Chapter 26: Interruption
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Chapter 26: Interruption
From far away
At the starting point of the lake, a splash was heard.
Seeing a person being sucked beneath the ice sent a chill down the spine of the onlookers.
This cant be
Lucia Prient was no exception. She hadnt immediately recognized the fact that Shiron Prient failed to pass the succession ceremony. It was an unbelievable event.
She had anticipated that out of three, one might not make it through the succession, but she had never considered that it would be Shiron.
Why did he fail? What is Shiron lacking?
Lucia stared intently at the lake. A hole had appeared in the lake she had just passed, a hole that hadnt been there before. It was the spot where Shiron had been sucked in.
Even when she struck the ice, it had never shown a scratch, yet it astonishingly crumbled miserably when Shiron stepped on it. Even knowing that it wasnt ordinary ice, her heart sank.
If Shiron isnt qualified, then who is?
Lucias brow furrowed. Her fists clenched in frustration. A succession ceremony where one merely crossed the ice. While she made it, hadnt Siriel also passed without any issues?
A succession ceremony?
If the purpose of the succession ceremony was to continue the legacy of Kyrie, Lucia, as the reincarnation of Kyrie, was most fitting for this. Up to this point, she had no issues understanding.
Lucia turned her head to see Siriel tightly holding onto Hugo Prients sleeve.
Siriel, who was seemingly in the opposite position of Shiron.
The girl appeared frail, as if she couldnt even harm a bug. At a glance, she looked like the daughter of an ink peddler.
What about Shiron?
Shiron Prient. Lucias half-brother. Wielder of the holy sword.
Thus, she began to doubt the criteria, given the fact that Siriel, who was neither the reincarnation of a hero nor a wielder of the holy sword, had passed.
It was not that she particularly wished for Siriel to fail
As she was deep in thought,
He has failed.
Hugo, with his arms crossed, clicked his tongue in disappointment.
His brow slightly furrowed, but Hugo didnt necessarily feel like blaming Shiron. Even if Shiron failed the succession ceremony, it wasnt his fault.
I hope he doesnt take it too hard.
It was just a pity.
Hugo looked down at Lucia, who stood below him. This girl with red hair, similar to his younger brother Glen, had come to Dawn Castle not long ago and had started living with Shiron. According to Yuma, wasnt she also supposed to be Glens daughter?
While Shiron, Glens legitimate child, had black hair and eyes, Lucia had red hair with golden eyes. Whether she had inherited it strongly or not, ironically, Lucias appearance strikingly resembled a young Glen.
Even worse than a poor heir
Hugo sighed and stroked his beard. A worse heir than a legitimate child, and by any measure, a label of a worse brother than a younger sibling. In Hugos view, this tag wasnt any less significant than the former.
The fact that he was the only one to fail the succession ceremony, while his half-sibling and cousin passed, would undoubtedly scar Shiron deeply.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
He recalled the face of the Shiron he saw yesterday.
Shiron, who had smiled at Hugo in understanding when Hugo had insulted their father in front of him, had shown dignity beyond his age.
So unfortunate.
Since when did it start? A fragile emotion called sympathy had found a place in Hugos heart.
It was by no means impulsive.
Five years ago
Irina, Shirons mother, was buried in a simple funeral.
He still vividly remembers the face of Shiron he saw then.
The child stood blankly, watching the servants as they shed tears.
At six, Shiron was too young to understand the concept of death. Unaware that she was no longer of this world and expecting a response, Shiron wandered the castle, calling for his mother.
Yet Glen that scoundrel didnt even show his face at the funeral of his own wife.
What a damn cruel game.
While Shiron chewed on his flaring emotions, he simultaneously tried to calm his excitement. The faster his heart raced due to excitement, the less time he would have underwater, and he wanted to avoid that.
With clenched fists shaking, Shiron proceeded forward.
Thanks to the icy water, it was easy to regulate his emotions. All the previous training paid off. Even when submerged in cold water, his body didnt stiffen.
However, it was darker beneath the ice than he had anticipated.
The light couldnt penetrate, making the lake seem extremely deep, its unseen depths akin to an abyss that, if sucked into, one might never escape from, inducing fear.
Yet
Failing the succession ceremony and dying wasnt scarier. The reincarnator had passed, and even Siriel, who was two years younger, had made it through. The embarrassment of being the only one who didnt pass was more intolerable.
Damn it.
Shiron swam close to the ice, trying to navigate his way.
He didnt waste the breath he had taken deeply.
He didnt move his arms unnecessarily, only vigorously kicking with his legs.
Slowly
Towards the far shore.
Cutting across the current.
