59 The Warlords’ Chess Game (Two) 5yr

Translator: MogumoguchanEditor: TheRealSeal, Tonicquill, Mogumoguchan, _Lunaelle

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Kohen strode towards the young man behind the Black Prophet.
"Raphael!"
The nobles surrounding the thirteen stone seats turned their gazes towards Kohen. The man held back the emotions that he could hardly contain and shouted at the young man, "Raphael Lindbergh!"
The young man dressed in a white robe also saw Kohen striding towards him. He gave a frivolous smile and murmured into Morat's ear before walking towards Kohen.
"You went missing for three years!" Even the two dukes and the king who was sitting high on his throne could notice Kohen's flaming rage.
"Kohen!" The young man's voice was lively and bright, and it was a voice that could arouse fondness from others, just like his appearance. He opened his arms wide open towards Kohen. "You're still so energetic!"
Kohen brusquely slapped Raphael's arm away from him. "Why did you leave without a single notice?"
He glanced at the king's partisans and also Lord Morat Hansen, who stood by himself at the side with no one approaching him. Kohen's voice was tinted with disbelief. "You're following 'the Black Prophet' now? Do you know how much his hands are stained with blood and evil deeds..?"