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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 91 – The Patriarch's Truth

The coliseum smoldered with the aftermath of the battle. Cracks webbed across the arena floor. Gareth lay still, unconscious, crumpled beneath the weight of his own ambition.

But all eyes were on the one still standing.

And the man approaching her with deliberate steps—Charles Luther, Grand Patriarch of the clan, and the man whose shadow loomed over every sword ever drawn by a Luther.

He stopped three paces from Jean, his cane tapping against the stone.

"You've inherited the light," he said, staring at her with those cold, ancient eyes. "But more importantly, you've embraced the flame."

Jean rose slowly. Her body trembled—not from exhaustion, but from the words Gareth had spoken before the end.

"I want the truth," she said, her voice flat.

"You killed them," she said. "My parents. Not a dragon. Not an accident. You ordered their deaths."

Above, in the shadows, Silvia stood frozen. The Envoy Knights did not move. Not a breath dared interrupt the moment.

Charles sighed, as if burdened by memory.

"They were going to throw you away," he said. "Run to the Argon Sovereignty. Give the Emissary of Light to priests who would hide you in a temple while the world burned. I couldn't allow that."

"They were trying to diminish you," Charles said. "You were chosen by Celeste, not to hide, but to lead. And only through pain… does true leadership arise."

Jean stepped forward, her aura flaring again. Whitney appeared behind her, silent and still—but ready.

"I am the Patriarch," Charles said coldly. "And now, so are you—if you take it."

He gestured to the throne carved in the stone wall behind him.

"Claim the right. Finish what you started. Rule the clan. Lead the world's strongest swordsmen into the age of dragonfire to come."

Then she looked at Gareth—broken, yes, but still breathing. And she thought of Silvia, of her parents, of Celeste. Of the divine mission that transcended all thrones.

"I didn't fight Gareth for the throne," Jean said. "I fought him to stop the clan from becoming you."

The fire in her aura pulsed with radiant fury.

"I won't lead by blood. I won't rule like a tyrant."

Charles's smile cracked. Just a little.

"I'm not throwing it away," Jean said. "I'm changing it."

"I will accept the right of succession—but not to sit on that throne. I will rebuild this clan into something worthy of the power it holds. And the first thing I'll do…"

Then—Silvia Luther stepped down from the upper balcony, sword at her side.

But in his eyes, for the first time in years… there was fear.

CHAPTER 91. THE PATRIARCH'S TRUTH.