Levi Strabrort, the first in the line of succession of the Strabrort noble clan's head position was a pureblood elf. His father was the current clan head and his mother was one of the leading businesswomen in the city who ran a company that specialized in magical artifacts and pharmaceuticals.
This clan was specially made of elves and other people of different races only served as their servants and guards. Unlike the other clans who specialized in weapon-based classes & professions, the Strabrort clan preferred to have their members lean towards Magic & Alchemy. Only a few were focused on the weapon fighter class and they served as the people in charge of security of the clan.
But despite their exclusive classes... The clan was feared by many because the Elven clan was an absolute beast when it came to large group battles. Even an army of five thousand could be wiped out by this clan's five hundred mages. The clan head himself was an Intermediate Grandmaster rank Mage. Hence, the clan was currently ranked 3rd in terms of power level & influence in Flavot city.
Levi inherently had a talent for magic and was considered a genius amongst his peers. But he also inherited his mother's cunning nature.
Amongst all the other noble clan heirs, he was feared by many because Levi was an Intermediate master rank mage. He had already displayed his intellect and ability to master various elemental spells. No other noble clan's heir ever looked down on him.
Although his appearance was that of a young, short and skinny person which made him barely look like an 18 year old boy.. in actuality, he was 43 years old. Just that the Elves aged differently than the other races and their physical appearance made them look far younger. Even the current head was more than a hundred years old but looked like a man who just entered his 30s. He was the one who settled the clan here when the Flavot city was established more than 50 years ago.
It had been two days since Azrael's Declaration of War on the noble clan heirs and the public display of Erwin's dead body hung up in the same square where they had rap*ed the old blacksmith's daughter. The list of those noble heirs also included Levi.
Their entire circle was in uproar and all the noble clans had raised the security on the clan heirs who were guilty of the crime on that dreadful day four years ago.
At this moment, inside a pristine and beautifully decorated room, the father and son duo were sitting and talking with each other.
"Are you worried, son?" the father asked.
"No father. Not at all. He got that redhead runt because of the element of surprise. But since he was foolish to declare war against the noble clans, he can no longer move openly or try to kill us since everyone will be expecting him." replied the young elf.
"I'd say he's nothing but a brash individual who thinks too highly of the little strength he has." said the noble clan heir in a condescending tone.
"Listen, Levi. There are two types of people who make such types of declaration against powerful people. One type is who overestimate themselves... While the other type is who has the absolute strength to deliver upon their words.
And this Azrael.. Seems like the second type to me." said the Strabrort clan head.
"And why do you think that, father?" asked Levi.
"Because if he was afraid or unsure... He would've killed the heirs silently one by one after finding the opportunities and then make a bold statement in front of the entire city as he did.
But in this case.. He wants to let the noble clans know that he's coming. He wants to put fear in the remaining three heirs and even scare the noble clans in the process where they're constantly vigilant and fearful of losing their clan head successors.
That's not something someone without a plan or someone who is overestimating themselves does." spoke the father and gazed back at his son.
His eyes full of wisdom and experience had already established why he was the current head.
"So what do you propose, father? I shall cover in fear and hide inside the mansion?" asked Levi as his eyes turned somber.
"No.. I rather have a different strategy. How about we lure him out instead?" asked the elf.
"There's no use, father. The other clans already ransacked that peasant blacksmith's place. He has gone missing and not even a trace of his presence was left in that small house. I feel that old bastard was the one who asked this vigilante to target us." explained Levi.
"Then that only leaves us with another choice." spoke the father as he sat on the comfortable chair next to his son.
"If you leave your doors open, the enemy will walk in. And if the hunter thinks that he has trapped you... Then it's you who has trapped him." spoke the Elf with a smirk on his face.
When the night finally descended and the cold environment filled the surrounding of this huge mansion that was even bigger than the Adventurer Association. At this moment, there were more than 400 hundred guards and mages stationed over various entry points of this massively wide property.
Multiple detection barriers and trapping magic formations were placed around this huge mansion where the entire Strabrort clan lived.
From 2 kilometers away, a hooded figure looked at the heavily guarded mansion. For him, it was the day of deliverance.
Kahn had already relocated Albestros the next morning after he put Erwin's body in the square. He knew that the noble clans would come for the old grandmaster blacksmith first and maybe even torture or use him to lure him out. He wasn't an idiot to leave such a huge advantage in the hands of his enemies.
The old man was hidden inside a rundown warehouse in a desolate area of the city where no one lived at his point. It was also a good place for the old blacksmith to carry his forging as he already had all the tools and resources to forge Kahn's order. While the old man would keep himself busy.. Kahn would take these heirs one by one.
In the current moment.. Azrael had noticed the tight security and barely saw an opening to enter inside this clan's headquarters.
"How smart.. They left only two openings for me to enter through so I would walk right into their trap." spoke Azrael donned in his dark grey robes. He let out a light smirk and gazed at the mansion again with challenging eyes.
"Fine then.. Let's see who outsmarts who."