Chapter 380: The One-Sighted Seer (2)

Absolute silence settled on them like a heavy blanket.

Leandra, Mirel, and Bakar stared at Lucivar—with a mixture of emotions, but the prominent one that gnawed on them was sheer confusion. None of them understood what Lucivar was saying. To them, he was speaking nonsense.

But still, questions emerged in their minds.

Wasn’t the plan from the start to confront Master Tobias about Bob and Ravenna?

What does Lucivar mean by saying Master Tobias was behind all the good and the bad in their lives?

How did he come to that conclusion?

But one thing was for sure: it seemed like Master Tobias’ fault was deeper than they anticipated.

And from the look on Lucivar’s face right now, he was certain about his position.

“It was you who told Horus’ avatar to attack us. You who was behind Caldaros’ existence. You who told Professor Aeldric about me being an Angel Hybrid.” Lucivar continued, listing all the things that were passed as odd occurrences by him, which now turn out to be Master Tobias’ doings. “Dare I say you’re also the one behind me being chosen as a sacrifice by the Ashbourne House? So that you can play the white knight and save me?”

Once again, Leandra and the others were stunned at what Lucivar said.

Surely what he was saying was false, right?

All three of them turned to Master Tobias, asking him through their gazes whether it was true or not.

Most wanted him to deny what Lucivar accused him of.

Just like earlier, he must have an excuse that would explain himself.

Leandra, in particular, silently prayed it wasn’t true.

Desperate that it wasn’t true because if it was, the defense that someone was setting Master Tobias up would crumble instantly. No one could be framing him if the accusations dated all the way back, when Lucivar was first discovered.

Lucivar skimmed the room, looking at the others one by one, and then scoffed.

“Is that also the same tactic you used on hooking them up to your ‘family’?” He asked in disbelief.

Silence enveloped them again.

All eyes were fixed on Master Tobias, who was staring at Lucivar with a blank expression.

It was almost as if he couldn’t feel the crushing tension lingering in the air right now.

Finally, after a tense silence that lasted seconds but felt like an eternity, Master Tobias opened his mouth.

“May I ask how you came to that conclusion?” He asked.

Despite knowing all the answers to all of them, his eyes were only fixated on Lucivar alone.

“Ciri,” Lucivar mentioned the name loosely. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you who she was, but for the sake of the observers, she’s Caldaros’ beloved aunt. Before she died by my own two hands, she told me that a random, charming seer—who was blind on one side approached her, and told her specifically to support Caldaros to be stronger.”

“I don’t know you outside of being the family man you are, so I never gave it much thought. But then, Vanessa mentioned you were quite… charming, and suddenly, everything made sense.” He smiled, eyes glowing golden. “It was you, Mr. Charming Seer. You are preparing my opponents to help me get much stronger fast. And the family?”

For the second time, Lucivar looked at them one by one.

He could now see clearly.

It was almost as if he was finally cured of his blindness and saw the real world for the first time.

“Nerissa amassed ether through making others scream, harvesting pain requiems. Ravenna absorbed negative energy to become stronger.” Lucivar tilted his head, knowing full well that Master Tobias would not be able to get out of this. “I’m sure you also prepared the family to compliment me. Everyone here has to do bad things to grow stronger, which means… You knew I was an avatar from the start. So, that begs the question, why? What did you see in the future that made you set your sights on me?”

Like a domino effect, once one secret was exposed, the threads of others were also exposed.

Everything that seemed normal became too coincidental.

And someone like Lucivar could easily connect all of them together.

Before Master Tobias could answer, Bakar stepped forward.

His eyes shimmered, glassy with a blend of shock and raw hurt as they locked onto Master Tobias.

“No… Lucivar’s wrong, isn’t he?” He asked demandingly, voice trembling, but tried to still smile as he trusted Master Tobias with all his heart. No way that he’d be the one behind everything. But his chest constricted while he waited for an answer.

But no answer came.

Master Tobias’ silence was damning enough.

Almost instantly, tears streamed down his face,” Then Dinda… Dinda? Was it you?”

Seeing no intention from Master Tobias to answer him, Bakar gritted his teeth.

“Answer me!!” He roared.

Realizing that there was no hiding anymore, Master Tobias’s expression changed.

It was blank earlier, but now, it was cold.

So cold that even the tears streaming down Bakar’s cheeks couldn’t spark any emotion from him.

He turned to look at Bakar, still with the same coldness, and said, “Your old master is a bad person. He’s an abuser, violent, and greedy.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “But he wasn’t a womanizer. He has the money, and the warmth of a woman is no shortage for him.”

Upon hearing this, Bakar’s eyes widened completely as he staggered backward.

Master Tobias’ words struck his mind like a lightning strike.

“N-No…” He gasped, legs shaking under him.

From the very start, the people of the village razed his last master’s home because he forced himself on a married woman, and the villagers had had enough of his behavior. As his slaves, Bakar and Dinda are equally guilty.

