God of Tricksters

A few days later.

On the outskirts of Eaveton Castle, the fort that stood tall to protect the second Teleportation Circle in the country, Ben's figure emerged from afar.

A soldier on top of the tower got a sight of him and checked it again with his binocular, finding someone was indeed coming back with a huge wound running from his left shoulder to the right waist. His body was also covered with some smaller wounds that completely covered him with blood.

Confirming his condition, the soldier's heart skipped a beat, wondering how such a person managed to walk in that condition. Even so, he quickly dropped his binoculars and shouted, "Not good. We need a medical team!"

A few minutes later, Ben was sent to a hospital on the other side after his condition stabilized. Due to the concern of having no successor if he died, Endo Lange made his appearance to check Ben Lange's condition.

Endo maintained his cold expression and looked at Ben's body that had been covered with bandages. Although the medicine was enough to close that wound, they still needed to be bandaged to avoid any contact with the air or anything for a while.

Ben weakly laid down on his bed while looking at Endo. "Father…"

Endo narrowed his eyes and asked with an indifferent tone. "What happened?"

Ben simply closed his eyes, knowing that he shouldn't expect some sympathy from this ruthless father. He calmed his heart down and said in anguish. "I… I don't think it's good for us to mess with them anymore."

"This is because your plan is not that good. I have told you not to mess up my plan and this is what you get. I tried to trust you, but you were still a failure."

Ben shook his head calmly and continued, "I will consider myself as one, but this time… It's truly not good. The one who attacked us was the Twelve Daemon."

"!!!" Although he was startled, Endo didn't show any expression on his face. He simply crossed his arms and contemplated.

The Twelve Daemon was a new group of assassins that became famous in recent years due to their extremely powerful members. They were said to have twelve members with someone called Daemon Dragon as their leader. However, no one knew anything about their leader, even the gender.

"I don't know why the Twelve Daemon attacked us, but I'm afraid it's related to those kids… No, should I say your real target, Theodore Griffith?" Ben hesitated for a second before saying, "Maybe the pocket watch is related to Twelve Daemon? Or maybe it's the map to their hideout? They are a very mysterious group with no one who can move them unless they are interested in the mission itself."

Endo knew what would happen if his family was targeted by the Twelve Daemon. Although they wouldn't be enough to destroy the Lange Family, the family would still suffer a huge blow from their attack.

Endo fell silent for a few minutes while Ben began telling the whole story of how the Twelve Daemon ambushed them along with his wounds.

Little did he know, Ben was lying this whole time. The wounds that covered his body were shallow while that big sword mark was made by himself before returning to the castle. The reason he could go back in that condition was due to him exhausting his Magic Power by using Magic Control to prevent any blood from flowing out of his wound… It was just exhaustion.

After a while, Endo finally came to a decision. "I understand."

Ben didn't understand his "I understand" at all, so he tried to rise from the bed only to be struck by the excruciating pain of his recovering wounds.

Surprisingly, his father didn't even flinch when he suddenly dropped to the bed while wailing in pain. He simply stared at him without a single word, wondering if he was an idiot or not.

Ben wasn't convinced and said while enduring his pain. "Father. Please stop! I heard another family was destroyed by them because they picked a fight with the Twelve Daemon. Even the government couldn't find anything about them… We can't have any revenge for the time being and—"

Before he finished his words, Endo already waved his hand, stopping Ben from talking with his Magic Power. He simply looked at him coldly while saying, "It's not your place to talk. Since the Twelve Daemon wants to stop me, fine, I will stop for a while. But don't mind if I break them later…"

"Ye-yes." Ben repeatedly nodded and asked, "I'm afraid this is not over yet. That's why… Can Father spare some elites to protect me while I recover? There is a possibility that the Twelve Daemon is still coming at me."

Endo had considered this in his mind. It took him so long to think because if he gave him elites to protect him, he might need at least ten people. However, for Endo, it also meant that he couldn't do anything for at least one week until Ben recovered completely.

And since this son of his would surely go to the other side again, there would be a possibility of the Twelve Daemon attacking him again.

Unbeknownst to him, this was Ben's main objective. With him unable to order his elite groups and the supervision from other families and government, there was no way he could interfere with Laust and the others anymore, putting a halt to his scheme.

"Fine. I will send some people to protect you for the time being. I don't care if that monkey dies, but you're my successor. I can't afford to have you dying." Endo snorted and turned around, leaving the room with a cold expression.

When he saw Endo leaving the room, he finally felt relaxed, knowing that his mission had been accomplished.

He looked at the ceiling and smiled, 'With this, Father won't interfere with Laust anymore… or at least, there won't be any movement until the Grand Gaia. Laust, this is all I can do for you. Treasure this chance to get stronger. I promise you… Within a few years, we will have a chance to break free from his suppression.'