He moved forward.
How long had he swum like that?
The depth became shallower, and gradually, he began to see grains of sand.
He had arrived. Above the thick ice was his destination.
Well then.
Shiron planted his feet on the sandy bed to allow him to transmit his full power. His clenched fist was thrust upwards, prepared to break the solid ice.
Boom-!
Boom-! Boom-!
The moment the heavy blow touched the ice, consecutive ripples echoed in the water. It seemed he was ready to pour out all the energy he had conserved up to this point.
Boom-!
I knew it wasnt just simple ice.
Shiron alternately looked at the unwavering ice and his slightly scraped knuckles.
Since he possessed this body, he rarely felt pain. Now, his fist felt numb. Blood began to seep from his fist.
So entering was easy, but leaving isnt? Did someone think I wanted to die trapped under this ice?
Perhaps it was because of the commotion he made underwater.
Outside seemed rather noisy.
Vague murmurs of people could be heard from beyond the ice.
Fortunately, no helping hands reached out to him.
Its a good thing I warned them beforehand.
Shiron smirked bitterly. It would defeat the purpose if he had accepted someones help after coming this far. It would be better to outright fail from the beginning and earn sympathy.
Shiron tapped his solar plexus lightly.
It seems the benefit obtained after the disintegration of the sacred relic had been fully digested. His previously bloated stomach felt much better.
I was anxious they might discover it.
Fortunately, the digested treasure wasnt detected. In other words, it had already become one with Shiron.
Thus, he became a being who could draw a holy sword from anywhere in his body. And yet
Ive always wanted to try this once.
The boy opened his mouth and drew out the holy sword.
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Chapter 26: Interruption
From far away
At the starting point of the lake, a splash was heard.
Seeing a person being sucked beneath the ice sent a chill down the spine of the onlookers.
This cant be
Lucia Prient was no exception. She hadnt immediately recognized the fact that Shiron Prient failed to pass the succession ceremony. It was an unbelievable event.
She had anticipated that out of three, one might not make it through the succession, but she had never considered that it would be Shiron.
Why did he fail? What is Shiron lacking?
Lucia stared intently at the lake. A hole had appeared in the lake she had just passed, a hole that hadnt been there before. It was the spot where Shiron had been sucked in.
Even when she struck the ice, it had never shown a scratch, yet it astonishingly crumbled miserably when Shiron stepped on it. Even knowing that it wasnt ordinary ice, her heart sank.
If Shiron isnt qualified, then who is?
Lucias brow furrowed. Her fists clenched in frustration. A succession ceremony where one merely crossed the ice. While she made it, hadnt Siriel also passed without any issues?
A succession ceremony?
If the purpose of the succession ceremony was to continue the legacy of Kyrie, Lucia, as the reincarnation of Kyrie, was most fitting for this. Up to this point, she had no issues understanding.
Lucia turned her head to see Siriel tightly holding onto Hugo Prients sleeve.
Siriel, who was seemingly in the opposite position of Shiron.
The girl appeared frail, as if she couldnt even harm a bug. At a glance, she looked like the daughter of an ink peddler.
What about Shiron?
Shiron Prient. Lucias half-brother. Wielder of the holy sword.
Thus, she began to doubt the criteria, given the fact that Siriel, who was neither the reincarnation of a hero nor a wielder of the holy sword, had passed.
It was not that she particularly wished for Siriel to fail
As she was deep in thought,
He has failed.
Hugo, with his arms crossed, clicked his tongue in disappointment.
His brow slightly furrowed, but Hugo didnt necessarily feel like blaming Shiron. Even if Shiron failed the succession ceremony, it wasnt his fault.
I hope he doesnt take it too hard.
It was just a pity.
Hugo looked down at Lucia, who stood below him. This girl with red hair, similar to his younger brother Glen, had come to Dawn Castle not long ago and had started living with Shiron. According to Yuma, wasnt she also supposed to be Glens daughter?
While Shiron, Glens legitimate child, had black hair and eyes, Lucia had red hair with golden eyes. Whether she had inherited it strongly or not, ironically, Lucias appearance strikingly resembled a young Glen.
Even worse than a poor heir
Hugo sighed and stroked his beard. A worse heir than a legitimate child, and by any measure, a label of a worse brother than a younger sibling. In Hugos view, this tag wasnt any less significant than the former.
The fact that he was the only one to fail the succession ceremony, while his half-sibling and cousin passed, would undoubtedly scar Shiron deeply.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
He recalled the face of the Shiron he saw yesterday.
Shiron, who had smiled at Hugo in understanding when Hugo had insulted their father in front of him, had shown dignity beyond his age.