After all, the master’s fault would also be the slaves’ fault.

But now, Master Tobias said that it was a false accusation.

He never forced himself on a married woman.

“Why…?” Bakar’s pupils trembled, now seeing Master Tobias as a monster instead of a human.

Master Tobias tilted his head—as if the answer should be obvious, “A Rampage Troll Hybrid is hard to come by, and I can’t kidnap you now, can I? I can, but you wouldn’t want to be a family then. So, what better way than to give trouble to your master?”

Every word that came out of Master Tobias’ mouth struck Bakar like a physical blow.

All this time, he thought Master Tobias was a good person who happened to come at the right time.

But turns out it was all calculated.

Bakar shook his head, dizzy, disoriented, feeling his mind spinning, “Dinda didn’t deserve to die…”

Just then, Mirel stood up abruptly with the same burning anger.

“Hendrick? Did you kill Hendrick?!” He screamed, eyes bulging with pure, unfiltered wrath.

“You gave me too much credit,” Master Tobias turned towards him, and smiled a little, “That man was on his last breath on his own, but I did tell the governor about your bloodline—so he’d capture you for his own sake. All I need to do personally is to make the pain stronger.”

“I only made your day,” He added chillingly. “Coming to Hendrick’s death at that state, I’m sure it’s a lot more painful.”

Pure evil.

Mirel already had a hunch that Master Tobias was not a good person.

If he were truly behind Bob’s disappearance and Ravenna’s condition, Mirel would already brand him as an irredeemably vile man. But this… to toy with his feelings years ago, then carried on for years as if nothing had happened—he wasn’t just evil.

He was pure evil—a calculated malice wrapped in a sociopath’s body.

Mirel looked down at the floor, breath shallow, vision blurry.

All the memories he spent in the last years flashed in his mind, but now he knew they were all fake.

It was built on a malicious lie that only prioritized Master Tobias’ needs.

“Master…”

A soft whisper pulled Master Tobias’ attention.

He looked at Leandra, who should be the most confused out of all of them.

Unlike the others, she didn’t need to do bad things to get stronger, which should make her incompatible with Lucivar. Now, she was confused as to why she was chosen to be put in this fake family where she didn’t belong.

“You’re an outlier, Leandra.” Master Tobias said. “You have the Star Witch bloodline, and I can’t really pass you on. Besides, you should thank me, you love Lucivar, don’t you? I made that possible.”

“You sick bast—!”

Splash!

Leandra collapsed to her knees as blood came out from every orifice of her entire body.

Her entire body was heating up, and as she reached for her face with her hands, blood smeared on them.

As the revelation came to light, Lucivar remained silent.

He observed the situation with impassive eyes, contemplating what Master Tobias’ end goal was—for planning for God knows how many years—and waited for the time to arrive. Such dedication meant he really wanted something.

But no matter how much Lucivar tried, he couldn’t think of anything.

All he knew was that it had to do with something in the future since somehow, Master Tobias was not only a Vampire Hybrid, but also a Seer Hybrid. He has a dual bloodline, or perhaps even more; Lucivar doesn’t know for sure at this point.

Just then, Leandra glared at Master Tobias with blood-stained eyes.

“Then was it you too?!” She roared; the love she had for Master Tobias turned into hatred. Having the time to prepare for the worst seemed to help her process the situation a lot. “Delilah’s voice! Was it you, too?!”

Upon hearing this, Lucivar snapped towards her, eyes widening in shock.

“What…?” He asked in shock.

“I know about the phone call, Lucivar,” Leandra said, turning to face him while choking on blood. “Tha-That voice of Delilah you kept hearing, who kept answering—it wasn’t in your head. Ravenna—and I heard it too. It came from the rose sticker.”

Deg!

Lucivar’s heart skipped a beat.

His ears began ringing, dampening every sound around him as he couldn’t believe what he heard.

Reaching for his pocket, fingers trembling so violently he nearly missed his mark, Lucivar fished out the phone—Delilah’s phone. The weight of it in his palm felt heavier than it should, as if the truth itself had settled there, waiting to crush him.

His breath came in shallow bursts.

He didn’t think that far; he didn’t want to believe Leandra.

But if she was right… gulp!

With a sharp inhale, he turned the phone over as the faint light from the chandelier caught the small rose sticker pressed against the back—something so innocent, yet now steeped in dread. Across from him, Master Tobias watched with a steady gaze, patient… expectant.

As though he had been waiting for this exact moment.

Lucivar’s chest tightened.

He forced ether into his index fingertip, the glow barely steady against the tremor in his hand.

Slowly, hesitantly, he pressed it to the sticker.

And the reaction was instant.

Energy erupted from the sticker, flaring violently, and shoving his hand back with a searing sting.

Lucivar’s breath caught in his throat, eyes widening—the contact had lasted only a heartbeat, but it was enough. More than enough to prove that Leandra was right. And that truth sent his stomach plunging into an abyss.

“You… can’t be serious…”