Black Online-Chapter 128: The Traitor

The light got sucked back into the golden grimoire, and Della slowly approached the dazed Devon.

"I told you before—if you give me the name of a spy, I’ll let you live. Otherwise, I will kill you without hesitation."

She said.

"Hah... haha... haha..."

Devon raised his head to look at her and grinned with bloody teeth.

"I’m not telling you shit... Bitch... Ptui!"

He tried spitting the blood at her, but a golden shield surrounded Della, and the blood splattered harmlessly against it.

"Tch..."

Devon gritted his teeth.

"I’ll give you one more chance."

Della said.

"Haha... Even if you are speaking the truth, and you’ll let me live... I still wouldn’t say... I can die and lose everything, but when Grinding Grief wins the war, I’ll get all of it back and more...

"If I die and Grinding Grief also loses... I truly lose everything... So, bitch, I will not help you in a million fucking years.

"Grinding Griefs on top!"

Devon laughed loudly and maniacally.

"...Okay."

Della reached out to her golden grimoire, pulled out a golden sword from one of its pages, and then swung it at him.

The golden blade cut through Devon’s neck like butter, and his head rolled to the ground, laughing even as it did so.

Only when he turned to pixels did the laughing stop.

"..."

Della stayed silent, and she then looked at all the food in the room.

"Golden Womb."

She cast a spell, and beside her, a glowing golden portal appeared, and it sucked all the food into it.

When it was done, it disappeared.

"Haah..."

She sighed, pulled open her chat window, and contacted Miranda to gather every team leader and core member for a meeting.

It was time to find out who the traitor was.

...

"...Another meeting?"

Fang Raon saw a message sent by Miranda, who informed everyone about the urgent meeting, and he was curious about what it was about.

He was actually planning to log off for the night as it was almost nine, and he had to be logged out to have that phone call with Chaewon.

’I hope it’s quick...’

He thought and headed back to the mansion, and after arriving at the meeting room, he noticed that every person that was also in the previous meeting was here.

He sat down on one of the chairs, and there was only one person missing—the guild master, Della Rose.

The time ticked down slowly, and after a short moment, Della stepped through the open doors, looking at the group with a stern expression.

"???"

Rock looked at his granddaughter with an odd expression.

It was like he could tell that something must’ve happened to her for her to become so gravely serious.

Sure, it could be because of the Guild War and it being very serious business, but he had a hunch it was something else.

"Grandfather... Lock the door, please."

Della asked.

"..."

Rock raised an eyebrow, walked to the door, and locked it tightly, and knew that something was amiss.

Instead of returning to his seat, he decided to lean against the door, like he was standing on watch as a guard.

Everyone else also noticed that the vibe was off.

"I’ll get straight to the point. The reason why I mentioned about the location where the food was stored... Was because I was baiting the spy.

"I needed to make sure that there are no traitors in this close circle... And I am sad to tell you all that there is one traitor here.

"A member of the Grinding Griefs, Devon, snuck into the Old Bakery and tried burning it down to the ground.

"I stopped him."

Della said with a serious expression.

It took a moment for everyone to register her words, and they couldn’t believe that there was actually a traitor among someone that they trusted.

"FOR FUCK’S SAKE!"

Rock roared and looked at the group of players seated around the table, and his voice sounded angrier than ever before.

Even Fang Raon hadn’t seen him like this before.

"How much did it take for you to sell your souls to those bastards? Huh? Whoever you are, traitor, you’re fucking dead."

Rock growled.

They looked at each other, and all had the same thought—is this guy the traitor or her?—None of them trusted each other.

"There are only three people in this room that I trust wholeheartedly. Who definitely aren’t traitors."

Della said.

Waylen, Rickard, Owen, Adam, and Fang Raon turned to look at her, all wondering, "Who are those three?" with raised eyebrows.

"My grandfather is the first one. He is my family, and he would never betray me.

"Miranda is the second one. She helped me to hide the food in the first place, and if she were a traitor, they would’ve known about Old Bakery long ago.

"And the third one... Fang Raon. He is the newest member of us here, and I’ve known that there is a traitor for many months already, feeding information to our enemies.

"So it cannot be him."

Della said.

’Reasonable conclusion.’

Fang Raon thought to himself with a sigh of relief.

Rock also nodded as he also agreed with those three and knew that it was impossible for Fang Raon to be a traitor.

He didn’t think he was that kind of a person.

"The rest of you—I want you to show your chat history. For the information to get to Grinding Grief and Monsieur Rascal that quickly, you must’ve sent them a message.

"Show me and prove your innocence."

Della said with a serious look.

"I don’t mind."

Waylen opened his chat window, and sent it over to Della, and she glanced over it, and looked at him with a tired look.

"What? I am just flirting with some girls, it’s not that bad."

Waylen innocently shrugged his shoulders.

"...Here."

Adam also sent his chat window over to her, and it was quite empty except for occasional messages to the members of his team.

"Rickard, your turn."

Della looked at him.

"Okay~"

Rickard pulled open his chat window, and looked like he was about to send it, but at that moment, he suddenly jumped to his feet, and grabbed Miranda.

"Ah?!"

He put her in a chokehold and pulled out his sword, which he placed against her back—the tip of the blade pressed against her skin.

"It’s you?!"

Everyone exclaimed and all got into arms and pointed them at him.

"...Rickard."

Della’s eyes shook with a look of betrayal in her eyes as she still held a tiny linger of belief that nobody of her close friend circle actually betrayed her.

She thought that there was a chance that some of them might’ve accidentally leaked it to their team members and that one of them was the traitor.

But now, it was obvious who the traitor was.

"You outplayed me, Della~ I thought about possibility that my cover would be blown if I revealed the information to them...

"I was already ready to change sides either way, but I guess you forced my hand, Della."

Rickard smirked.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

In that moment, Rock summoned two of his meanest-looking hounds, and they were barking loudly.

"..."

Miranda’s face turned pale as she could feel the coldness of the blade pressing her back.

’...Ah.’

Fang Raon looked towards the ceiling, where his camera was still floating, as he completely forgot to stop recording.