Building My SSS-Rank Universal Empire: From Trash to Cosmic Overlord-Chapter 151: How?

Tiber was serious. "I also heard that the Golden Knight has been named the Clan’s Lord Lieutenant."

Vale’s eyes twitched. The position of the Clan’s Lord Lieutenant is one where they are responsible for the protection of the Clan leader and his capital. It’s a position of power—a very strong one.

’So the old man finally chose him as his heir... but now that I’m back in the picture, I wonder what will happen next...’

"Is that so," Vale said.

Frexon looked at Vale for a long time and shook his head. "Are you really Vale Athrimir?"

"Yes."

"I don’t believe you."

"Don’t worry. I will prove it."

"How?"

At this point, Vale grimaced, then sighed. "Well... I don’t know."

"Can’t you write to your father and tell him to send people over that will carry proof or something like that?" Slya asked.

"I was exiled. He’ll probably send assassins after me when he learns that I’m still alive. Yes, now that the news is out, you should watch out for assassins as well. Either way, some people will send assassins after me."

Now that the news is out, the different factions in the court will either want him dead... or use him.

They became quiet after hearing him say that. All of them were thinking of a way out of this. Seven days, and Vale might actually die.

After a while, Slya said, her eyes flickering to Frexon, "I guess you have some kind of plan, and that’s why you brought him along."

Vale leaned back in his seat. "Yes, that’s right. But he’s only a guide, though. What do you guys think of turning one Flagbearer against the others? Let’s say one of the Flagbearers supports me—do you think Scuffed Bones and the remaining will still come for my head?"

They thought about it, and Tiber shook his head. "The information I know about the Flagbearers is that they don’t push for all-out war with each other. So if one of them supports you, I’m sure the others will apply pressure but ultimately not fight that hard.

"But they’ll kill you if they have the chance."

Leaning against the wall, Frexon sneered. "Right. Do you think any Flagbearer will support you? They all know what you did in the second layer. Unless they’re the one who was supporting you before?"

Vale stared at him flatly. "Nice try, but no one is backing me. But enough of all this. Frexon, I have something to deal with first, you will make use of your portal."

Frexon froze at Vale’s tone. His face twitched, then he took a deep breath as he remembered that it was his master’s orders. ’But I can’t wait to get my hands around his neck.’

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Moments later, Frexon returned with a cowering Wolf in hand and dropped the man unceremoniously to the ground. Wolf looked up, saw Vale, and flinched. He crawled backward until he ran into the shelf.

"Please, please... I was only doing my job! I didn’t do anything intentionally. You can’t punish me!"

Vale looked at him. "Who said I’m going to punish you?"

Wolf’s eyes widened, and he began to cry. Snot and tears mixed together on his cheeks. "Please don’t kill me. I’ll do anything you want." He crawled forward. "Captain Frexon, help! This is the Scuffed Bones... you can’t kill me!"

Slya scowled, and a sword appeared in her hand. "He’s disturbing me with his shouting, Vale."

Vale stared at the man, and his body almost twitched in remembrance of the pain that was inflicted on it. He wanted to kill him immediately, but that was too simple. "Tiber, can you lock him inside a nightmare?"

"I can. He’s a Squire rank, after all." Tiber stood and walked closer to Wolf, who shrank back in fear, looking from Vale to Tiber.

His eyes darkened, and a pulse of essence flowed from him. Wolf’s eyes rolled in their sockets and closed as he slumped to the ground. The next minute, he began to twitch, his limbs jerking around as if he was trying to escape from something.

Tiber looked back at Vale, his eyes clear. "It’s done. He can’t escape it unless someone frees him, but even then, his mind would likely never be the same."

"He’s a twisted creature already. Alright, Frexon, it’s your turn again. Return the man, put him in the darkest prison you can find, and forget about it."

Frexon looked at the jerking Wolf and then at Tiber. Finally, he looked at Vale. "Master Sevrix won’t like this."

Vale smiled. "I know. But I still have a grace of seven days. Or do you really want to harm the young master of Athrimir?"

Frexon gritted his teeth, then he fell into a portal together with Wolf.

Slya chuckled. "You’re really stepping on their toes."

"I did too little for what they did. Maybe I’ll do my own back someday, fully. And this ’young master’ shit won’t last. Even if I prove it, they’re still going to try and kill me anyway. They just won’t do it themselves or risk being traced back to it."

"Then what are you going to do, Vale?" Tiber asked.

"Since I can’t prove anything, then the only thing that remains is to get support from the Flagbearers. I believe they have methods to prove who I am, they already have strong, established contacts back home."

He sighed. "But the only question is if they really want to support me."

Frexon returned in a flash, but he was ignored.

Tiber was silent for a bit, and then he asked, "Support you about what?"

As far as they knew, Vale didn’t plan on revealing his name when he came to the Borderlands, so what were they going to support him for? Being the young master? Wouldn’t it be better to find an escort for him and send him back home?

Vale leaned back in his seat and smiled. "Why, now that everything’s out, the only thing remaining is for me to be the Commander of the Borderlands."

Frexon groaned. "You’ve finally passed insanity... you’ve unlocked a whole new level of madness. A new shade!"

Slya and Tiber were silent, their faces serious. They didn’t doubt him. They were beginning to know Vale. The only thing they asked was, "How?"