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Chapter 825: There Is Someone Behind The Scenes · Oct 12, 2026

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801 Chapter 801: The Strange Student 2026-10-12
802 Chapter 802: The Preparation 2026-10-12
803 Chapter 803: Wait For It... 2026-10-12
804 Chapter 804: A Boring Duel 2026-10-12
805 Chapter 805: Bound To Lose 2026-10-12
806 Chapter 806: The One Above All—Abs 2026-10-12
807 Chapter 807: The Eclipsing Dread 2026-10-12
808 Chapter 808: Do You Yield? 2026-10-12
809 Chapter 809: The Prince Of Insects [part 1] 2026-10-12
810 Chapter 810: The Prince Of Insects [part 2] 2026-10-12
811 Chapter 811: Easiest Defeat 2026-10-12
812 Chapter 812: Burning Storm [part 1] 2026-10-12
813 Chapter 813: Burning Storm [part 2] 2026-10-12
814 Chapter 814: The Loss Of Lithia 2026-10-12
815 Chapter 815: Stimulants 2026-10-12
816 Chapter 816: The Tide Is Coming... 2026-10-12
817 Chapter 817: Tsunami Of An Abomination 2026-10-12
818 Chapter 818: The Catastrophic Tsunami [part 1] 2026-10-12
819 Chapter 819: The Catastrophic Tsunami [part 2] 2026-10-12
820 Chapter 820: A Profane Recipe 2026-10-12
821 Chapter 821: Victory: Delayed Defeat 2026-10-12
822 Chapter 822: Colors of Victory 2026-10-12
823 Chapter 823: Recount of The Void Summons 2026-10-12
824 Chapter 824: A Bond 2026-10-12
825 Chapter 825: There Is Someone Behind The Scenes 2026-10-12
826 Chapter 826: A Single Wish 2026-10-12
827 Chapter 827: Social Recluse 2026-10-12
828 Chapter 828: Disastrous 2026-10-12
829 Chapter 829: Chalice And Breeches 2026-10-12
830 Chapter 830: Be Careful What You Wish For 2026-10-12
831 Chapter 831: Self Reproach 2026-10-12
832 Chapter 832: The Feverish Girl 2026-10-12
833 Chapter 833: Deception 2026-10-12
834 Chapter 834: The Cost of Underestimation 2026-10-12
835 Chapter 835: Hollow And Empty 2026-10-12
836 Chapter 836: Damn Paragon 2026-10-12
837 Chapter 837: The Round-Table Meeting [part 1] 2026-10-12
838 Chapter 838: The Round Table Meeting [part 2] 2026-10-12
839 Chapter 839: Iltis [part 1] 2026-10-12
840 Chapter 840: Ilitis [part 2] 2026-10-12
841 Chapter 841: Responsibility And Preservation 2026-10-12
842 Chapter 842: Wrath Of A Paragon 2026-10-12
843 Chapter 843: Escape Plan 2026-10-12
844 Chapter 844: Final Verdict 2026-10-12
845 Chapter 845: Roma 2026-10-12
846 Chapter 846: Compassion Or Pragmatism 2026-10-12
847 Chapter 847: A Figure Of Resilience 2026-10-12
848 Chapter 848: Reflection 2026-10-12
849 Chapter 849: Illusionary Haven 2026-10-12
850 Chapter 850: Strange Phenomenon 2026-10-12

Chapter 825: There Is Someone Behind The Scenes

After finishing with his void summons, Northern did not return to the vicinity of Lithia—at least, not in mind.

Instead, his consciousness drifted to Verulania, the estate where the students were gathered. By the time he arrived, his clone was already inside, pretending to be asleep. Or was it actually asleep?

If Northern commanded it to rest, it probably would.

Taking control of his clone, he sat up and glanced out the window.

Tonight, the moonlight was especially bright. Both celestial bodies gazed upon him, as if the personification of the stars had borrowed a brilliant pair of goggles to survey the world.

A cold wind rushed through the open window, filling the room with an icy bite. He didn’t recall closing it—not since the last time he had stepped out to meet the mercenaries.

His thoughts wandered to them.

All of them were dead.

Except for Roma.

Roma, too, would have been dead if not for him. And for what?

A small frown settled on his face. He wasn’t the type to dwell on others once they were gone, but it seemed the infection that plagued Roma had somehow spread to him as well.

With a silent step, Northern leaped through the window, vanishing into the night. His figure blurred across the sky, a streak of motion, before he landed lightly in a familiar place.

The shop was just closing down.

A tall, slim man—his formal attire slightly disheveled, sleeves rolled up—was locking the double doors.

He turned, and upon seeing the figure before him, staggered back.

