Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 2306 Three Decades Of Feud, Finally Laid To Rest!

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As Santiago fell to his knees, the long, agonizing struggle finally reached its inevitable conclusion. Yorick, his tiger–like eyes burning with emotion, let out a deep sigh. Without hesitation, he fell down beside Santiago, his gaze searching the heavens as if answers might be written in the stars. His voice, though steady, was thick with regret. “Jane’s death was never my doing,” he murmured. “I don’t understand why you’ve always believed it was me. I never pursued her and the child to the shore!”

“Then who?” Santiago’s voice cracked under the weight of his grief. He had worn the shame of betrayal for a lifetime, but now, faced with the raw truth, he realized the blame was never Jane’s to bear alone. Consumed by duty, shackled by ideals, he had left her alone in the cold. If only he had seen beyond his obligations, if only he had held her closer–perhaps she wouldn’t have turned to Bailey, and fate might have spun a different tale!

And yet, if Isabella’s illusion had revealed the unfiltered truth, then the true villain in this cruel tragedy was neither of them. It was Shailash. He had played them all like pawns, using Jane as a tool in his schemes, weaving a deception so grand that it had ruined lives and stolen decades. If that was the truth… then he deserved a fate worse than death!

“That masked man… could he have been the one impersonating Yorick?” Isabella stepped forward, her voice calm yet laced with certainty. “We’ve had our eyes on him for quite some time within the Holy Trinity. He’s not just meddling–he’s been deliberately throwing Chanaea into disarray, likely to reap some hidden, dishonorable rewards from the chaos.” Yorick’s fierce gaze snapped toward her, suspicion flickering behind his eyes. “How do you know all this? You even seem aware of my encounter with him at the cliff–how?”

A slow shake of Isabella’s head followed. “I didn’t witness it myself. The melodies I played merely unlocked the memories buried deep within you. Those images weren’t my knowledge forced upon you—they were always there, waiting for you to see them for what they are.” Both saints froze, momentarily caught off guard. Could it be that the memories we had just witnessed weren’t illusions, but the harsh, unfiltered truth? Santiago, his voice taut with desperation, pressed on. “Then what about the visions Jane saw? We were never part of those moments–so how did you conjure them?”

Deep down, he clung to a fragile hope, desperate for the possibility that everything he had just endured was nothing more than a cruel mirage. After twenty years in the mortal world, he had finally returned to avenge Jane and his daughter’s death. Yet upon returning, he was met with a truth more cutting than any blade- the daughter he had grieved wasn’t his, and the woman he had devoted himself to had never truly loved him. Even for a saint, some wounds ran too deep to bear!

“Jane told me,” Isabella said, her voice carrying a touch of self–mockery. “She didn’t just confide in Liora— she spoke to me too. Not as much, but enough. After all, I was always her shadow, growing up beneath the brilliance of her light!” A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. “Even now, long after she’s gone, I’m still walking the path she left behind, inheriting the remnants of her world. No matter what I do, I can’t escape–forever cast in her silhouette.”

Yorick let out a long, weary sigh before lowering himself to the ground, no longer caring about appeara.. In that instant, both saints seemed to wither before everyone’s eyes. Gone was the ethereal grace, the unshakable presence they had wielded before their battle. Three decades of rivalry, of clashing steel and unyielding pride, and for what? In the end, they were nothing more than tragic figures caught in the web of their own choices. Yorick had always believed his fate was more wretched than Santiago’s. But now, he saw the truth–there was no victor in suffering. If anything, Santiago’s burden might have been even heavier to

bear!

“Master, there’s something that’s been bugging me!” Lady Rosa, sensing the heavy silence engulfing the three saints, seized the moment to voice her question. “Mr. Dotson swears he didn’t harm Mr. Santiago’s wife and daughter so does that mean lane hasn’t actually died?” Before Isabella could answer Santiago

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“But your daughter… Wait–no, I mean, is Xylic truly Jane’s daughter? And if she is, how in the world did she make it out alive?” It was the age–old irony–those closest to the truth were often the most blind to it. For years, Santiago had never questioned the fate he had accepted as absolute–Jane and her child were lost to the ocean. If they had survived, why had no trace of them ever surfaced? But with Xylie’s sudden appearance- carrying half of a jade pendant and possessing features reminiscent of Jane–it was difficult not to speculate. If the daughter had survived, then why not the mother?

