Legendary Necromancer: My First Summon is the Undead Dragon-Chapter 39: Rowan’s betrayal

They returned to the village, walking in like they owned the place. Jake had unsummoned the Tainted so that it wouldn’t scare anyone.

The village chief was brought out after they arrived, and Rowan was with him as well. He seemed a little fidgety when he saw them.

But he had a role to act; he needed to be the one to congratulate them. He came forward and bowed his head.

"Thank you for saving our village," he said. Seer looked at him and suddenly kicked him in the face, sending him tumbling.

The scene shocked the chief and the other man. Why would she kick him just when he was showing appreciation? ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"How bold are you? Showing your face to us after what you did? What did the bandits offer you? Money? Power? Or was it rulership over your village?" she asked. The moment she said the last part, his eyes widened.

"So that was it. You sold your village away and put us in danger because you wanted to be chief," she said.

The man that stood with the chief was confused when he heard this. He looked at Rowan.

"Rowan, what is she saying? Did you really work with the bandits?" he asked.

"No, Aric, you have to believe me. I would never do that," Rowan denied it.

"This crystal was something you crushed to signal them, right?" Rion said and showed the crumbled crystal.

"You alerted them and allowed them to encircle us. Let me guess why. Your elder brothers are far better than you in everything, and they have gone out to do exploits.

Yet here you are, the son standing with your father, even through the pain, even through the hard times. You wanted your father to see it, to see that you are better than your brothers. You wanted to be the one to rule.

It makes me wonder—why would you go to such lengths? It means that your brothers have become recognized, maybe by the Baron that lords over this land. I’m guessing they are in Lumerg.

And if the Baron of Lumerg has seen them as useful, then surely your father would choose them over you," Rion said.

Rowan’s eyes widened as he heard everything that Rion said. Was everything that easy for someone to see? Was it that easy?

"No, it’s not that simple!" Rowan yelled.

"So you admit that you worked with the bandits?" Rion asked.

Rowan froze when he realized that he was played. He quickly tried to back up and refute it, but everyone had heard it already.

"Ro...wan, why?" his father asked.

"Because you never cared! You never cared that I stayed behind to be with you, always talking about my brothers and sisters like they were made of gold.

I knew that when you died, I wouldn’t be able to take the seat. You would surely hand it over to someone else. I had to take matters into my own hands," Rowan said.

"Rowan, I... was always... going to make... you take over from me. Your siblings... are doing well... but none of them knew home like you.

Your siblings, I already... told them... they agreed to let you... be chief," his father spoke.

The revelation hit Rowan so hard, his mouth dropped, but Rowan was a stubborn soul. He lashed out, "If you had told me, I would have never done this," he said.

"Rowan, enough! You have disgraced your father, me, and the entire village. Your selfish act cost the lives of three of our brothers. You are evil," the man that stood there roared.

"Rowan... you are no longer... my son or a part of this village," his father said, tears running down the sides of his eyes as he spoke. He refused to look his son in the eyes.

"Father, you can’t! Please!" Rowan said, rushing toward his father, but the man got in between them and punched Rowan to the ground.

"I take it that since he is exiled, we can have him, right?" Seer asked.

"Yes... you saved our home... despite his actions," his father said, and without saying anything else, turned and walked away.

Rowan heard what his father said and got up. "You can’t do this to me!" he yelled. Seer grabbed him by the hair and started pulling him. He tried to resist, but nothing he did worked.

"Nooo!" Rowan roared. "Screw you, old man! I did everything for you—everything! I was the perfect son! I wasted my life for you!

Get back here, old man! Get back! Don’t do this to me, you filthy bag of bones!" he kept yelling and struggling.

"Shut up already," Seer yelled and slammed him into the ground. She pulled out a rope from her storage and tied it to his hands and to their carriage.

"You made your bed, now you’ll lie in it. I think I’ll get a good amount for selling a slave like you," she said, her eyes cold.

"Is she really going to sell him as a slave?" Jake asked Rion.

"Yup," Rion responded before walking to the carriage. He got in. Jake held Ophelia’s hand and walked to the carriage; he got in, and Crypt finally got in.

"We are headed to Olen now. You better keep your feet moving if you don’t want to die, Rowan," Seer said with a smile and walked to the front of the carriage. She got on it and immediately started their journey.

The rope jerked and pulled Rowan forward, making him run behind it. Jake looked at him through the back of the carriage, seeing him run behind.

"You know I don’t believe in bad luck—or luck in general, right? I believe there is a structure to everything.

Rowan is probably believing that this is all due to bad luck, while in reality, he carefully crafted his own downfall," Jake said.

Rion looked at Rowan. "I guess that makes sense. You’ve taught me something new, Jake," Rion said with a smile.

Their journey continued through the main route. Spending two nights on the road, they finally got to Olen.