory.”

The implication was clear.

If Arnold had to run—

It meant the kingdom itself was no longer safe.

Gilmon exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples.

”Haaah… You really do think somethingʼs coming, donʼt you?”

Garius just smiled.

Alf and Erinnete immediately stiffened, their expressions turning serious.

Because they understood.

Whatever ”that thing” was—it wasnʼt just a simple problem.

Garius ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply.

”Haaah… If only Arnold had listened to me from the start.”

His voice carried a rare hint of frustration.

He leaned forward, fingers tapping against the wooden table.

”I told him—no, I warned him—to lock it away in my territory.”

His eyes narrowed.

”Yet both he and Edmund insisted it was ʼunder control.ʼ”

Alf crossed his arms, frowning.

”…And now you think itʼs slipping out of their grasp?”

Garius didnʼt answer immediately.

Instead—he swirled his drink in his glass.

After a long pause—he spoke.

”Letʼs just say… Iʼm preparing for the worst.”

His voice was calm. Too calm.

And that made the weight of his words even heavier.

After the meeting ended, Garius rose from his seat, stretching slightly.

He slowly made his way toward his private room, his steps steady and unhurried.

Accompanying him—Alf, Erinnete, and Hesbeirn followed silently.

The weight of unspoken thoughts hung in the air.

As they approached the hallway, Garius glanced at the elite guards stationed nearby.

Despite his usual relaxed demeanor—his eyes were sharp. Focused.

Then, with a small smile, he spoke.

”Call Rasdingen here.”

The guards saluted immediately.

”At once, my lord.”

Garius took a few more steps before adding—

”And bring Eridith.”

Alf raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing.

Hesbeirn glanced at Erinnete, who only nodded.

Garius paused in front of the door to his private room.

Then—his gaze turned sharp.

”…Along with Fransesca.”

The command was given.

The guards immediately moved to summon the requested individuals.

Because whatever this meeting was about—

It wasnʼt just a simple discussion.

It was a gathering of Armandʼs strongest minds.

A preparation for something bigger.

Something only Garius could see coming.

Garius sat at the head of the table, his fingers lightly tapping against the wood.

Everyone was now inside—Alf, Erinnete, Hesbeirn, Rasdingen, Eridith, and Fransesca.

The air was heavy.

Garius leaned forward slightly.

”Alf. Report.”

Alf stepped forward, his usual composed expression even more serious than usual.

”According to our investigation, the Sword Heroʼs body was nowhere to be found.”

The room fell silent.

Even though they had expected it—hearing it confirmed still left an uneasy feeling.

Alf continued.

”And his sword… itʼs missing too.”

They all knew what this meant.

The other summoned heroes? Completely annihilated.

Javier—in his uncontrollable rage—had wiped them out alone.

But now—one survived.

And not just any survivor.

The leader. The Sword Hero.

Garius leaned back, exhaling slowly.

”Looks like ʼsheʼ ensured the last hero survived.”

A certain name was left unspoken.

A certain ʼgoddessʼ who had meddled in this world far too much.

A soft, beautiful smile formed on Fransescaʼs lips.

But—

The air in the room grew heavy.

Dark. Oppressive.

The space itself seemed to tremble under the sheer weight of her presence.

She didnʼt speak.

She didnʼt need to.

Because everyone could feel it.

Fransesca—the gentle, loving mother. The kind and elegant countess.

Was furious.

The air in the room felt heavier.

Fransesca slowly opened her eyes, her gentle smile never fading—yet the sheer presence radiating from her was suffocating.

Then—she spoke.

”Those lowly spirits…”

Her voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight.

”Pretending to be gods. Lying to the people. Twisting their faith into chains of obedience.”

She picked up her cup of tea, swirling it idly before continuing.

”They deceive the masses into believing they hold true power… when in reality, they are nothing more than arrogant little spirits, clinging to stolen authority.”

Fransesca took a slow sip of her tea before setting the cup down.

Her eyes glowed faintly.

”They are the ones who created the Saint of Three Gods… the ones who have led people astray for generations. The ones who plant war and suffering wherever they walk—claiming it is ʼdivine will.ʼ”

She tilted her head slightly, as if amused.

”And now… they truly believe they hold dominion over everything?”

Her voice dropped lower, softer—yet every word seemed to carry an unavoidable conclusion.

”All three of them?”

The room was silent.

Not out of fear.

But because every single person present understood—

Fransesca wasnʼt asking a question.

She was issuing a warning.

A warning to those so-called ʼgoddessesʼ who dared to toy with her family, her people… her world.

Because if they truly thought they were untouchable—

Then they were gravely mistaken.

( End of Chapter )

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