So unfortunate.
Since when did it start? A fragile emotion called sympathy had found a place in Hugos heart.
It was by no means impulsive.
Five years ago
Irina, Shirons mother, was buried in a simple funeral.
He still vividly remembers the face of Shiron he saw then.
The child stood blankly, watching the servants as they shed tears.
At six, Shiron was too young to understand the concept of death. Unaware that she was no longer of this world and expecting a response, Shiron wandered the castle, calling for his mother.
Yet Glen that scoundrel didnt even show his face at the funeral of his own wife.
What a damn cruel game.
While Shiron chewed on his flaring emotions, he simultaneously tried to calm his excitement. The faster his heart raced due to excitement, the less time he would have underwater, and he wanted to avoid that.
With clenched fists shaking, Shiron proceeded forward.
Thanks to the icy water, it was easy to regulate his emotions. All the previous training paid off. Even when submerged in cold water, his body didnt stiffen.
However, it was darker beneath the ice than he had anticipated.
The light couldnt penetrate, making the lake seem extremely deep, its unseen depths akin to an abyss that, if sucked into, one might never escape from, inducing fear.
Yet
Failing the succession ceremony and dying wasnt scarier. The reincarnator had passed, and even Siriel, who was two years younger, had made it through. The embarrassment of being the only one who didnt pass was more intolerable.
Damn it.
Shiron swam close to the ice, trying to navigate his way.
He didnt waste the breath he had taken deeply.
He didnt move his arms unnecessarily, only vigorously kicking with his legs.
Slowly
Towards the far shore.
Cutting across the current.
He moved forward.
How long had he swum like that?
The depth became shallower, and gradually, he began to see grains of sand.
He had arrived. Above the thick ice was his destination.
Well then.
Shiron planted his feet on the sandy bed to allow him to transmit his full power. His clenched fist was thrust upwards, prepared to break the solid ice.
Boom-!
Boom-! Boom-!
The moment the heavy blow touched the ice, consecutive ripples echoed in the water. It seemed he was ready to pour out all the energy he had conserved up to this point.
Boom-!
I knew it wasnt just simple ice.
Shiron alternately looked at the unwavering ice and his slightly scraped knuckles.
Since he possessed this body, he rarely felt pain. Now, his fist felt numb. Blood began to seep from his fist.
So entering was easy, but leaving isnt? Did someone think I wanted to die trapped under this ice?
Perhaps it was because of the commotion he made underwater.
Outside seemed rather noisy.
Vague murmurs of people could be heard from beyond the ice.
Fortunately, no helping hands reached out to him.
Its a good thing I warned them beforehand.
Shiron smirked bitterly. It would defeat the purpose if he had accepted someones help after coming this far. It would be better to outright fail from the beginning and earn sympathy.
Shiron tapped his solar plexus lightly.
It seems the benefit obtained after the disintegration of the sacred relic had been fully digested. His previously bloated stomach felt much better.
I was anxious they might discover it.
Fortunately, the digested treasure wasnt detected. In other words, it had already become one with Shiron.
Thus, he became a being who could draw a holy sword from anywhere in his body. And yet
Ive always wanted to try this once.
The boy opened his mouth and drew out the holy sword.
Chapter 26: InterruptionFrom far awayAt the starting point of the lake, a splash was heard.Seeing a person being sucked beneath the ice sent a chill down the spine of the onlookers.This cant beLucia Prient was no exception. She hadnt immediately recognized the fact that Shiron Prient failed to pass the succession ceremony. It was an unbelievable event.She had anticipated that out of three, one might not make it through the succession, but she had never considered that it would be Shiron.Why did he fail? What is Shiron lacking?Lucia stared intently at the lake. A hole had appeared in the lake she had just passed, a hole that hadnt been there before. It was the spot where Shiron had been sucked in.Even when she struck the ice, it had never shown a scratch, yet it astonishingly crumbled miserably when Shiron stepped on it. Even knowing that it wasnt ordinary ice, her heart sank.If Shiron isnt qualified, then who is?Lucias brow furrowed. Her fists clenched in frustration. A succession ceremony where one merely crossed the ice. While she made it, hadnt Siriel also passed without any issues?A succession ceremony?If the purpose of the succession ceremony was to continue the legacy of Kyrie, Lucia, as the reincarnation of Kyrie, was most fitting for this. Up to this point, she had no issues understanding.Lucia turned her head to see Siriel tightly holding onto Hugo Prients sleeve.Siriel, who was seemingly in the opposite position of Shiron.The girl appeared frail, as if she couldnt even harm a bug. At a glance, she looked like the daughter of an ink peddler.What about Shiron?Shiron