Chapter 2410: Fourth Son of God

Chapter 2410: Chapter 2410: Fourth Son of God

"Luviya, that dragon couldn’t have known about my appearance in advance. After all, I... am the gravity of fate. But this also means that the Seven Great Families are not direct descendants of those seven witches? After all, witches are incapable of reproduction."

Shard summarized, and Luviya glanced at the door to confirm it was closed before nodding:

"Yes, the Seven Great Families were formed by the descendants of their siblings. As for that bizarre dragon and the dragon scales and responsibility it inherited..."

Luviya pursed her lips and said weakly:

"I was injured precisely when trying to divine this. The deity of the devouring dragon about to arrive at Moon Bay, according to Shard, is the ’Unnamed Firstborn’ of the Ancient God. So guess what, if the first dragon created by the Ancient God ’Dragon of Radiant Light’ from its own flesh and power is called ’Unnamed Firstborn’ and holds a special status, does the second one also have something special?"

Iluna nearly jumped up in shock:

"Do you mean the dragon killed by the seven witches of the Fifth Era was actually the ’Second Son’?"

"No, it was the Fourth Son, or rather the descendants of the Fourth Son. The ’Second Son’ is the Old God ’Dragon God - [Dragon Wing Emperor],’ and the ’Third Son’ is the Old God ’Volcano God - [Lord of Lava].’ The Old Gods all obtained their father’s..."

Luviya suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Shard hurriedly supported her, and Iluna rushed to bring the Holy Water they hadn’t finished using. They both stopped her from speaking further.

The girl with purple eyes was already frighteningly pale. Such ancient secrets directly involved the true origins of some "Old Gods" and were no topics for mortals to easily discuss, even though her spirit was far stronger than that of a typical Circle Sorcerer.

The two comforted Luviya as she lay on the sofa, though she wanted to continue telling the story. But Shard and Iluna disagreed.

Iluna anxiously held the cup of ’Holy Water’, while Shard knelt on one knee beside her, his eyes filled with worry:

"Alright, alright, don’t say anymore. Let me speculate. The Fourth Son of the Ancient God couldn’t share power like his three brothers, so he lived a mortal life until its end. But because of that, he reproduced biologically and had direct descendants. The ancestors Belindel and Edington killed in the Fifth Era were the descendants of the Fourth Son."

Luviya nodded lightly:

"That’s right. The Fourth Son didn’t gain his ’father’s’ power but was given a special responsibility. Thus, his descendants over generations inherit a bloodline far stronger than typical dragons and bear the responsibility of the Fourth Son."

She looked at Shard from her reclining position, her purple eyes growing ever more captivating.

Though worried, Iluna also ventured a guess:

"This duty was passed down to the end of the Fifth Era. According to Shard, the supernatural powers by then had greatly weakened compared to the earliest Eras, even more so than the Second, Third, and Fourth Eras. The dragon with noble ancestors went mad for being unable to bear the great power and secrets any longer, and only came to its senses before dying, dividing its power into seven parts and its secrets into seven parts, inheriting them to relatively weaker humans."

Luviya first shook her head and then nodded:

"The conclusion is correct, and the beginning too. Indeed, the descendants of the Fourth Son inherited the secret and the power through generations. But the reason for going mad was only half-correct, and also because..."

Her mouth was covered by Shard’s hand, making her obediently stop speaking.

"So, it wasn’t the Seven Great Families that chose Moon Bay, but the ’Fourth Son’ who chose Moon Bay?"

Shard said, but no one could clearly explain the past. Although the events related to ’Whispering Verses’ and The Chosen One could only be traced back to the late Fifth Era Witch Empresses at earliest, no one believed now that the plan truly started at the end of the Fifth Era.

Although the Ancient Gods have left, each had made arrangements in the Material World. The God of Wisdom left angels, the God of Light had numerous "descendants", the shadow of the ancient Tree God gazed at everything from the other side of the Time Corridor, and even the mad "Death’s Herald" could be related to the Ancient God of Death.

The Sun and Moon still hung high in the heavens, ancient echoes reverberating in ancient ruins. The Mythical Epoch and the First Era had long ended, but those threads of fate and stories continued to influence civilization before the Apocalypse.

It’s no use thinking so much, since in Luviya’s current state, it’s impossible to continue divining, especially since only the [Dragon Blood Coin] remains.

The acquisition of news regarding the white dragon scales was a surprise, and the tracing of Moon Bay City’s ancient stories to gain current information had already satisfied Shard.

