Chapter 188: Furthermore

Morgott’s protection was more like a form of surveillance.

Furthermore, Godrick did not know the true identity of Margit, the Fell Omen.

As for the offspring of Radagon and the Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon? Ranni, Radahn, and Rykard?

Everyone felt they were not of the Golden Lineage.

Indeed, the offspring of the Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon possessed great runes and were Shardbearers, but that was after Radagon became Elden Lord.

The secret that Radagon was Marika was known to few.

So, in people’s perception, the three siblings born to the Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon had no blood relation to Godrick; after Radagon abandoned the Queen, they became even more like strangers.

And what about Miquella and Malenia?

That goes without saying.

Godrick’s six-fingered hand reached out cautiously toward Mia.

He took the golden crown from the girl’s hand.

After he put down his axe, placed the crown back on his head, and tidied his white hair…

“Do you acknowledge me? Acknowledge me as a scion of the golden lineage?”

He asked humbly.

“Of course you are, Godrick. You are Godwyn’s child. I know you lack strength, Godrick, but strength isn’t everything in this world.”

Mia took a breath.

She recalled the story Wilden had told her not long ago.

“Let me tell you a story, nephew.”

“Once, there was a majestic giant wolf.”

Mia gently recounted that story.

Godrick listened to the story about the great wolf, which had long been buried deep within his memory.

His golden pupils constricted and then dilated.

By the end of the story, he had already knelt down.

Weeping continuously while facing the ground.

He did not care whether he could become a true Elden Lord.

If the Night of the Black Knives had not occurred, he would have been nothing more than Godwyn’s second son.

He was never meant to become an Elden Lord in the first place.

The throne of the Elden Lord—he did not care for it.

He only wanted to go home.

If the Night of the Black Knives had not occurred, he would still be in Leyndell today, Godwyn would still be the prince, and Radagon would still be the Elden Lord.

And him? He was not the heir; he could wander the gardens every day, play with friends, and take carriage rides through the lands blessed by the Erdtree.

Even when he grew up, the most likely outcome would have been for him to be granted a castle at the foot of the Erdtree and live as a carefree lord.

He was not like Miquella; he had no loved ones with incurable diseases waiting for him to heal them.

Nor was he like Radahn, who aspired to become a hero like Radagon.

He was not even like Morgott!

The Omen had been imprisoned until the Shattering broke out; only after becoming Margit did Morgott truly understand the world, wanting to love and be loved.

Godrick wanted nothing! This war had given him nothing but suffering!

Godrick, the second grandson of the Elden Lord—what kind of ambition could he possibly have?

Godrick wished he were still that young boy, and that the Erdtree could still be as prosperous as it once was.

Perhaps he was similar to Malenia.

Malenia did not care about anything; she only wanted her brother to come home.

And as for Godrick, his power did not allow him to not care about those things, even if all he wanted was to go home.

“Don’t cry.” Even though Mia had been prepared, she was still a bit overwhelmed when faced with the collapsing Godrick.

Godrick looked ugly when he cried.

His wrinkled old face was smeared with tears, so ugly that it was hard to look at.

From the perspective of public morality, Mia would have preferred Godrick to smile.

“I will take you home, and I will also make the Erdtree return to its former appearance—”

Mia’s clumsy comfort only made Godrick cry even harder; he wailed, venting his emotions.

Mia paced around somewhat impatiently.

The old man’s wailing echoed over the courtyard like the screeching of a demon.

Mia felt like she had experienced the most agonizing ten minutes of her life.

When Godrick had finally vented most of the emotions he had suppressed for countless years, his wailing turned into occasional sobs.

Mia cast a calm spell on him.

Godrick sat on the ground.

It was now the post-event sage time; after accepting everything that had just happened, he was staring blankly at the air in front of him.

“Do you want my great rune?” Godrick said. “I can give it to you.”

“And what about you?” Mia sat on a tombstone, swinging her legs.

If an outsider were to see this, they would likely never imagine that the monster who looked like a thousand-year-old tree spirit was actually the junior.

And that the girl swinging her legs, radiating a youthful aura, was actually the elder.

“The great rune is useless.” Godrick said with some disappointment.

He was the most legitimate surviving heir of the Elden Lord, and the great rune he inherited was the most important one.

But so what?

He was so weak that no one took him seriously.

The most important great rune—merely protecting it had already exhausted Godrick’s energy.

For so many years, the only Soldier who had shown any concern for him…

…was actually his own aunt, whom he had met for the first time.

Although it was after she had beaten him up, Godrick held no grudge about it.

If he hadn’t been beaten, he wouldn’t have even known Mia was his aunt.

“You keep it; it is your inheritance.” Mia said generously.

Presumably, she cared more about whether Godrick was willing to follow her than whether the great rune was in her hands.

If Godrick was willing to join her, then it didn’t matter whose hands the great rune was in.

“I care about something else.” She said.

“Do you want to come with me? You are my family, Godrick. We can figure out a way to return to Leyndell together and make the Erdtree return to how it used to be.”

Then, Godrick answered without hesitation: “I am willing!”

Little Godrick is truly miserable, having been kicked around like a ball since the Shattering began, with absolutely no strength. Love you all, goodnight. Damn, the power went out! As the title says! I hadn’t finished writing when, kua, the power went out. I called the property management, and they are contacting the power company. I will just go to sleep today (lying down). I will make it up tomorrow; by the way, I am planning to resume daily updates!

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