Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 665

Chapter 665: Chapter 665 - Taming the Fifth Year: 1st Gathering Exam - 3

The statement had been simple and direct. Carrying the weight of certainty that came from knowledge, not speculation.

Selphira knew something. Something she thought Ren couldn’t handle right now.

"That’s not..."

"It’s the truth. Seeing it isn’t what you need right now."

Julius had been present too, standing by the window with that rigid posture he adopted when dealing with an uncomfortable conversation.

"Sirius..." Ren had begun, Luna’s father’s name weighing on his tongue.

"You can’t do anything," Julius interrupted, his voice flat. "That’s the present truth. There’s no point in you suffering and risking yourself for something like that..." his voice became very low, dropping to a whisper. "At least not yet."

The words hung in the air like a sentence.

"But I could..."

"No." Selphira was sharp... Final. "Three days isn’t enough to get that deep down in the first place."

Down... Implications about where Sirius was, or what remained of him.

"Then Luna," Ren had whispered, thinking of his friend. Of how this would destroy her if she knew. "She would..."

"Luna can’t know yet," Selphira said immediately, cutting him off. "Not yet, not like this. She has... enough situations to worry about."

The emphasis on ’enough’ suggested she knew something about Luna’s current struggles. About the distance, the isolation, the walls.

"You know what she is...?"

"Ask her directly," Julius interrupted, his tone becoming even more somber. "We don’t have the complete information. And if she hasn’t told you... it’s her decision. All the more reason for you not to go."

The logic was sound... Infuriating, but sound.

The silence was oppressive.

"You can’t go down there, Ren," Selphira insisted softly. Gently, but with steel beneath the gentleness.

"But..."

"No buts," her voice hardened. "You’re not going to that place. Not now, not in this competition. Understood?"

Ren had nodded, because what else could he do?

And as he left that office, with the weight of secrets he couldn’t share and knowledge he couldn’t use pressing down on his shoulders...

He’d made a silent promise.

Someday.

Someday, when he was strong enough, when he had the necessary power...

He’d go there.

He’d find the truth about Sirius Starweaver.

No matter what that truth turned out to be.

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"I promise," Ren nodded finally, returning to the present. To Zhao watching him with concern in his expression. "We won’t go this time."

"Good," Zhao visibly relaxed. The tension bleeding from his shoulders, his stance becoming less guarded. "Then, shall we see this famous efficiency of yours in action?"

Ren nodded.

Time to focus. Time to prove himself through results rather than reputation.

♢♢♢♢

"How much farther?" the first girl asked, trying not to sound nervous. Failing somewhat, her voice carrying a tremor she couldn’t quite hide.

They’d been moving for almost forty minutes now, deeper and deeper into the gold ring. The forest growing denser, darker, more alive with each step.

"Around another twenty minutes," Ren responded without stopping, his pace steady and confident. "The area we’re looking for is deeper in."

"Of course it is," the boy muttered, his voice carrying bitter sarcasm. "Because going straight to the deepest point of the first Gold ring in the south side is so brilliant."

"Do you have a problem with that? Scared? Too much mana?" Ren finally stopped, turning to look at him directly. Meeting his gaze without flinching. "Because that’s the third time you’ve commented on the route. If you don’t trust your beast, you were free to stay at the IRON ring base camp."

The challenge was clear and direct... No room for misinterpretation.

The boy clenched his jaw, muscles jumping beneath his skin. His hands curled into fists at his sides, but he didn’t move.

"I don’t have a problem, my beast can handle the mana for 3 days just fine... with only... 2 antimana potions," he said finally, though the resentment was obvious in every word. "Just making observations."

"No," Ren confirmed, shaking his head. "Cutting triggers the defense response."

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