The young man standing in front of him wore a white mask, its foxy-shaped eyes gleaming in the dim light.

”I’m glad you remember.”

Northern’s voice was cold. Detached. Perhaps with a hint of demented glee.

The man trembled slightly, forcing a pleased smile.

”Oh! Young Drifter, you have returned. I did not expect you back so soon?!”

His grin widened, but it was strained—he was working hard to sell it.

”Returned?” Northern tilted his head slightly. ”No, I haven’t returned yet.”

He stepped forward, his blue eyes gleaming wickedly beneath the mask.

”But I did reach Lithia... with the soul essence stimulants you gave me.”

Northern leaned in closer, his voice lowering.

”Isn’t that surprising?”

The man’s eyes widened—just for a moment—before he quickly schooled his expression. He grinned again, but anxiety was already pulling at the corners of his features, twisting them unnaturally.

”S-Surprising? No! Not at all!!” he stammered. ”I had so much hope in you, Young Drifter! I needed you—”

Northern’s hand shot forward, seizing the man’s throat.

His grip tightened.

Slowly, he lifted him off the ground.

The man gasped, clawing at Northern’s wrist, his legs shaking as his face drained of color.

Northern’s voice was different now—colder, sharper, dangerous.

”Do you think I’m playing games with you?” he murmured. ”What were you thinking? You sent me to a place where death was certain. Even if I entered, you knew I wouldn’t be able to leave.”

The man’s fingers dug into Northern’s arm, but it was useless. His vision blurred, black edges creeping in as his throat constricted.

Then—suddenly—Northern released him.

The man collapsed in a heap, gasping, coughing violently at his feet.

Northern watched him with quiet disdain.

”I’m listening,” he said darkly. ”Weave me a tale of absurdity. The best you can find.”

The man, still panting, looked up at him.

His breath came in ragged bursts, his lungs trying to catch up with his fear. After a few moments, he managed to steady himself.

”I swear, sir... it is not a tale,” he rasped. ”Nor is it absurd.”

Northern remained still, impassive.

The shopkeeper swallowed hard, feeling his face on the verge of breaking apart.

”The stimulants... they were very important,” he said. ”I told you—I’m a broker. Someone offered me a certain prize to ensure they reached Lithia.”

His voice steadied slightly as he continued.

”The man came with the goods. He told me what was inside them. He explained their importance—and he enlightened me about the blockade.”

He exhaled shakily.

”And he insisted,” the shopkeeper added, voice lowering, ”that I make sure everyone joined the caravan... especially those who were too curious about the blockade.”

Northern shifted slightly.

The cold light in his eyes gleamed brighter, and the air around the shopkeeper thickened with an unnatural chill. It wasn’t the winter night’s wind—this coldness felt like it could tear him apart.

Within his mind, Northern’s thoughts bubbled, his pupils subtly dilating.

Someone knew he would approach.

Someone had anticipated his movements but had chosen not to give the shopkeeper all the details.

His gaze darkened as he focused on the trembling man before him.

”And how many people came to you, curious about the blockade?”

The shopkeeper hesitated, glancing at Northern very briefly before averting his gaze.

It wasn’t his words that answered Northern—it was his silence.

”...Me only.”

The shopkeeper shuddered.

”I found it strange when you came inquiring, but at the same time... I was compelled to do as he said. To report to him.”

Northern materialized the Illusioned Hefter.

Without hesitation, he drove the blade into the shopkeeper’s hand, the steel sliding effortlessly through his muscles.

A muffled, guttural groan escaped the man’s lips as he writhed beneath him.

Pain shot through every fiber of his being, but Northern’s voice cut through it with eerie calm.

”So... who is this person?”

He knew the weight of this question. That was why he accompanied it with suffering—so the man would understand.

Killing him would be too easy.

And from the way the shopkeeper’s body convulsed, the message had been received.

His entire arm trembled as agony surged through him. He gritted his teeth, suppressing another cry, and forced his lips to move.

”The man... he called himself...”

The words stalled.

The shopkeeper’s expression twisted—his focus lost, as though he was reaching into an lightless plain of thought to grasp something that had never been there.

For a brief moment, the name had been at the edge of his memory. But now, as he tried to say it—it was gone.

Northern’s eyes narrowed.

”He called himself what?”

The man swallowed thickly, sweat beading on his forehead.

”He called himself...”

His voice faded. Again, nothing.

Northern watched him closely—not just his face, but his soul.

And that was why he knew—this wasn’t an act.

The man genuinely could not remember.

”What did his face look like?”

The shopkeeper frowned slightly, his gaze lowering as he struggled to recall.

But it was the same.

No—worse.

Not only could he not remember... it felt as though he had never known at all.

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