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Jean Luther, the youngest daughter of the prestigious Luther Clan, is both a rising swordswoman and the Emissary of Light, chosen by the goddess Celeste. After graduating from the Luther Academy, she is required to undergo a two-year assessment as an Envoy Knight, an elite order of Transcendent Master swordsmen loyal to the clan.

Upon her return, Jean is thrust into a brutal succession war for the Patriarchy of the clan. She embarks on a perilous journey to become the strongest swordsman in the world, accompanied by her divine guardian—a powerful dire wolf named Whitney.

LIGHTBEARER: THE CHRONICLE OF JEAN LUTHER

Chapter 65 – The Blood Moon Challenger

The air above Luther Citadel was thick with crimson clouds. The moon hung low and full, dyed in bloodlight—a celestial omen that hadn't appeared in over a century.

Jean returned astride a lightning-borne skyship granted by the Magistery, flanked by elite Magus Sages cloaked in glimmering wards. When the vessel touched down atop the Citadel spire, all eyes turned skyward.

She had returned—with magic at her back.

Her white hair danced in the wind. Luxclade pulsed faintly at her side, and Whitney leapt from the ship with a snarl that echoed through the valley.

The gates opened slowly, and waiting at the courtyard stood Elder Nadra, Elric, and even Grandfather Charles himself. But someone else stepped forward before any of them could speak.

A tall figure in blood-red armor, his aura burning like molten steel.

Her older brother. Her fiercest rival in the Succession War.

He had grown more powerful. Jean could feel it in the air—his aura compressed like a star, trembling the ground beneath his feet. A Transcendent Master, just as she was.

"Tiran," Jean said, her voice calm.

"You brought mages here?" he said coldly, eyeing Lucien Magus, who now descended beside her. "You would dare pollute Luther lands with arcane filth?"

Jean stepped down from the ship, cloak sweeping behind her.

"I brought allies," she said. "To fight Antares."

"While the true war is here, sister."

He drew his sword—Crimson Fang, forged from the melted scales of a young dragon. Its aura screamed for blood.

"I claim the right of the Blood Moon Challenge," Tiran declared. "An ancient rite. One duel. No interference. Winner earns the people's allegiance. And with that—command of the Clan's inner guard."

Gasps echoed from the watching knights.

Jean's eyes narrowed. "That rite hasn't been invoked in a hundred years."

"It is still law," Grandfather Charles said, voice stone-hard.

Whitney growled low. Lucien's expression turned cold.

Jean stepped forward, drawing Luxclade. The divine blade gleamed, humming with Severra's light.

Tiran smiled. "Then tonight, sister… we end this."

CHAPTER 65. THE BLOOD MOON CHALLENGER.