The Nameless Heir-Chapter 67: Messenger God

He didn’t remember the last time he slept so well. The warmth, the silence—it clung to him. He wished he could stay like this a bit longer, just a bit more quiet and peace. Away from everything. The fighting, the responsibilities.

Knock, knock.

"Kael! We’re going to be late!"

Like usual, he was woken up by Liz—her voice cutting through the quiet.

He didn’t mind.

It was something he missed.

It was something comforting. A familiar warmth.

And in a strange way, it reassured him. If he could still hear her voice... it meant she was still with him. Still safe.

He got up, freshened up, and let his thoughts wander—back to everything that had happened... and everything that would come in the future.

It felt like the world wouldn’t let him breathe. Soon, he would have to leave—to save Thanatos.

And once again, peace slipped through his fingers.

Then—more knocks on the door.

"Let’s go!" Liz shouted from the hallway—her voice flat, impatient. Like she was tired of waiting but too used to him being late all the time.

Kael sighed through his nose.

"Coming, sunshine," the words came out soft—gentle, almost like a whisper meant only for her.

"Yes, come on, man!" Caius muttered.

"Damn it, go away, Caius," his voice was light and playful.

He grabbed his coat and stepped out.

They were waiting for him standing front of his doorstep. Liz stood with her arms crossed, pouting like she’d been waiting forever. Caius, on the other hand, had a wide grin on his face, like he was just happy to be alive.

Kael smiled wide as he looked at them. Liz was still pouting. Caius? Grinning like an idiot—as usual. And somehow it made things feel normal again. And just like that, everything he’d been holding in lifted for that moment. It felt normal. Calm.

All three walked toward the class. Students stared at them, muttering under their breath.

Once they reached class, Kael sat next to Liz as usual. He didn’t say a word. He just leaned back, quietly—trying to enjoy as much peace as he could before it all ended.

And Caius slipped into his usual spot at the front of the room. He wore that weird, cocky grin—one only someone with Zeus’s blood could pull off.

The moment he sat down, it was like a signal—girls flocked to him from every corner. Within seconds, he was surrounded, their bodies leaning in so close it looked like they might tip him right out of his chair, all of them throwing questions at him one after another.

And by the look on his face, he was having the time of his life.

He answered with that same effortless charm, as if the battle was nothing but child’s play.

He told them the story of his journey, painting himself as a hero. He might’ve retold the events from his own point of view—making sure to make himself look better. And, like a typical descendant of Zeus, he skipped over the part where he got captured, tortured, and almost killed.

Kael let him have his moment. He watched him laugh and joke around.

He found himself wondering—how can someone change this much?

His eyes drifted to the window, his gaze locked on the main gate outside.

For a second, he just stared—remembering the day Orion dragged him through those gates for the first time. Back when he was nothing. Alone... and he was just trying to survive.

But then, faintly, his reflection appeared in the glass. He looked at it, and for a moment... he barely recognized the person staring back.

The person that was looking back at him wasn’t that frail boy anymore—the one who used to steal just to survive. That boy was dead.

Just then, Chiron came in and called all three of them to the headmaster’s office.

Someone special was waiting.

Something Kael had already expected.

They walked in silence. Both Liz and Caius looked nervous—especially since they hadn’t brought back any treasure for the gods.

When they arrived at the room, they entered slowly. Hermes and Goddess Nyx were already waiting. They stood there in front of them. Quiet, but their eyes were locked on them.

Hermes’ gaze carried weight—divine, heavy, impossible to ignore. It made Liz shift uncomfortably, her shoulders tense under the pressure. Caius kept his head low, eyes locked on the floor. He couldn’t bring himself to meet their gaze.

But Kael stood straight. There was no fear in his expression. His gaze never left Hermes—cold, steady. Like he was daring the god to try something.

He just needed a reason.

One reason to smash his face into the ground.

Hermes leaned forward, elbows planted on the table, his head tilted lazily to the side—like even sitting here was a chore. A faint smirk formed on his lips, bored and distant, like the whole conversation was beneath him... something he was only enduring because his father made him.

Kael pulled out a chair and sat down without a word.

