A Dual Crest Summoner In Infinite Summoning World

The little noble lady Althea forced the two barons to let them present their case before the Earl. Her own father was just a guest—he did not have any authority here, but Lord Cedric Cornvell did.

All of them moved toward the large banyan tree under which the barons were having breakfast with their sons.

"Althea! What is this now?" her father, the tall, packed man, asked.

Lord Cedric, on the other hand, stayed quiet, measuring the two barons and villagers with his unhurried gaze. Althea started telling the whole case as Sable had described—though she did not mention the 20 gold Thornmarch had offered to make it all go away. Auren was wearing a full-sleeve tunic, properly hiding his black bracer. To villagers, it was just strange-colored metal, but a nobleman would recognize the odd thing.

"This boy.. defeated two knights? Even severed one's hand?" Althea's father asked, surprised.

"Yes, my lord," Bannerlord Thornfield said. "The Goatshield boy injured my knight for life—he was just trying to protect my son from the crowd of villagers. My son had no idea the little girl was in the room, my lord. He wasn't looking for her. It was another woman—whom he had already paid—but the girl was already in there."

"Where are this girl and the women who saw this firsthand?" Finally, their Earl spoke up.

It was a good sign that at least he was open to hearing all sides, rather than just taking his baron's word. Maybe there was still hope in salvaging this. The knights went to look for Katla and the women.

But as if the world had schemed together to fuck him over, the knights and villagers did not find Katla and her family anywhere in the village. They were gone. The three women who had been working that day were brought, though.

"We ran to the back room when we heard Lilia and Yvon scream for help. By the time we reached there, the two knights were trying to grab the girl while Lilia and Yvon tried to protect her. We didn't think much and helped her. Soon, men gathered, and the fight became more physical.. We did hear the young master ordering his knights to grab and kill the little girl." This version is sourced from MV3L3MPYR.

"But you didn't see what happened?" Lord Cedric asked.

"No, my lord. The back room is where Lilia, her daughter, and niece live. No one goes there," the woman answered.

"So in this room, there has never been—" the Foreign Earl asked.

"No, my lord. Never. The little girl was not allowed to come to any other room or the side house."

"Lord Cedric, the woman is lying. My son said so. The culprits have already fled—it's clear they tried to do something stupid and are now afraid of getting caught," Baron Wallace Thornfield said. Unsurprisingly, lying and urging the Earl to believe the lies.

It wasn't that the two Earls couldn't see the lies, but if they chose not to—there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"Lies?" Auren spoke up. "Everything is just a lie? Is that why 20 gold was offered earlier to make it all go away? Because you wanted the commoners to not spread lies about your boil-brained knave of a son?"

The Bannerlord growled in rage, his hand reaching for the sword at his waist. Wallace Thornfield took three steps forward quickly, a full-grown eagle screeching high above their heads—the shape slowly getting bigger as it plunged down. All standing beside Auren—the elders, Sable, Hanzo, and Baron Thornmarch—collectively took a step back. It all happened so quickly, it came as a surprise, and instincts just took over everyone.

Auren had expected the guy to lose his temper at some point though—like father, like son. Auren stood straight, even while facing the towering man, raising his head—not a speck of fear in his eyes. His left hand had already summoned the obsidian remote—within a second he could transform his bracer into a sword.

The unexpected surprise was enough to kill even an orange-ranked summoner. Just one thought, and the brave Baron would be no more. He could deal with the damned eagle afterwards. But the Baron stopped a few steps short of him, their eyes locked in a battle of their own. Auren was ready—he had not taken a single step back, awaiting the incoming attack that would justify his strike back.

The man was too close. Auren had already summoned his obsidian remote—in a second, he could change his hidden black bracer into a blade; giving the Baronlord one hell of a surprise. Even orange crest summoners could do nothing if Auren launched a full-speed Chi-enhanced attack—for his black blade, piercing the thickness of steel was just a matter of force.

Auren had more than enough Chi to reach the guy's guts, even if steel armor protected them.

But the Baronlord did not raise his sword. The reason was not Auren's lack of fear, though. There was a low, rasping growl from the side; a pitch-black jaguar slowly inching toward them—the glacial blue eyes of the beast seemed like they were glowing. Especially highlighted because of the light-ending black fur. The black looked too dark to be real—no light was coming back after touching that fur.

A spirit beast, Auren realized.

He knew their Earl, Lord Cedric Cornvell, had the big black feline as a summon, but Auren had not expected it to be a spirit beast. No wonder this guy was the Swordhand of the Summer Duke—one of the most favored men of the Duke.

Both Auren and the Baronlord looked to the side, shifting their eyes from the beast to the summoner. Lord Cedric's piercing gaze was fixed on the Baron, and it wasn't a kind look.

"What was the aim here, Thornfield? Attack a child because he said the clear truth about your offspring? Your son tried to kill a child—and now it's your turn? This one is not a commoner though—he is a son of a friend. Or have you forgotten the man whom this village belongs to?"