The slot for the Chosen One of Light will be contested at the fall site of the Ancient God’s Fourth Son descendants. The final scene of the story of the seventh Chosen One has already begun.

"Speaking of which, the ’Third Son’ Old God - the Volcano God, isn’t that the deity originally worshipped by the [Volcano Alliance] that owned the ’Star Swordstone’?"

Iluna suddenly asked, and Shard nodded:

"That’s why I said, everything has traces to follow."

Luviya’s physical condition was still alright, but her spirit was severely damaged. Naturally, she couldn’t accompany Shard to visit the Wright Family’s old family cemetery.

Iluna needs to return to the Sun Cathedral before lunch; she carries great responsibility these days and cannot roam around freely.

However, Luviya, concerned about the divination result from last night, doesn’t feel comfortable letting Shard go out alone, so she insists Shard should go out in the afternoon. At lunch, once she confirmed who had time in the afternoon, she then selected a companion for Shard to go out with:

"Miss Eles, could you accompany Shard this afternoon? Shard has a date with Margaret at the Opera House tonight, so you both need to return before dinner."

Apart from the Countess who came back for lunch and was aware of her concern, the other ladies at the table all laughed.

Shard curiously glanced at Luviya; generally, Luviya wouldn’t mention such things at the dining table.

After lunch, Shard left Mia at the manor for a nap and set out with Miss Eles.

The Wright Family’s old cemetery is far outside the city, so the manor’s carriage took them to a farm outside the city, after which they rode horses together.

The initial plan was for each to have a horse, but the sea-blue-eyed Boat Maiden claimed while selecting horses:

"They are all afraid of me, so I’ll ride with you on the same horse."

As she spoke, she looked over at the horses in the stable, and her normally human eyes suddenly turned into vertical pupils. As a result, all the horses were frightened and shrank towards the depths of the stable. Miss Eles looked at Shard with a "see?" expression. Although Shard nodded, he clearly recalled that last time when the two went with Emilia to visit the Elven Ruins outside the city, Miss Eles had clearly ridden a horse.

Ultimately, they chose the most robust chestnut horse, with Shard in the front and the black-haired, blue-eyed girl holding his waist from behind.

With the help of the map and "Enhanced Spatial Awareness" for navigation, Shard wasn’t worried about losing the way, and thus set off directly.

At first, neither of them spoke while the horse ran along the country road that gradually filled with a thin, glowing white mist. Until Miss Eles, holding Shard’s waist, leaned her whole body against his back, allowing Shard to feel a warmth, she finally spoke amidst the wind:

"Did you know? Miss Violet, Miss Teresa, and I have discussed what your life might be like in the Sixth Era."

Shard, holding the reins, listened attentively:

"Does it seem quite different from what you imagined?"

"No, it’s exactly the same."

The girl from the sea laughed:

"The Witch Empresses believe that with your charm, witches of the Sixth Era certainly wouldn’t miss you. Now it seems that’s true, we just didn’t expect witches of this era to be so... reserved."

"Reserved" itself is a positive word, but Shard was sure the girl behind him didn’t use it that way.

"In the Fifth Era, a girl like this could never become a Grand Witch. The Witch Empresses all knew that if they didn’t actively seize things, they would end up with nothing. Shard, don’t view the witches of my era as girls with bad temper; in that era, they had to be this way."

"This era is quite nice, isn’t it?"

"Yes, it’s certainly much better than that era. After all, in that era, I couldn’t embrace you like this."

Her teasing voice carried clearly through the wind to Shard’s ears:

"When we sat around the fireplace having afternoon tea, we also speculated on the distant future, imagining what your life would be like. Hmm, it’s even poorer than we anticipated. Your quality of life doesn’t match your power."

At five or six rings, Shard still dared not admit it, but now, about to advance to eight rings, he knew the girl behind him was right:

"No matter, I don’t care about those things; I know I’m doing more significant things."

"Men just love to brag."

Her face nestled against Shard’s back, she shifted slightly:

"And indeed, the witches of this era haven’t taken good care of you. I heard from Luviya that you don’t even have a maid at home constantly? Sometimes you even have to prepare your own breakfast? Oh, I really can’t fathom what the witches of this era are thinking."

Some things she couldn’t say in front of the witches, but here it didn’t matter:

"You are a traveler through space-time, blessed by the Tree Father and Sage of the Moon, the only male to connect with witches over millions and tens of millions of years from the First Era to the present. The witches of this era didn’t even take good care of their chosen lover, how could they accomplish anything substantial? The era is too comfortable, leaving witches without ambition."