Chapter 2561

Oakley went numb. "What's happening? Why does everything look upside down? This... This is..." His body was lying in a pool of blood. Then, with a final curse, Oakley fell silent forever.

Silence filled the air, but Fogort seemed indifferent to the other two's deaths.

"Like moths drawn to a flame."

Just then, Clint called out to Fogort.

"Stop right there! You-"

"Come on, let's just pretend I was never here, alright?" Fogort suggested as if brushing off the gravity of the situation.

"No way!" Clint prepared to attack again, but Casimir stopped him.

"Fogort, I remember you. You're the disciple of Path Master Mireu, aren't you?"

"That's right."

"So, are you eyeing my position too?"

Fogort quickly shook his head.

"Of course not. Even if you gave me 800 lives, I wouldn't dare to covet your position."

"Then, why did you come to Hydra Hill this time?"

"I, for one, am descending the mountain to train and hone my skills. To answer honestly, I find it... enjoyable."

"Enjoyable? Enjoyable enough to take the life of one of my disciples? Is that what you call enjoyable?"

"That disciple's name is Linden, right? Let me be frank. We both know his fate well. He'll never become the successor of the Heavenly Master of Hydra Hill. You should return those things to him and let him go back to the mortal world. That would be the right choice.

"As expected, you're indeed a true master for choosing to let it go. I admire that, truly."

"How much do you know about that thing on the mountain?"

"Based on the array we just witnessed, how much do you think I've grasped of that mysterious technique that the old masters up on Goodspear Mountain refuse to discuss?"

"Very well. It seems heroes do emerge from youth."

“Father Hay, I'll take my leave now. Consider this my explanation to you. If you need to speak with me, just call."

"You're quite good at evading, kid. I'll remember you."

...

After Fogort left, Clint started, "So, we..."

Nash immediately signaled for him to remain silent.

Just then, Linden appeared and knelt before Casimir.

"I'm sorry, Father Hay. I can't follow your wishes and inherit the position."

"Oh? How peculiar," Casimir responded. "Some people break their necks trying to inherit the position, yet you're unwilling. Is it because you find it distasteful?" Linden shook his head sincerely. "No, inheriting the position of the Heavenly Master of Hydra Hill is an incredibly honorable opportunity. However, Hydra Hill has always been passed down through the orthodox lineage, and so has the legacy of the Heavenly Master.

"My abilities do not come from your teachings, Father Hay. I fear I can't convince the others nor the ancestors."

"Well, child, I see you have quite a way with words. So, what do you plan to do?"

"If possible, please consider me dead. I'll return Amulet Glory and ask you to fulfill my wish."

"Are you saying you want to leave Hydra Hill?"

"That's right. I died on this mountain and should not be walking around simply."

"Your fellow disciples miss you very much."

"They miss Linden, not this monster filled with foreign demonic power that I have become."

"Is that really what you think?"

"Indeed, Father Hay. I sincerely ask for your forgiveness."