Chapter 541 - Chapter 541: Chapter 501: 30-Year Countdown Timer (2/2)
Her silver hair, like the purest first snow of winter, was both cold and heartwarming, and her smile had an indescribable infectiousness that made one instinctively want to draw nearer.
The princess’s demeanor was both noble and approachable, as she wore a delicately crafted court gown whose hem swayed gently with her every step, revealing a blend of grace and the purity and vivacity of a young girl.
“Margo!”
Moter’s wife, Helena, ran over and embraced Margo, both faces wreathed in smiles.
Helena and Margo had a good relationship.
Auston nodded slightly, his expression unreadable as he said, “Everyone has arrived, so let’s set out.”
“By the way, the decision to hold that ‘demon’s’ centenary celebration at Nasir Manor instead of in the city near Rhea, is because we have an important family meeting to hold there.”
“What?” Moter looked somewhat stunned.
Auston continued with a grave tone, “It’s a big matter, a very big one, that could determine our future destiny.”
Moter fell into thought.
He knew his brother was never one for exaggeration.
Soon, the group, along with dozens of servants, left Moter Manor and headed to Fischer Manor, arriving at the train station to take a steam train exclusive to the Fischer family, bound for Nasir City.
On the journey, Moter, surrounded by many relatives in the train carriage, felt suddenly dazed, with memories of Lucius emerging in his mind, making everything before his eyes seem distorted and surreal.
“…”
He subconsciously clutched his head, feeling as if he were at sea, with everything around him swaying.
Lucius…
The founding Family Head of the Fischer family…
What was the meaning of all this?
What exactly was my relationship to him…
“What’s the matter, Moter?” Helena asked with concern.
After a moment’s daze, Moter came back to himself, shaking his head and smiling, “Nothing, I’m fine.”
Over the years, he had recalled everything, but still could not confirm his relationship with the other, nor fully accept the memories that belonged to Lucius…
The train’s whistle blew, and Moter remained silent, feeling deep within that he must find a real answer.
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Nasir, a city sculpted by the wind and frost into ever-greater splendor.
And within this city, the most distinguished Fischer family was about to welcome a milestone moment— the centenary celebration of the “Black Fischer,” Family Head Darren.
All over the city, from the grand palaces to the alleys, every corner was filled with festive atmosphere.
Merchants along the streets hung special banners and decorations embroidered with gold and dark blue thread proclaiming “The Gods Protect the Fischer Family” and similar sentiments.
The air was fragrant with the scent of food, as from the street corner snack stalls to the city’s most upscale restaurants, all were busily preparing a variety of sumptuous dishes; people in their festive attire burst with happy smiles, many gathering in the squares to pray to the gods together and bless the Fischer family.
Inside Fischer Manor, the scene was even more bustling; the gates of the manor were flung open, welcoming guests from all walks of life, including distinguished nobles, talented artists and scholars, and commoners who had once benefited from the Fischer family’s grace.
In the banquet hall, resplendent crystal chandeliers lit up the space, portraits of the previous two generations of family heads decked the walls, along with a celebratory painting of Darren Fischer specially commissioned for the birthday feast.
However, behind the citywide celebrations and the brilliant lights, a solemn and intense family meeting was about to take place within the Fischer family.
In the Grand Hall underground, key members of the Fischer family and the Dawn Church sat around a long conference table, their faces void of any joy from the banquet, replaced by seriousness and focus.
Finally, with the sound of faint footsteps, Darren Fischer slowly entered the Grand Hall, taking deliberate steps that exuded an unquestionable resolve.
He sat at the head of the conference table, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, those eyes that had experienced countless sorrows and decisions, as if they could penetrate into the deepest recesses of the heart.
“Karno’s prophecy… there are still thirty years,” he began.
“After thirty years, the powers of the false gods will completely vanish, and all The Oaths will become void, while Heavenly Enlightenment will freely enter the Eastern Continent.”
Everyone fell silent.
“I have an idea, a bold one but likely effective, which might tip the situation in our favor after thirty years.”
Darren continued speaking, still looking around thirty years old despite having reached a hundred, his gaze filled with a malevolent and unmasked madness.
“Hahahaha! I believe the time has come,” he declared. “Now is the moment, to reveal to the entire world the faith of the Lord of the Lost and the existence of the Power of Consecution!”