Prient. Lucias half-brother. Wielder of the holy sword.Thus, she began to doubt the criteria, given the fact that Siriel, who was neither the reincarnation of a hero nor a wielder of the holy sword, had passed.It was not that she particularly wished for Siriel to failAs she was deep in thought,He has failed.Hugo, with his arms crossed, clicked his tongue in disappointment.His brow slightly furrowed, but Hugo didnt necessarily feel like blaming Shiron. Even if Shiron failed the succession ceremony, it wasnt his fault.I hope he doesnt take it too hard.It was just a pity.Hugo looked down at Lucia, who stood below him. This girl with red hair, similar to his younger brother Glen, had come to Dawn Castle not long ago and had started living with Shiron. According to Yuma, wasnt she also supposed to be Glens daughter?While Shiron, Glens legitimate child, had black hair and eyes, Lucia had red hair with golden eyes. Whether she had inherited it strongly or not, ironically, Lucias appearance strikingly resembled a young Glen.Even worse than a poor heirHugo sighed and stroked his beard. A worse heir than a legitimate child, and by any measure, a label of a worse brother than a younger sibling. In Hugos view, this tag wasnt any less significant than the former.The fact that he was the only one to fail the succession ceremony, while his half-sibling and cousin passed, would undoubtedly scar Shiron deeply.The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n.He recalled the face of the Shiron he saw yesterday.Shiron, who had smiled at Hugo in understanding when Hugo had insulted their father in front of him, had shown dignity beyond his age.So unfortunate.Since when did it start? A fragile emotion called sympathy had found a place in Hugos heart.It was by no means impulsive.Five years agoIrina, Shirons mother, was buried in a simple funeral.He still vividly remembers the face of Shiron he saw then.The child stood blankly, watching the servants as they shed tears.At six, Shiron was too young to understand the concept of death. Unaware that she was no longer of this world and expecting a response, Shiron wandered the castle, calling for his mother.Yet Glen that scoundrel didnt even show his face at the funeral of his own wife.What a damn cruel game.While Shiron chewed on his flaring emotions, he simultaneously tried to calm his excitement. The faster his heart raced due to excitement, the less time he would have underwater, and he wanted to avoid that.With clenched fists shaking, Shiron proceeded forward.Thanks to the icy water, it was easy to regulate his emotions. All the previous training paid off. Even when submerged in cold water, his body didnt stiffen.However, it was darker beneath the ice than he had anticipated.The light couldnt penetrate, making the lake seem extremely deep, its unseen depths akin to an abyss that, if sucked into, one might never escape from, inducing fear.YetFailing the succession ceremony and dying wasnt scarier. The reincarnator had passed, and even Siriel, who was two years younger, had made it through. The embarrassment of being the only one who didnt pass was more intolerable.Damn it.Shiron swam close to the ice, trying to navigate his way.He didnt waste the breath he had taken deeply.He didnt move his arms unnecessarily, only vigorously kicking with his legs.SlowlyTowards the far shore.Cutting across the current.He moved forward.How long had he swum like that?The depth became shallower, and gradually, he began to see grains of sand.He had arrived. Above the thick ice was his destination.Well then.Shiron planted his feet on the sandy bed to allow him to transmit his full power. His clenched fist was thrust upwards, prepared to break the solid ice.Boom-!Boom-! Boom-!The moment the heavy blow touched the ice, consecutive ripples echoed in the water. It seemed he was ready to pour out all the energy he had conserved up to this point.Boom-!I knew it wasnt just simple ice.Shiron alternately looked at the unwavering ice and his slightly scraped knuckles.Since he possessed this body, he rarely felt pain. Now, his fist felt numb. Blood began to seep from his fist.So entering was easy, but leaving isnt? Did someone think I wanted to die trapped under this ice?Perhaps it was because of the commotion he made underwater.Outside seemed rather noisy.Vague murmurs of people could be heard from beyond the ice.Fortunately, no helping hands reached out to him.Its a good thing I warned them beforehand.Shiron smirked bitterly. It would defeat the purpose if he had accepted someones help after coming this far. It would be better to outright fail from the beginning and earn sympathy.Shiron tapped his solar plexus lightly.It seems the benefit obtained after the disintegration of the sacred relic had been fully digested. His previously bloated stomach felt much better.I was anxious they might discover it.Fortunately, the digested treasure wasnt detected. In other words, it had already become one with Shiron.Thus, he became a being who could draw a holy sword from anywhere in his body. And yetIve always wanted to try this once.The boy opened his mouth and drew out the holy sword.
