Chapter 365 Weakness of Amphitrite

Abigail’s mind was everywhere.

She had a throbbing headache from passing out and waking up multiple times in an unknown span of time—which she assumed to be no longer than an hour or two. One moment she was on a Pegasus’ back, and the next, she was standing in front of a door.

Not to mention, her body was shivering heavily from the freezing cold.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that she was having one of her worst days in the First Sky.

Just as she wanted to speak, the Guard Angel pushed the door open.

Abigail looked through the door and paused—she recognized this layout.

Her breath was caught in her throat when she realized that this was her family’s house in the hive. It had been months since she was here last, so she couldn’t recognize the house from the exterior.

But now she realized where she was.

"Go," the Guard Angel stepped aside. "He’s waiting for you."

Abigail didn’t know who this ’he’ she was referring to, but it wasn’t important right now.

In a rush, she ran through the corridor and then turned towards the living room.

Her body stiffened at the sight within the living room.

A man was sitting on the long sofa.

Someone with an imposing, domineering aura.

Judging from his stature—massive and broad-shouldered, making him look oversized or even comical against the sofa designed for normal humans—it was abundantly clear that he was a Supernal.

And though he was actively suppressing his mana, the weight of his presence was immense.

It still bled into the room like an uncontainable tide.

Abigail could feel a suffocating pressure pressing down on her shoulders—a physical gravity that made her bare legs struggle to support her own weight. ’Who is he...?’ She thought inside, gulping harshly as a bead of sweat slid down the side of her face. ’I’ve never seen him before.’

Most students wear masks most of the time, making it hard to see their faces.

For a freshman like her, it was harder to know the faces of seniors as they rarely crossed.

Humans are an extremely adaptable species.

Since most were wearing masks, most students memorized people from their eyes alone. But more commonly, the students remembered the auras of one another. It was an unconscious shift that happened to everyone.

And this man was not someone she had ever sensed in Eventide Academy before.

From his eyes, he should be someone handsome with a strong, chiseled jaw and sharp ocean-blue eyes that shimmered with an icy, predatory light—against the dim interior of the house. His white hair was medium-length and messy, defying gravity subtly as it floated and swayed gently, as if he were submerged underwater.

A prong of a trident came out from his scalp, right above each ear, and stretched back at an angle.

He wasn’t wearing a uniform.

Instead, he was dressed with an effortless arrogance.

A plain white silk long-sleeved shirt that clung to a heavily muscled chest, high-quality loose-fitting dark blue sweatpants that matched his eyes, and a thick coat placed on the armrest that was made of high-quality leather and warm white fur.

He leaned forward toward the table, elbows on his knees.

But Abigail’s eyes didn’t linger on him for long.

She was drawn violently to the man kneeling on the floor beside his knee.

A middle-aged man with a frail, fragile stature. He was holding a cup of hot tea, still steaming hot, with both hands; the porcelain rattled softly as his hands trembled badly. And though his face was angled slightly away and covered by a plain mask, Abigail could sense the terror.

For a good second, she stared at the man.

Her heart plummeted into her stomach as a cold, sickening wave of shock washed over her.

This man kneeling on the floor, trembling like a leaf on a windy day, was her father.

Abigail unconsciously took a step forward—but she stopped when the imposing man’s deep blue eyes fixed on her sharply. A gaze that she took as a warning not to get any closer. "There are many Guard Angels around. This is Eventide Academy’s hive. Do you really think you’re entitled to do anything you want here?’

Even with the clear warning in her words, the imposing man said nothing in return.

Instead, he grabbed the cup of hot tea, sipped on it slowly, and then gave it back again.

Her father’s hands reddened from holding the hot cup, but he endured it.

"Just put down the cup—dad," Abigail said with a restrained voice. Unfiltered anger climbed onto her chest. "Everything is going to be alright. I promise. He won’t do anything rash, trust me, dad."

"Are you sure about that?" the imposing man finally spoke.

His voice was melodious, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

Slowly, he reached out his hand to her father’s arm, and then squeezed hard.

Clang—!

"ARGGHK!"

Just a simple squeeze shattered the bone inside her father’s arm as the cup fell to the wooden floor, shattering into fragments. Her father’s scream blared across the entire house, but the imposing man did nothing to stop it.

He simply sat there, eyes fixed on Abigail.

"Dad!" Abigail shouted in concern.

She wanted to go over and check on her father, but she couldn’t move.

If she moved, then she wouldn’t know what the imposing man would do.

"How are you going to guarantee his safety?" the imposing man asked again.

