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Chapter 139: Father’s Plan Guidance

Dark clouds floated by, dimming Carl’s figure.

“Your true bloodline comes from your mother, Rowlin.”

“She was gifted like you are now, powerful and used this bloodline to become the true prodigy of our time.”

“But the more extraordinary a being, the heavier the responsibility that comes with it.”

“Rowlin’s bloodline can connect to demigod powers, but at a slight cost. For cultists, who sacrifice countless lives and souls for even a glimpse of a dark god, it’s as tempting as a holy flame in a long night. So, I’ve always felt that from the moment she inherited this bloodline, her fate was inevitably tragic.”

With a gloomy sigh, Carl clenched his fists helplessly.

Listening to this past, Roy’s mood grew heavy.

As he suspected, Rowlin was indeed not an ordinary person. But he hadn’t expected that this powerful bloodline was precisely what the cult coveted! Even more surprising, Carl couldn’t protect Rowlin.

Let’s face it, in terms of strength and status, Carl was second only to the Lionheart King. Unless the entire nation helped, there weren’t many forces that could stand against the Ainbrad family.

Moreover, with the Lionheart Kingdom backing him, no one could threaten him.

Yet still, Rowlin died.

From the moment she inherited that bloodline, was it truly destined for tragedy?

A weight heavier than the reversal of fate pressed down, leaving Roy a little breathless.

“I didn’t want you to walk the same path as Rowlin, but who would’ve thought it would come to this,” Carl said with a bitter smile, feeling like all his years of effort were in vain.

But at that moment, Roy spoke up, “Father, I really appreciate your concern.”

“But since I have already inherited the fate that comes with this bloodline, I don’t plan to run away.”

Carl paused, slowly turning around, surprised to see a mix of anxiety, unease, and even a hint of fear on the boy’s face, but his eyes burned with an unwavering determination like a candle in the dark.

“You once said that extraordinary beings must bear responsibilities far beyond those of normal people. Since I have inherited this bloodline, I don’t intend to shy away.”

“Moreover…”

Roy slowly exhaled and smiled slightly.

“Fate is not unchangeable. Rather than escaping under my father’s protection, even if I am destined to be crushed, I want to struggle until the very last moment!”

A gentle breeze blew through the gloom, a thin beam of morning light fell, obscuring Roy’s features.

In a daze, Carl seemed to return to the day the black-haired girl bid him farewell.

The girl then, like this moment, was anxious, uneasy, filled with fear for the future, yet unwilling to give up, stubbornly resisting fate.

Carl often wondered if he hadn’t been so cowardly back then, but instead joined her on her journey, would the outcome have been different?

That person had already passed; Carl had no chance for repentance.

But at least he could do something for the child before him.

“Heh, who would have thought I’d be the one getting preached to.”

Carl sighed softly.

Then, he straightened his posture, looking seriously at Roy.

“Since you are prepared, I won’t hide anything.”

“First, you need to understand how much cultists covet you. Whether it’s our kingdom’s [Cult of the Evil Dragon] or [All Things Wither] and [The Pale Hand], they’ll keep an eye on you. One day, you will inevitably confront them.”

Got it, so I’m like Tang Seng’s meat, and all sorts of monsters want a bite, huh? Roy thought humorously to himself.

No wonder in the original work, no matter which path he took, ‘Evil Roy’ always had connections with the cult; it seemed this was indeed due to his special bloodline that the cult found irresistible.

“So, there are two things you must do.” Carl paused deliberately, staring at him as if to test him.

“One, increase your power. You must not neglect either your true or false bloodline.” Roy blurted out the answer.

“Exactly. I can guide you in the upgrade of [Iron Blood], and as for your mother’s bloodline, I will give you her notes to refer to when we return.” Carl nodded.

[Iron Blood] requires life-and-death battles to upgrade, and after this escape, the bloodline power had reached a critical point; it wouldn’t be long before a breakthrough.

The mystery of the [False King] was more complicated; it seemed to require the reversal of fate and the Certificate of Kingship. Other than that, Roy knew almost nothing about this bloodline power. Information about the [False King] was exactly what Roy urgently needed—notes from a senior [False King] extraordinary being would be like a pillow for a sleepyhead.

“As for the second point, I need to develop a power.”

Carl nodded in satisfaction: “That’s right, and that’s why I wanted you to spend more time with Charlotte.”

You can’t face the cult alone.

Cultists are like rats crossing the street wherever they go. From this standpoint, all legitimate forces in Veszyra could be potential allies for Roy.

However, upon hearing this, Roy felt somewhat speechless.

So, is Charlotte the designated soft supporter my dad picked for me?

But upon further thought, it made sense; after all, the major forces in Veszyra had been building their foundations for decades, if not centuries.

Political marriages among nobles were a common practice; rather than starting from scratch, it was certainly more convenient and quicker to hitch a ride on someone else’s coattails.

Not to mention, the princess herself was indeed attractive… Roy had nothing to criticize about that.

“You’ve done well in this regard; after this escape, I imagine the princess has developed quite a good impression of you.” A sly smile crept onto Carl’s face, teasingly hinting at gossip.

Roy scratched his head, weakly saying, “Uh, about that, actually…”

“Charlotte already promised to make me her Oath Knight.”

At this, Carl’s body stilled, his expression shifting from appreciation to elation.

In a certain sense, an Oath Knight is like a personal maid, essentially family to nobles.

However, being an Oath Knight also carries a hint of royal agency, meaning one actually enjoys a portion of royal rights—of course, the most important thing being that an Oath Knight of the opposite gender and similar age to an unmarried royal means they are just a step away from fully joining the royal family!

“So, do you get it?” Meanwhile, Charlotte was crossing her legs, smirking at the blonde maid across from her as she revealed her winning card.

That’s right, after Roy left, the two girls continued their contest.

“Tonight, Roy will officially become my Oath Knight, and no matter what you do, you won’t be able to stop it!”

However, upon hearing this, the blonde maid did not react as she expected with anger or tears, but faced her, tilting her head, and said confusingly, “Alice wasn’t planning to stop you guys, though?”

“…Huh?”

“To be honest, Alice wants to congratulate you both.”

The blonde girl clapped her hands with a blank expression.

That left Charlotte utterly baffled.

 

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