True Immortal Heart-Chapter 54: Lysandra Joins

Tharion was a man seasoned by years of surviving in a world steeped in schemes and complexities. Naturally, he could grasp the subtle implication hidden in Dusk’s words.

The moment he realized it, his breathing grew heavier. Despite being an old man, a surge of youthful fervor stirred within him once more—an urge to charge into the world head-on again.

"Young brother, are you saying that someday... we might reach the heights of those godlike beings?" he asked, his eyes burning with intensity as he stared directly at Dusk.

Being stared at so intently by an old man with such a strange gaze made Dusk feel a little uncomfortable.

However, he didn’t show any displeasure. After all, it was just a minor discomfort, nothing worth mentioning. Tharion’s value far outweighed such trivialities.

"You’re not wrong," Dusk said honestly, "but that’s just in theory. Reaching that level is unimaginably difficult. Even I have no idea how to do it."

He had no intention of pretending to know everything—such a façade would be extremely dangerous.

If one day in the future, his allies believed he was capable of anything, while in reality he was struggling just to stay afloat, things could go very, very wrong.

"I understand what you’re saying," Lysandra interjected, "but I want to confirm something. Is immortality truly possible for us?"

For her, her ambition mattered more than anything, so of course this was something she deeply cared about.

"It absolutely is," Dusk replied firmly.

Though truth be told, he had no idea how to actually achieve immortality.

It was true that a rank 6 Heart Master could live a very long life, but that still fell far short of true immortality.

Caelan, being a seasoned merchant, wasn’t one to believe in baseless claims so easily.

"Do you have proof—or at the very least, something that can support the idea that immortality is truly possible?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "After all, it feels like you’re trying to convince us of something."

He himself couldn’t quite believe that a complete stranger would suddenly reveal so many important secrets to him.

Even if it were true that his daughter had saved Dusk, he still felt it wasn’t enough to warrant such trust. His cautious nature as a businessman would not allow him to lower his guard so easily.

Now that the conversation had finally reached the main topic, Dusk was more than happy to speak his mind. After all, he’d been waiting patiently for this moment.

"Let me be direct. I want to invite you all to join the Great Love Guild," he declared. "It’s an organization I founded not long ago. Before I left, it only had three members, including myself. I created this guild to spread my love for all of humanity in these trying and chaotic times."

He spoke with clarity and conviction, and in that moment, he looked more like a trustworthy leader than some dangerous outlaw.

Tharion and Caelan frowned. Neither of them could sense deceit in Dusk’s words, nor did they find any proof he was lying. But they were merchants, not saints. Spreading love across all humanity? What kind of profit would they gain from that?

Of course, Dusk understood that these two old foxes would hesitate. That’s why he aimed his next move at the only one among them who had a path of her own.

He extended a hand toward Lysandra, smiling warmly as he made a welcoming gesture.

"What do you think? You once told me you wanted to become the perfect beauty. And isn’t it only fitting for a perfect beauty to carry love for all of humanity?"

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when two hostile gazes locked onto him.

"You brat, are you trying to seduce my young and inexperienced niece? Do you want to die?" Tharion roared, raising his fist to the heavens in fury.

But contrary to his concern, Lysandra had ideals of her own.

"Let him finish," she said calmly.

"I meant this as a personal invitation to you, not to the Veilrose family," Dusk continued sincerely. "I see extraordinary talent and character in you. That’s why, if possible, I want to stand alongside you—not just as allies, but as comrades. Together, we’ll spread love across all of humanity. You can become the perfect figure you’ve always dreamed of being."

Right now, he looked more like a passionate social activist fighting for humanity than a ruthless killer who’d take a life without hesitation.

Lysandra was clearly moved. After all, the invitation aligned perfectly with the goal she had always pursued.

Without a hint of hesitation, she nodded—much to the shock of her father and grandfather. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"I accept," she said.

"Wait! Are you absolutely sure about this?" Caelan asked, visibly worried.

He was clearly anxious, afraid his precious daughter was being swindled by some heartless scoundrel.

Dusk’s actions had given him the impression that the man was genuinely good. But still, anyone who tried to take his daughter away would instantly be branded an enemy.

Tharion felt the same. Anyone bold enough to take his granddaughter away was automatically picking a fight with him.

"I’m not a child anymore, and I’m certainly not foolish. Obviously, I can decide my own future," she said with a smile.

Hearing that, the two men fell silent. They weren’t stubborn old fools—on the contrary, they were men of reason.

Everyone had their own life to live. Standing in someone’s way was no different from standing against them.

"Very well. You can make your own decisions," Caelan sighed at last.

But the sharp glint in his eyes returned almost immediately. He turned toward Dusk, as if now regarding him not as a suitor but as a negotiating partner.

"My daughter’s decision has nothing to do with the Veilrose family. Now, let’s talk about the family’s stance toward you. If you can prove your worth, then we’ll consider cooperation."

"Fair enough. Let’s start with the matter of immortality," Dusk said, smiling with confidence. "Though I don’t yet have a concrete method to achieve immortality, I do know one of the world’s greatest secrets."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Tharion scowled. Being toyed with by a brat was not something he found amusing. He fixed a stern gaze on Dusk.

"If you’ve got something to say, then spit it out. Otherwise, forget the cooperation."

Dusk hadn’t expected these two to become so impatient all of a sudden. In that case, he decided not to beat around the bush any longer.