Capítulo 26: MY DEPENDENT ASS ALWAYS INVOLVES OTHERS
As the realization of his situation sank in, Ravan felt a cold shackle snap around his wrist.
The special type of cuffing device that was designed to suppress mana intake was unlike anything he had experienced before.
Chains crisscrossed his chest and back, securing a lock over his body.
This device was notorious for sealing off the mana core within a person, rendering them powerless.
Rhett laughed mockingly, nudging the officer who was fastening the cuffs.
"There's no need for the mana sealer," he said, smirking.
"Ravan doesn't even have any mana, let alone any talent. It's just a bump, so there's no point in using it."
Though Ravan felt a pang of anger at Rhett's words, he knew they were true.
His lack of mana had always been a sore spot, a constant reminder of his perceived inadequacy.
Yet, the humiliation of having it thrown in his face stung deeply.
As he was escorted out of the blacksmith department, the weight of the chains felt heavier with each step.
People around him paused in their work, their eyes following him with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
The murmur of voices was low, but Ravan could hear every word.
"Isn't that the degenerate from the House of Zenith?" one voice whispered.
"Yeah, that's him," another replied.
"The one they said was talentless."
"To think he would be caught up in something like this," someone muttered.
"I heard he was kicked out because he couldn't do anything right," a voice added.
The whispers continued, each one a dagger to Ravan's already bruised pride.
He kept his head down, trying to block out the cruel words, but they seeped into his consciousness, reinforcing his sense of failure.
Laila and Rina watched helplessly as he was led away, their faces etched with worry and guilt.
They had been complicit in the scheme, and now Ravan was paying the price.
Laila wanted to shout out, to defend him, but fear held her back.
Rina looked on, biting her lip, silently praying that somehow this would all resolve without further disaster.
Rhett and Riker followed closely behind, their presence a constant reminder of his disgrace.
As they exited the building, Rhett leaned in close, his voice dripping with condescension.
"It's funny, isn't it? The mighty House of Zenith, and here you are, a fallen star. Just accept it, Ravan. You were never meant for greatness."
Ravan didn't reply. He knew any response would only fuel their taunts.
Instead, he focused on putting one foot in front of the other, each step taking him further from the life he had known and deeper into an uncertain future.
As they moved through the courtyard, the reality of his situation pressed down on him.
The familiar surroundings of the blacksmith department felt foreign and hostile.
The chatter of people, the clang of metal, the smell of burning coal—everything seemed distant and surreal.
The gate loomed ahead, a threshold he would cross not as a free man, but as a prisoner.
And with each step, the weight of his chains grew heavier, the judgment of those around him more palpable.
As they neared the gate, the imposing iron bars looming ahead, Adam suddenly appeared, stepping in front of the group.
His stern expression softened slightly as he saw Ravan, and he gestured for the officers to hold off for a moment.
"Wait," Adam said, his voice calm but firm.
"I need a word with him."
The officers exchanged glances but ultimately nodded, allowing Adam to pull Ravan aside.
He looked Ravan straight in the eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or regret.
"Is it true, kid?" Adam asked, his voice low but intense.
"Did they catch you with the human mana cores? The ones taken from those tower workers?"
Ravan looked down, unable to meet Adam's gaze.
The weight of his guilt and shame was almost unbearable. His silence was all the answer Adam needed.
Adam sighed heavily, stepping back and shaking his head.
"I hoped it wasn't true," he muttered.
"But your silence speaks volumes."
Ravan felt a desperate urge to confess everything, to tell Adam about the illegal commission he had taken.
He had only wanted the money, a chance to live well, but now he saw the cost of his greed.
But he couldn't bring himself to speak.
The words stuck in his throat as he watched Adam's disappointment turn to resignation.
Adam gave Ravan a final look, one filled with a mixture of pity and frustration, before stepping away.
"I hope you understand the gravity of your actions," he said quietly.
"I wish things had been different."
As Ravan was led back to the group, he couldn't shake the feeling of utter hopelessness.
His thoughts were a whirlwind of regret and confusion.
Should he have told Adam the truth?
Would it have made a difference?
Meanwhile, a commotion broke out as officers began cuffing Laila and Rina.
Laila's voice rose above the murmur of the crowd, her words laced with anger and desperation.
"Let go of me!" she shouted.
"You're manhandling us like criminals!"
"No can't do miss, its seems that the two of you were accomplices," Ryker said.
The officers tightened their grip, but Laila's defiance only grew.
"This is ridiculous!" she continued, struggling against them.
Rina, although quieter, looked equally distraught, her eyes wide with fear and confusion as she was escorted to the vehicles.
The scene drew the attention of everyone around.
Whispers and pointed fingers followed them as they were led to the waiting vehicles that would take them to the courts.
Ravan, Laila, and Rina were all pushed into the back of the vehicles, the doors slamming shut behind them.
Inside the confined space, the reality of their situation hit them hard.
The journey to the courts would be long, filled with uncertainty and fear.
Ravan could still hear Laila's angry protests and Rina's quiet sobs.
His own heart pounded with a mix of anger, fear, and a desperate need for redemption.
'Maybe I shouldn't have brought the two of them into my own mess,' Ravan thought.
'But my stubborn mind couldn't listen.'
'Help...I just had to ask for their help, because my ass is always dependent on others.'
'Maybe father was right...'
As the vehicle started moving, Ravan leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes.
He had wanted a better life, but now it seemed he had lost everything.
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