Abigail gritted her teeth, and then her eyes shifted to an august spear leaning against the wall that hummed with mana. It must be the imposing man’s weapon, but it sat closer to her than to him.

She might be able to reach it first.

"Go ahead," the imposing man’s lips curled into a small smile. "If you think you’re fast."

Just his calm tone alone shattered Abigail’s bravery.

He wouldn’t be this confident if there was any chance for her to reach the spear before him.

Despite her seething anger, she calmed her nerves and avoided doing anything rash.

"Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important."

"You’re the one behind the water. You can bewitch others through water contact."

Abigail hadn’t expected anyone to make a move on her—not when she had done nothing that would warrant such aggression, so she’d never considered that someone had been behind her when she blacked out earlier.

But now, with the imposing man holding her father hostage, the truth was clear.

Her blackout had been deliberate.

A method to bring her here.

He was the one behind her desire to get closer to water.

And more importantly, this must have something to do with Kai.

"Yes, but you’re mistaken about one thing," the imposing man chuckled and then pointed his index finger at her. "You in particular—I can bewitch. I won’t have any influence on others as much as I have on you."

"Hm?" Abigail frowned, and then her eyes widened. "Supernal of Poseidon..."

"Exactly. Amphitrite adamantly refused Poseidon’s marriage proposal, and ran to the corners of the dark ocean. He sent his loyal messenger, a dolphin, to locate her and convince her to be honoured by his proposal. She was persuaded and finally returned, thinking that she returned out of her own volition—"

"But she was bewitched instead..." Abigail rasped before he could finish.

As a Supernal of Amphitrite, she knew well about her Patron Goddess.

She had read every recorded history.

And in the section about the marriage between her and Poseidon, Abigail remembered clearly that it was a happy and united marriage. Poseidon was able to win her over by respecting her boundaries of wanting to remain free.

Not cramped in his deep-water palace.

In the recorded ancient texts, Amphitrite swam freely across the entire ocean.

But it also has been stated in the texts that she was surprised by a fish—that seemed to always find her no matter where she went. She ignored it since it didn’t bother her or anything. Now, Abigail realized something that even her Patron Goddess didn’t.

Amphitrite was going in circles, thinking that she was free.

In reality, Poseidon has full control over her.

"Many people said a Supernal inherited the power of their Patron God, but that was wrong," the imposing man said, reclining on the sofa nonchalantly. "A Supernal inherited the blood of their Patron God. That included the Patron God’s power... and also weakness."

Abigail gritted her teeth.

A hot, helpless fury boiled in her chest.

She couldn’t believe how easily a Supernal of Poseidon could strip her autonomy, turning her into a puppet that travelled through the freezing snow in her undergarments. It was extremely frustrating; she felt violated, but there was nothing she could do.

"What do you want?" She finally asked; her voice hoarse but defiant.

Instead of answering, the imposing man took out a small glass vial from his pocket.

He held it up to the dim light as his sharp ocean-blue eyes studied it with a mild fascination.

The liquid inside was a vibrant, brilliant green, thicker than water but not quite syrupy.

He swirled it gently and then fixed his eyes on Abigail.

"Try it." He said and placed the vial on the wooden table between them.

Abigail didn’t move.

She stared at the green liquid with open skepticism.

For all she knew, it could be poison or maybe something far worse.

Sensing her hesitation, the man smiled—a cold, predatory curve of his lips. He popped the lid open, brought the vial to his mouth, and took a minuscule sip. He swallowed, then exhaled in soft satisfaction.

A faint wisp of sweet-smelling breath escaped him.

Only then did he place the vial back on the table, sliding it toward her.

Abigail’s gaze darted to the side. Her father was still weeping on the wooden floor as he tried his best to endure the pain from his broken arm. He wouldn’t last long in this condition—not with the terror and the pain wracking his frail human body.

She couldn’t afford to wait around and play mind games.

Reluctantly, she snatched the vial and took a small sip.

The green liquid hit her tongue like a strike of lightning. It was sharp, burning with the distinct, juniper-heavy bite of strong gin, but it was immediately chased by a rich, fruity sweetness—like crushed cherries and wild berries.

It was an incredibly complex, intoxicating flavor that instantly warmed her chest.

She quickly placed the vial back down and stepped away.

As she stood, she could feel her senses suddenly grow slightly heavier.

The imposing man leaned back, his ocean-blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"Can you feel it? Just a sip will make a Supernal drunk." He said casually, and then his voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "But more than that—could be lethal. Even leading to death."

Abigail’s body went rigid as she stared at the vial, and then at the imposing man.

"You..." She stammered, eyes narrowing. "You want me to give this to Kai?"