am-books Chapter 151 - 151: Panic at the Borgias
Chapter 151 - 151: Panic at the Borgias
In the grand hall of the Borgias Family estate, tension hung in the air like a thick, oppressive fog.
The estate, a sprawling mansion of gothic architecture, sat atop a hill, casting a shadow over the vast lands it controlled.
The halls, usually filled with servants and members of the Borgias lineage, now felt like a mausoleum.
The family had gathered, each of them filled with anxiety, whispers echoing through the chamber.
At the head of the long dining table sat Lyuzen Borgias, the current head of the family.
His eyes darted toward the grand doors every few seconds, as if expecting them to burst open at any moment with news.
His normally composed face was twisted with worry, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Where is the ancestor?!" one of the younger members, a man named Julian, exclaimed, pacing back and forth near the fireplace.
His voice cracked with fear.
"He should have returned by now! It's been hours! He went after Lyerin—this shouldn't have taken this long!"
Across the room, Isabella, one of the more influential members of the Borgias clan, was biting her lip, her sharp eyes narrowing with every passing minute.
"We sent the grand ancestor himself. Do you understand what that means? The man has never failed in his tasks. Not once. If even he cannot be contacted… What in the world has happened?"
Another voice, more shrill than the others, chimed in. "What if Lyerin… What if he…" It was Caterina, a distant cousin who rarely spoke up, but now her voice trembled. "What if Lyerin killed him? What if—"
"Nonsense!"
Lyuzen barked, slamming his fist onto the table. The room fell silent, save for the crackling of the fire.
"You think a mere upstart like Lyerin could best our grand ancestor? The grand ancestor have lived for over three hundred years! He's a seventh-cycle peak mana user, the peak of his power! Lyerin, no matter his secrets, cannot possibly defeat someone like him."
"But Lyerin is not normal, Lyuzen!" Julian shot back, his voice rising. "We know that! He has more than just power—he has knowledge, forbidden knowledge. He has ancient artifacts, things we've only heard about in myths. How do we know what kind of trap he might have set?"
Isabella leaned forward, her fingers steepled in front of her.
"He does have connections to strange forces, and it's as if he's always been two steps ahead of us. Every time we think we have him cornered, he slips away. And now, the ancestor is missing. You have to consider the possibility that Lyerin is far more dangerous than we gave him credit for."
A murmur of agreement spread through the room.
Lyuzen clenched his teeth. He didn't want to believe it—he couldn't believe that Lyerin, the rogue son, who should have served the Borgias Family, could ever be strong enough to overcome the grand ancestor. But deep down, the uncertainty gnawed at him.
"We should send out a
All they knew was that whatever was happening, it had something to do with their grand ancestor not coming back. And it was far worse than anything they had ever imagined.