Game World's Awakening-Chapter 135: What happened at that time...

Elliot grabbed his sword and crouched down, agilely waving his sword against Jeff’s left hand.

"Several years ago, you were always one of my father’s best friends. You could have had a great future ahead of you—lots of money and even the protection of a Saint." He smiled, looking at him before continuing. "But you decided to betray him."

"Not only that. But you participated in killing my mother and sister. You were party to a barbarism with the family of the one who once saved you, considered you family, and gave you a place in the world."

"Do you know what that’s called?" he asked.

Jeff looked at him in shock. He couldn’t understand how this man knew all that information, which only a select few people were supposed to know.

But Elliot wasn’t that he knew. He had simply come to that conclusion after thinking about it for so long.

His father was powerful, but he trusted people very easily. So a betrayal is the only thing that would have made him disappear.

Seeing that Jeff didn’t respond, Elliot spoke again.

"That’s called biting the hand of the one who fed you. And ungrateful people are not welcome in this world." He brought his sword closer to Jeff’s hand, but just when Jeff thought it was going to be cut off, the sword took a different course.

"So, how will you thank me for not cutting off your hand? That one over there was more powerful than you, but now he’s dead. So, how will you thank me that you’re alive?"

Jeff gritted his teeth, understanding what he meant.

His mind had been tormenting him for years, anyway. He’d wanted to talk it out for a long time. He needed to get it all out.

"...They... they forced me..." He said through his teeth.

Elliot raised his eyebrows slightly. "They?"

"Yes... they... gray clothing... sometimes black... all their cloaks have a strange logo printed on them, quite large." Although he stuttered a bit, perhaps out of fear or fear of what he was trying to say, he still managed to finish speaking.

Elliot hadn’t expected to get so much information simultaneously, so he urged him to keep talking.

"I didn’t tell you to stop talking. Right now, whether you survive or not depends on the information you can give me."

"I... I really didn’t have much to do with it... Alexander, Roy... the government... Agora... Tree City... Tanafler... the Capital... they all pushed me." His teeth clenched at the memory of that, and he looked desperately at Elliot.

"I had no choice! They would kill me, use me as food!"

"I... I didn’t do anything..." He lowered his head again, watching Elliot’s gaze turn cold.

"I really didn’t do... anything."

His body trembled just thinking about it—the terror he felt when he was forced to do things he didn’t want to, but there were no alternatives.

He would die if someone else didn’t.

But all that...

’...Agora is the central city on a political level of the Coast. Tanafler is one of the highest statuses. That Tree City...’ Elliot looked at Jenna.

She had frowned. "It’s the City of Elves." She said, whispering.

He nodded.

’Why are so many major cities after us? Why was the target of so many powers my father?’ He looked at Jeff.

Rage radiated on his face, and he instinctively swung his sword up and down, thrusting it into his hand.

"AHHH!" his howl of pain echoed, but Elliot silenced it by slamming him to the ground.

The excruciating pain even brought tears to his eyes.

But Elliot simply scoffed.

"Why did they want my father? And why seek out my family to kill them? Tell everything you know." He continued speaking. "My sword is sharp and can easily run through your drug-weakened body. So be direct, if you don’t want to die right now."

Despite the pain he felt, Jeff was able to speak.

"I don’t know why they wanted him. I...I just played mediator. And they wanted to kill the Miss because of her incredible talent they couldn’t..." He suddenly realized he had said something he shouldn’t have, so he shut his mouth quickly.

But Elliot could clearly hear what he had said, so he looked at him. "Couldn’t what?" he asked.

Jeff remained silent.

Elliot then yanked the sword out of his hand, causing him great pain, and swung it at his neck.

"Do you think I’m playing with you?"

But Jeff still wanted to keep quiet about it.

That angered Elliot even more, who prepared to break his leg.

"If you spare my life...I’ll tell you!" shouted Jeff.

Elliot stopped a few inches before accomplishing his task and looked at him.

"Do you think you’re in a position to negotiate?"

"This is important! This is one of the Clark’s biggest secrets!" he roared before Elliot could cut off his leg.

He could already feel the blade of the sword touching his leg and the cold transmitted through his bones. But Elliot stopped in the moment and stared at him.

Naturally, Elliot was interested in what he said earlier and this new thing. The point is... forgiving a traitor, guilty of his father’s disappearance?

’No way...’ he thought.

He quickly seemed to think of something and smiled.

"Fine. I’ll spare your life. What’s more, I’ll let you work for me on a little project I have recently, so you can speak freely, " he said.

Jeff looked him in the eye, somewhat incredulous. "How can I trust you?" he asked.

"Are you insulting me? I am indeed a man of words. Not like others."

"..."

Jeff was silent for a moment. "Give me a guarantee..."

"I’ve already told you I’ll spare your life. Do you want to keep tempting my intellect? I remind you that killing you will make me avenge my father. I’ve been longing for it for years!"

Jeff was silent again. Two minutes passed like that until he spoke again.

"...I will trust you." He spoke.

He had no other choice.

"Good." Elliot smiled and continued. "Feel free to spill that little Clark secret."

"Yes..." He nodded and looked down. "I understand that the plot against you and your family wasn’t started by Alexander, but... by... Old Clark." He spoke.

Elliot stared at him. "My grandfather?" he asked, anger radiating from his words.

There was only one person who was known as ’Old Clark,’ and that was the father of the current Clan Leader and the former Leader, Elliot’s grandfather.

He didn’t know him long before he died, but he was his grandfather, who adored him very much when he was little.

Although he had few memories, how could anyone come to tell him that his grandfather was the one who was behind the death of his sister, mother, and the disappearance of his father?

But Jeff nodded. "Let me talk." He said quickly, noting the anger in Elliot’s words.

Elliot had to keep quiet and hold back the urge to rip this guy’s head off for talking nonsense.

"Old Clark, it seems, longed for the innate talent of... your father. He once discovered a secret ritual that was kept deep in the Clark Ancestral lands and discovered that it served to steal someone’s talent and pass it on to another."

"He...apparently wanted to try it on himself, but it didn’t work. He was too old now, and this could only be done on babies."

"Because of your grandfather’s jealousy of your father, he gradually leaned more and more towards Alexander and Tyler, until you were born." At this point, Jeff was silent for a moment.

He closed his eyes before speaking again.

"...It was then that Old Clark seemed to change his mind. His favorite grandson, who was Tyler, became the newborn Elliot. It is said that he fell in love with his grandson and loved him with all his being...so the stories of...your father...tell." He spoke.

Elliot remembered that. He was still extremely upset by what this bastard was saying, so he nodded. "And I do remember. Thanks to my grandfather, I learned many things. He helped me when others looked down on me as a kid for not having talent."

But Jeff smiled. He seemed to carry mockery in his smile.

"You want to know why? This will hurt you more than me, even if I die after I say it." He said, with a sarcastic tone.

Elliot frowned. For a moment, his mind succumbed to silence.

He didn’t want to think.

His mind didn’t want to connect the dots that gave him clues to everything.

He... was silent even in his mind.

But Jeff, determined to speak, did.

"Your grandfather... actually stole your talent. The greatest Magic Swordsman Loen City has birthed in 100 years really should have been you. But he stole your talent and gave it to Tyler. He was with you because your father would notice if he didn’t meddle."

"Because... How could the son of a man with the potential to be a Saint or more be so weak? How could his talent be so low? If it wasn’t for your grandfather, he would have wondered and looked into you."

"I know. I know, because he once told me. Between whispers, he doubted his father."

"He... the Great Hero of Loen, wanted to kill for the first time when he found out... But... it was too late."

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