Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700: Chapter 700 - Taming the Fifth Year - Blood Debt - 2

Jin would never be his father... He wasn’t one who looked at his surviving son and saw not grief but utility. Who calculated the political implications of murder before considering the human cost. Who’d already moved on from Jean’s death because dwelling on it didn’t increase the family’s power or position.

Jin remembered Jean’s laugh, loud and confident. Jean teaching him to fight, patient even when Jin fumbled. Jean defending him from their father’s worst criticism, taking blame for mistakes that weren’t his. Jean, who’d been arrogant and entitled and everything a noble heir should be, but who’d also been his brother... And maybe even a better ’father’ than his useless, absent true one.

And Jin was going to get justice.

The tiger inside him growled, sensing his resolve.

Or maybe Jin was growling and the tiger was just agreeing.

The line had blurred, smudged by the pills and rage and obsession until Jin couldn’t tell which thoughts were human and which were predatory instinct.

It didn’t matter anymore.

They both wanted the same thing.

Ren Patinder’s death.

And today, in these tunnels where accidents happened and bodies could be blamed on beasts or bad luck or the chaos of competition...

Today, Jin would finally get what he’d been denied for 4 years.

Justice.

Revenge.

Peace.

The word echoed in his mind like a prayer. Like salvation from...

Every time his father looked at him and Jin could see the thought written clear as text: You’re not Jean. You’ll never be Jean. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?

Jin remembered the nights when Jean returned from missions, bringing stories of battle and glory. Jean striding through the mansion doors with that confident swagger, dirt still on his uniform, blood sometimes, never his own, staining the edges of his sleeves. The younger servants scattering to prepare his bath, the older ones nodding with respect. Their father actually smiling, rare and precious as gold, as Jean recounted victories.

And Jin, always Jin, hovering at the edges. Listening... Desperately trying to memorize every word because Jean made time seem to slow down, made the world feel bigger and more exciting just by existing in it.

He remembered the promise.

"When I lead House Strahlfang, you’ll be at my side as my right hand. Together we’ll make our family great."

The words had been said casually, like stating obvious fact rather than making a vow. Jean sprawled on the practice field grass after a sparring session, sweat cooling on both their faces, the sky that particular shade of purple-orange that came right before sunset.

"You really mean that?" Jin had asked, trying to keep the desperate hope out of his voice.

"Of course." Jean had turned his head, grinning with the certainty of someone who’d never truly failed at anything that mattered. "Who else would I trust to watch my back? Father? He’d stab me himself if it advanced the house position. The cousins? They’d sell their own mothers for a promotion. But you... You’re loyal. That’s worth more than raw talent."

Those words had become Jin’s anchor. His purpose. The promise of a future where he’d matter, where his existence would mean something beyond being "the spare heir".

All those promises.

All those dreams.

Ended by a peasant with mushrooms in his hair. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

No.

The denial was automatic, visceral, the same as it had been every day for 4 years.

It couldn’t be real. Couldn’t have happened that way. Jean was too skilled, too careful, too alive to be killed by some nobody from nowhere with a beast so pathetic the academy had debated even allowing it.

But reality didn’t care about Jin’s denial.

Jean was dead.

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