Rise of the Blood Sovereign

88  Olman and Wan

Lyle was now placed at an impasse.

He couldn't kill the bastard.

If he did that, then he would need to kill not only him, but everyone that had any knowledge of him trying to poison Lyle, and even then, he wouldn't be safe.

The father knew his son hated Lyle, and he didn't really care for it since he held no love for Lyle himself. He had never tried to do anything to Lyle, but he never showed any kind of politeness when meeting Lyle, nor did he try to hide the displeasure he felt from Lyle and the fact that the two of them were ranked the same.

As an older Night Blade, the connections and influence of the man had been vast and Lyle couldn't be compared to him. His strength was also something way above Lyle's own, even before he evolved.

If Lyle was to kill his son, and he found out, then even if he knew that a Shadow was backing Lyle, he would still kill him, that much was certain.

But Lyle also couldn't let things stay the same.

Since the bastard son had already tried to kill him once, then there was no way he wouldn't try again.

Some of the corpses he had found on his property were probably men that he had sent in order to see what kind of defenses Lyle had set up and whether or not he could get some information if they were successful at going around the defenses.

With all of that in mind, Lyle started thinking of a plan as he made his way back to his house.

About an hour later, at another location in the city, inside a mansion.

BAM!

A man slammed his fist down on a table as he stared at the figure in front of him with anger.

09:22

"He simply left the brothel, and that bitch is alive as well?!"

"Y-yes sir, that's correct."

"Did you check the wine?" n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Yes, it has been opened, and two glasses were poured, both of which were empty when our men entered the room after he was gone."

"Are you sure he drank the poison?"

"Well, we never saw it, but it's probably correct, he probably has some sort of immunity toward the poison, it is a paralyzing poison after all."

"Damn it, to think the bastard is immune to it, it cost me a pretty penny to get it too." The man said with anger before getting up and pacing left and right.

"What else can we do, will he go to the brothel again, has he realized what we tried to do?"

"I doubt it, my lord." The man standing near the door suddenly said.

"From the information, we have gathered, he is not one to take kindly to betrayal, the girl would have surely died had he realized that the wine was poisoned."

"Plus, we have already received information that he was granted a vacation thanks to the system's arrival and his completion of the mission, he will definitely stay in the city for a longer period of time, you will have plenty of opportunity to get rid of him."

"Yeah, you're right, you're right Olman." The young man suddenly said with a smile as he sat down.

"With the system arriving, everyone has been weakened, that bastard included."

"Yes, my lord, you will have a chance to get rid of him sooner or later with him staying in the city for a longer period of time now." The servant, Olman said with a wry smile as he bowed to Morn, the young man that was trying to kill Lyle.

Olman suddenly looked at the messenger and motioned him to follow him as he excused himself from the office and left.

"What happened, the poison was supposed to work even against a perfect hybrid." Olman suddenly asked the messenger whose face suddenly started morphing and changed into a middle-aged man that was showing a solemn look.

"I don't know, but we should probably lay low for a while, perhaps leaving this bastard's side would be for the best, at least for now."

"What do you mean leaving?!" Olman suddenly grabbed the man by the collar and pinned him against a wall as he stared at him furiously.

"We have spent years coaxing and getting on the good side of this good-for-nothing bastard, and now, now that we have finally been able to get to this point, to actually get him to make a move against the Shade, you want us to leave?!" Olman scowled at the man who stared at him with a serious expression.

"None of that will matter if that bastard finds out what has happened and comes here, do you honestly believe that we can survive, huh?!" The man asked Olman as the latter scoffed before looking down and letting go of him.

"Dammit, all that time spent placating this little bastard in order to have our revenge, and we have to stop, and when we are so close?!"

"We will have another chance, as long as we live, there will be a chance for us to take revenge, especially now, with the system existing, we no longer have to rely on anyone else in order to grow stronger, we can do all of it by ourselves." The man spoke calmly as Olman nodded before following after him.

"When do we leave?"

"Preferably right now." The man answered as Olman nodded at him before going to his room that was adjacent to the man's.

"Wan, we will have our revenge, right?" Olman asked Wan as the latter nodded at him before they entered their respective rooms.

The two took their things and started packing, aware that they will probably never come back here again. Years of hard work and kissing the ass of Morn who already had a grudge against Lyle simply because the latter was more talented than him.

Olman saw a chance and started working. He made sure to always remind Morn of how talented he was and that Lyle was only lucky and had managed to come across a multitude of fruitful and lucky encounters to get to where he was right now.

Olman was always a charismatic person, and he used all the charisma he had in order to make Morn like him and he was soon working as his right-hand man, often doing the dirty work of the young man and getting rid of any that annoyed him.

Olman spent years slowly fueling the fire and making Morn turn his dislike of Lyle to complete and utter hatred. Morn had started despising Lyle and believed that he had taken everything he deserved.

Even his own father, who didn't like Lyle at all, would never say a bad thing when it came to Lyle's professionalism and talent. He would sometimes even compare the two and never did he give Morn any kind of compliment and would often criticize him.

Sometimes it was because of his manners and character, and sometimes his talent, or the lack of it. Other times it was because Morn had poorly done a mission or because he was caught with a prostitute in his mansion and his father had to work behind the scenes in order for others not to learn of those things.

Morn, however, started despising his own father as well. The constant criticism and reminder that he was below Lyle at everything made him hate both men. Olman never dared fuel those flames as he knew that Morn's father was something completely different compared to his son and that working against him would only bring him an early death.

He tried his best to placate Morn and to make him understand his father and ease the tension, which is probably the only reason the father let him continue working for Morn as he could see that the man was trying his best in order to improve their relationship.

Had he been aware that Olman was making Morn hate Lyle more and more and that he had a personal vendetta against Lyle, he would have probably killed him as soon as possible in order to not fuel those flames any longer.

Wan was a person that didn't speak that much and thus, Morn had no idea what he even looked like.

He had an ability that allowed him to transform his face into any person, and he used it to its fullest and mostly worked as a spy for the young man, or to better be said, for Olman who was the only person that knew his identity amongst all the servants that Morn had.

Together, they slowly built up a small force under Morn that was somewhat loyal to them. There were no Bronze Knights amongst any of them, only Morn possessed such power.

With their lackeys, they slowly took over some areas of the city, none being important of course. They improved their strength and slowly started making money thanks to some small shops that were paying them protection.

All of that would end today, however.

As Wan had just learned, getting on Lyle's bad side was never a good thing.

The man stood frozen in his room as a dagger was placed on his throat.