“Master, wouldn’t Jane’s abilities be on par with yours?” Lady Rosa ventured, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. Isabella immediately caught on to what she was implying and responded without hesitation. “Jane always outshone me, but back then, her martial arts prowess likely wasn’t at the level I’ve reached today. And if she truly had been pursued, the chances of her perishing were very real!” Lady Rosa pursed her lips and fell silent. She had only spoken up in an attempt to give Santiago a reason to hold on–to stop him from collapsing under the weight of his grief. If he lost even the will to seck the truth, she feared he might spiral into nothingness.

“Santiago, it had to be that masked figure! He impersonated me to assassinate Artemis, then hunted down Jane and her daughter, and finally pinned it all on me!” Yorick’s voice was low and seething, his jaw clenched tight. “I don’t care who he is, how deep his skills run, or what game he’s playing–I will rip him out of whatever shadows he’s hiding in! If he’s alive, I want him in my hands! If he’s dead, I want his corpse!”

The fire in his voice reignited Santiago’s own smoldering rage. His bloodshot eyes burned with vengeance as he spat, “I swear–I’ll tear him apart limb by limb!” The moment his words faded, his gaze met Yorick’s, the weight of decades of rivalry and regret pressing between them. Then, after a long pause, Yorick extended his hand. Santiago hesitated for just a heartbeat before slamming his palm against Yorick’s in a firm, resounding clap.

Their fingers tightened into an iron grip, and in the next second, these two men–who had spent over a century entangled in battle and bitterness–pulled each other into a one–armed embrace. Neither spoke as they clung together, their proud, time–worn faces streaked with tears! Watching from the side, Lady Rosa shuddered. The scene before her was nothing short of surreal. Never in a million years would she have imagined such a moment unfolding. If the people of the Chapel of Oros bore witness to this? They’d likely be struck dumb on the spot, their minds incapable of processing the impossible!

Isabella couldn’t suppress a small, knowing smile. She understood better than anyone the torment these two had endured over the past two decades. One had spent his days consumed by the aching void left by his wife and daughter, while the other had been exiled under false accusations, forced to carry the unbearable weight of injustice, his soul gnawed at by resentment day and night. Now, witnessing them finally setting aside their grievances, she felt an unexpected warmth within her.

Of course, their reconciliation was more than just a personal victory–it was also a strategic gain for the Holy Trinity. With two battle–hardened saints now determined to track down and eliminate the masked man, a significant burden had just been lifted from the organization’s shoulders!

The tranquil grounds before the Divine Mountain’s library were suddenly disturbed by chaos. In a moment of desperation, Gwain, pursued by Xarri’s relentless assault, stumbled blindly into the clearing. It wasn’t long before a crowd gathered. Clive arrived swiftly, followed by Wyatt and a host of retainers from the Lannister family, all drawn by the commotion. Quell arrived as well, standing firm in support of Xarri. Though she stood alone against a formation of twelve adversaries, her commanding aura made it seem as though she had an army behind her.

Meanwhile, Chiara also made her way to the scene, her interest piqued by the impending clash between

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family’s history. Unlike him, she knew the truth–that the endless praise showered upon his so–called brilliance was little more than empty flattery!

Ever since Eric had seized control of the family, any mention of Victor had been strictly silenced. Because of this, Gwain had grown up in complete ignorance of Xarri’s abilities. He had no clue just how extraordinary his older brother truly was! No–calling Xarri extraordinary wasn’t an exaggeration. If anything, it was an understatement! His talent was nothing short of monstrous–he could absorb martial arts texts at a glance and deduce new techniques from even the most basic forms.

By five, he had already begun his training. At six, he effortlessly crushed his fellow third–generation heirs of the Lannister family. By seven, he was already exchanging blows with the previous generation’s elites. Back then, Gwain had been nothing more than a toddler–far too young to witness his brother’s meteoric rise! So, when he reached twelve and bested all his third–generation peers, he truly believed he was an unparalleled genius, a prodigy the world had never seen before!

“Hmph! Xarri, did you and Quell make this trip to Divine Mountain just to play hero and rescue Emmanuel?” After their brief exchange of blows, Gwain stood firm, his voice laced with cold suspicion. “Are you two in league with him? Do you think you can use his power as a stepping stone to snatch back control of the Lannister family?” At this, Quell couldn’t help herself–she laughed out loud, right then and there!

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