Behind him, Liz and Caius stayed standing—tall, but tense.

He turned to them, eyes softening—just a little—beneath the storm still burning in his expression.

"Can you guys wait outside?" he asked softly.

Liz didn’t need him to explain. She understood why Kael was doing it. She could read him like a book—just like she always had.

Without a word, she stepped forward, took Caius gently by the arm, and led him out of the room.

"So, what did you find on the other side?" Hermes asked, his tone casual—but the weight behind it said otherwise.

Kael started speaking. His voice was calm, steady. Like he was talking to a long-time friend.

He began by explaining how they were dropped into a completely different world, one ruled by a Demon Lord. Then, how they met people with strange, unique powers they called magic.

When he said that, Hermes interrupted him.

"Magic is not special," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. His eyes narrowed, voice low and dismissive—like he was correcting a child. "What we gods use is also a kind of magic. We just call it something else."

He waved a hand lazily, as if brushing the thought aside.

"Now continue."

Kael was a little thrown off. His eyes flicked toward Hermes for a second—brows twitching, but he didn’t say anything. Just took a quiet breath... and kept going.

He explained how they had to fight—and how they killed the heroes. His voice didn’t rise or fall. Just steady. Cold.

He told Hermes that those people had been traveling from world to world, searching for something.

His gaze tightened as he spoke. Shoulders tensed. A warning lingered in his tone.

"And now..." He paused, letting the silence stretch. "They might come to Olympus."

Kael leaned forward, eyes locking with the god’s—unblinking.

"If they don’t get what they’re after, they’ll destroy this world. Just like the others."

His voice didn’t waver.

Calm. Inevitable.

Hermes laughed—loud, sharp, echoing off the walls like a challenge.

"You’re overthinking it."

Kael didn’t flinch. His jaw tightened. He was getting tired of gods and their ego.

"But what if they do?" he asked, voice low. "And if we stop them, it could be the end."

Hermes’ smile faded slightly. He leaned in, his tone turning colder—like it was final warning.

"Child of Hades, we gods will not lose to humans."

His eyes glinted with divine arrogance.

"End of conversation."

He lowered his gaze, not even bothering to look at the god. His voice came out slow, deliberate.

"Could it be that..." he paused, letting the silence bite, "a god could feel fear?"

Kael muttered it, barely above a whisper—quiet, but cutting.

The air shifted.

The pressure in the room rose. The air had thickened, like the world itself was being flattened.

But Kael stood his ground. Head high.

Hermes slowly turned his head. The flicker of divinity in his eyes sharpened—cold and ancient.

"What did you say, halfling?"

His voice was cold, echoish—like it wasn’t just him speaking, but something older... something beyond.

"Do gods have hearing issues too?" he asked, lips curling into a dry smirk. "Maybe it’s time you passed that throne down to one of your sons. You’re clearly getting too old to rule."

Hermes’ eyes narrowed, the smirk gone.

"You’re getting quite brave. You think I can’t fry you?" he said, his voice low—crackling with divine threat.

Kael didn’t move. He just met the god’s gaze, unflinching.

"You can try," he muttered.

His voice was quiet—flat. But behind it... something darker stirred.

"Calm down," Chiron interrupted, stepping forward, his voice firm—measured, but edged with authority.

He turned toward Kael, his gaze steady.

"Now leave. Go back to class."

No warmth. Just order.

Before they could walk out, Hermes spoke again—this time, with a tone dipped in mockery, like he wanted to remind them they were nothing.

"Did you find any treasures?"

Kael didn’t look back. His voice was quiet, rough.

"No. We just managed to come out alive," he muttered. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Hermes hummed faintly, barely a sound.

"Okay. Go."

The words were flat, but the tone screamed louder than anything—you’re a failure... beneath us.

He walked out.

Kael’s face was filled with anger—jaw clenched, eyes burning. Every step was stiff, controlled... but barely.

While they walked back toward class, they heard students shouting and running outside.

"The Holy Knights have returned!"

That changed everything. Kael’s eyes lit up.

Orion and the others were back.

They rushed to the front gates.

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