263 The Cursed Descendants 2 (1/2)

This wasn't the first time that Crawford was scolded, but this was the first time that he got completely quiet.

He's more annoying when he's quiet than when he's sprouting profanities left and right.

”It was your fault,” Roarke said in an attempt to console Crawford. He was aware that it might not be the best way to cheer him up. But that was the kind of relationship that the two of them had. He'd rather get disowned by his ”parents” than use sappy words to make Crawford feel better. ”The Supreme and the Black Serpent are used to your usual spiel. But the young masters aren't. Of course, they'd get hurt if they hear you badmouth their parents. Your stupid dirty mouth doesn't help either.”

”It was scary,” Crawford, who was sitting beside him on the floor as they guard the Supreme's room, said in a quiet voice. And for once, he didn't curse. ”I know that the illusion you saw was that of Lord Julian slapping my face. But what I saw and felt was different.”

”How is it different?”

He gulped and touched his neck before he responded. ”I really thought that the young master beheaded me. His bloodlust was so intense that his illusion felt real.”

The Black Serpent was also good at creating illusions but he barely used it. After all, he hated using water techniques that the Moon God often used.

Still, both Lord Winter and Lord Julian inherited the duke's two Manas. Although Lord Julian's dominant Mana was fire, he still could use water and ice. They also shouldn't be surprised by the oldest's abilities since he had the memories of his past life.

And the Holy Scepter is also inside Lord Julian.

”Why did you suddenly go silent?” Crawford complained after a while. ”You're so bad at comforting other people, Sinclair.”

”Shut up,” he said although he was quite relieved to hear Crawford's usual whining. He was starting to go back to his usual loud and annoying persona. ”Crawford, did you notice? You can speak normally. I haven't heard a single profanity from you ever since Lord Julian scolded you.”

”I want to curse so bad but my trauma won't let me.”

He smirked at that. It wasn't like he was dismissing Crawford's trauma. He just figured that annoying each other was their best form of communication. ”Just consider it as a good thing. Most people hate your foul mouth anyway. Especially me.”

”Thanks,” Crawford said sarcastically, then he fell silent again before he spoke in a soft voice. ”We were born the way Lord Wixx imagined us to be. He left a strong characteristic within us that we couldn't easily overcome. It's my foul mouth for me, while you were born from his desire to have a child with the Moon Priestess.”

”That's true.”

He fell silent because that thought scared him, too.

Lord Wixx considers me as his son with the Moon Priestess. But the current Lady Luna doesn't act like our master's lover anymore. Am I going to disappear if the Moon Priestess ”disowns” me?

”What's wrong with change?”

Roarke was surprise when the Supreme, who was now standing in front of them, asked. Even Crawford was surprised. After all, they didn't feel or hear her until she decided to let her presence known by talking.

Now that's scary.

When they got over their shock, Roarke and Crawford knelt properly in front of the Supreme and greeted her formally.

”Sorry, but I eavesdropped on your conversation when I heard Julian's name,” Lady Nystrom said, then she squatted ddown in front of them. As if that wasn't enough to startle them, their precious Supreme had to ruffle their hair affectionately– making he and Roarke blush. The Supreme wasn't this close to them before when she was still Soleil Rosenberg. ”Tell me more about what happened, Roarke and Jameson.”

***

KIHO was supposed to show his son how to make a Water Sphere.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt annoyed and that ruined his concentration. Because of that, the Water Sphere that he was trying to make became a huge frozen globe.

Why am I suddenly pissed?

”Dad, that's not a Water Sphere,” Winter complained, stating the obvious. He brought the children in the Frozen woods for their ”secret training.” Despite the cold, his youngest still wore light clothes. ”Even I can make an ice globe like that.”

”Is there something wrong, Father?” Julian, his perceptive child, asked worriedly. Unlike Winter, his oldest was wrapped in thick layer of clothes. Surprisingly, despite his unsuitable clothes for fighting, Julian was still agile. ”You suddenly look… murderous?”

”Let's take a quick break, little brats,” Kiho said, then he sat on the huge rock covered with snow. ”Sorry. I just need to clear my head for a moment.”

Winter and Julian sat on the bench-like stone covered in snow in front of him.