382 They Have Skill Issues
“Arthur, you sure are keeping a lot of secrets,” Lawrence said as he sipped his cup of coffee. “I didn’t know that the Leventis Family owned a submarine as big as an aircraft carrier. Since when did you dabble in creating something like that?”
Arthur sipped from his own cup of coffee and didn’t bother to answer Lawrence’s question.
The Grand Marshal of the Central Government had been asking him countless questions ever since they returned to the Aircraft Carrier, and frankly, Arthur didn’t know the answer to most of them.
“You don’t want to spill the beans?” Lawrence inquired.
“What the Leventis Family does is our business,” Arthur replied. “I don’t see any point in discussing the matters of my family with you.”
“Fair.” Lawrence nodded. “However, since the two of us are cooperating from this moment onward, it would be best if we don’t keep too many secrets from each other, right?”
Arthur only shrugged and kept his lips shut tight.
“Then answer this question of mine.” Lawrence placed his cup on the table and looked at Arthur with a solemn gaze. “That submarine is so big, yet it didn’t appear on the radar. Do you have any idea why we can’t detect it?”
“Use a better radar,” Arthur shrugged. “But we are already using the best radars that the best military engineers have developed!”
“Then they have skill issues.”
Arthur, who had no idea how Thirteen managed to keep the Nautilus hidden from the military radars either, decided to act smug as if he had everything under control. Lawrence wanted to refute Arthur’s words because the greatest minds on the planet had been working to provide humanity with the best technology to fight against the Jinns and Majins. But the fact remained that the Submarine couldn’t be detected by their radars. This meant that it was equipped with an advanced form of stealth technology that they were not aware of.
“Sell me the blueprint of that Submarine,” Lawrence stated. “Not happening.” Arthur shook his head firmly.
He had never even seen the blueprint of the Nautilus—how could he sell something he didn’t possess?
Thirteen had contracted many builders at the same time and commissioned them to make only a certain part of the submarine.
Only the core elements, like the power sources and the Main Cannons, were made by the Leventis Engineers.
In short, Thirteen had put a lot of effort into ensuring that no one would be able to build the Nautilus unless they designed one from scratch on their own!
The only thing Leventis Engineers did was assemble these parts according to Thirteen’s instructions.
In fact, after seeing the completed submarine, Arthur already asked his no-good grandson to give him the blueprint, but he firmly declined.
He even told Arthur that humanity was still not ready for such a technology, and if it fell into the wrong hands, it might lead to consequences that even the teenage boy might not be able to handle. “Fine.” Lawrence sighed. “Keep your secrets with you. But I want us to be allies from this point onward.”
Arthur nodded in agreement. After all, this was something Zion had been pushing for in the past three years. Forming an alliance with the Central Government was a good thing, and he was certain that the Leventis Family would benefit a lot from it.
However, Arthur understood that all of this was only possible because of his no-good grandson, who still hadn’t returned even after four hours had passed.
Benedict and the other representatives of the Dvalinn Federation had been wanting to talk to Arthur and Lawrence, intending to ask them whether their mission had succeeded.
However, Arthur didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, so he asked his son, Michael, to tell Benedict and the others that he and the Grand Marshal were currently having a strategic meeting.
Lawrence, who also didn’t want to deal with the Dvalinn Federation until Zion returned, also ordered his son, Tristan, to stop anyone from disturbing his talks with Arthur.
Meanwhile, while his Grandfather and the Grand Marshal were waiting for him to appear, Thirteen was busy modifying the memories of the three ladies who had accompanied him in fighting against the Brain Beetle.
He was aware that, later on, they would be questioned by their superiors and perhaps also be interrogated by the representatives of the Dvalinn Federation—fighting the Brain Beetle was a big thing, so they would definitely want to know what really happened during the raid.
Since he had made Viola, Sharon, and Louise drink a serum before they fought against the Brain Beetle, all the memories they had during that time were erased.
They also forgot about Rocky, who had taken them to the lair of the Brain Beetle seven miles under the ground.
Thirteen could just say that the Brain Beetle managed to succeed in controlling them and tampering with their memories.
In order to keep Nautilus a secret, he made the three Valkyries sleep and inspected their bodies for any hidden injuries.
Although the Brain Beetle had been in a weakened state, it was still capable of using Psychic Blasts, which could cause internal injuries.
Fortunately, the heat-resistant armor the Valkyries wore was enough to prevent them from suffering any injuries during the battle.
After making sure that there was no hidden danger, Thirteen decided to return to the Airship.
The Nautilus was equipped with a transport helicopter, and they would be using it to return to the Aircraft Carrier.
“Young Master, are you planning to raise the Brain Beetle’s egg?” Hans asked as he sat on the pilot seat of the Helicopter.
“That’s the plan,” Thirteen replied. “But I’m sure that it’s not going to be easy.”
Thirteen didn’t plan on hiding anything from the butler. Just like Cristopher, Hans was already one of his people.
He would never betray Thirteen, so he didn’t mind sharing some of his secrets with him.
“Young Master, where did the Brain Beetle go?” “In a place that it cannot escape from.”
Hans was very familiar with the teenage boy by now, so he didn’t pry on the matter.
If Zion couldn’t tell him where the Brain Beetle was, it just meant that he wasn’t supposed to know where it had disappeared to.
“We’re ready to go, Young Master,” Hans stated. “Let us go back to the Carrier,” Thirteen ordered. “I’m sure that my Grandpa is feeling constipated right now because he’s the one who’d be dealing with the mess I made back there.”
Hans couldn’t stop himself from smiling. The only member of the Leventis Family who dared to make the Patriarch suffer was none other than the teenage boy, who had helped Lady Callista recover from her illness.
The moment the hatch of the Nautilus opened up, the Helicopter took to the skies to return to the Naval Fleet that had retreated twenty miles away from the Rigel Continent.
Just as he expected, the moment he landed on the carrier, Arthur and Lawrence were already there, waiting for him.
But it wasn’t just them.
The representatives of the Dvalinn Federation were also there, looking at the teenage boy with expectations.
The teenage boy was certain that they were dying to ask him many questions, so he decided to shut them up for the time being by snapping his fingers.
A moment later, half of the corpse of the Brain Beetle appeared in front of everyone, making Arthur, Lawrence, and the Members of the Dvalinn Federation look at it in disbelief.
Suddenly, a resounding cheer and applause reverberated in the surroundings—the members of the 69th Battalion and the Valkyries rejoiced as they saw the proof of their mission being a complete success.
On that day, news of Evuvug’s death spread in the Network of Wanderers like wildfire.
This made those who were stationed in the Cygni Continent raise their fists in triumph.
Finally, humanity had taken that first step in reclaiming the lands that the Jinns and Majins had taken away from them.