Daneel, on the other hand, went back to his thoughts.

Clearly, Sister Xuan had made the veiled statement that she would be keeping her eye on him.

Why was she doing this? The Matron had dismissed his feats by attributing them to some sort of "inheritance" which he had never heard of before. Why wasn't this woman accepting that explanation?

Regardless, he decided to stay low-key and make sure that he wouldn't expose too much. After all, the system had to stay secret at all costs.

The trio had already entered the room, so Daneel started to act as the namesake he had just acquired and placed his hand on Faxul's forehead before activating the healing technique.

Seeing the surface wounds healing at a remarkable pace, Elanev asked in an astonished tone, "Since when have you become such a skilled healer?"

Closing his eyes in mock concentration for a few seconds, Daneel made sure that Faxul would at least be able to move without difficulty before taking his hand off and saying, "A lot has changed in the time when you were away. You think you were the only one learning new skills?"

Chuckling in response, Elanev watched as Daneel conjured a globe of water and fed it to Faxul before splas.h.i.+ng a little on his face.

Sputtering and getting up, Faxul first looked around with a blank expression on his face before realizing where he was.

"Daneel! Where's the old man?!"

This was the first question that came out of Faxul's mouth.

After all, according to their original plan, Daneel would only keep the old man at bay while giving Faxul the chance to win. After winning, he would bond with the protector Raven and use the army and the Warrior-level beast to reinforce Daneel as soon as possible.

Hence, the fact that Daneel was here shocked him.

"It's a long story, but the short version is that he is dead. You only need to worry about bonding with the Raven and ascending the Throne now."

"He's – dead? Just like that?"

Seeing Daneel nod, Faxul felt a storm of emotions a.s.sault his mind.

The root cause of his decades of suffering … was actually dead?

The satisfaction that he should have felt before when he killed Tenebrol came to him now.

Still sitting on the chair where he had been placed by Elanev, he closed his eyes and let the tears flow.

Although he hadn't had a hand in killing the old man, it didn't change the fact that revenge had been obtained.

Finally, he would be able to let go of all the weighty emotions he had been carrying with him all this time.

Daneel, who was watching his friend show more emotion than he ever had in his life, felt something stirring in him.

It was happiness.

This feeling of doing something to help let someone let go of something that had been haunting them for years was truly something else.

He had changed someone's life!

Although he had done the same when he executed the n.o.bles, he hadn't been in a position then to understand their feelings firsthand.

Now, having the opportunity to do so, he let himself feel the bliss that came from seeing the results of his actions.

This incident served to reinforce the conviction in him that his true pa.s.sion was, indeed, to help people.

No matter if he had to drench his hands in the blood of hundreds or even thousands, he wouldn't flinch.

Ruthlessness might weigh him down with guilt, but he would keep going while keeping moments like these in his mind.

Whether his path led to World Domination or not, he would make sure that it would be filled with the joy of those who placed trust in him.

As he fixed these thoughts deep inside his mind, Faxul got up from the chair and wiped his eyes.

Walking to the door, he said, "Let's go. I have a Throne to ascend."

…..

Meanwhile, in a room near the Throne Room of the Black Raven Kingdom.

Seated around a table were 10 people who all had solemn expressions on their faces.

It seemed as if they were waiting for someone, and true enough, after a few seconds, a knock sounded on the door.

One of the 10 who seemed the youngest among them stood up to open the door and take the parchment that was presented.

Walking back to the table, he went through it and pa.s.sed it to the side with an ashen expression on his face.

As the parchment made the rounds in silence, one woman who had a scar across her forehead finally couldn't take it anymore and banged the table in frustration.

"HOW CAN WE NOT FIND THE PROTECTOR RAVEN? AND HOW CAN ALL THE TRINKETS WE HAVE FOR CONNECTING WITH RAVENS BE DESTROYED?!"

Sighing deeply, a man whose arm was missing answered.

"All of them became useless a few minutes ago. Someone was able to get to all of them and place some sort of trap which has been triggered. The main culprit is, of course, that mage that the King, ahem, previous King appointed. Everyone, I propose that we use the emergency clause and appoint this contender as the King directly before telling him about the matter. Do I have a consensus?"