Chapter 488 - Chapter 488: Chapter 458: Fateful Grudges_2 (2/2)

That was essentially impossible.

Flamme muttered to himself, “Even if that unlikely scenario actually happened, the Cyart people would essentially be almost wiped out, and we could easily defeat them afterward.”

However, just then, a red hawk with flames fluttering around its body flew across the sky.

It was extremely fast, with a sharp gaze, a magic beast kept by the Meyer family for generations, and it quickly flew into Flamme’s hands, making a cooing sound from its throat.

Flamme’s expression soon changed completely.

“How is that possible?”

His voice trembled slightly.

“The Vallere citizens and the Carnians really suffered consecutive defeats, with heavy losses, and their kings just vanished into thin air, disappeared without a trace?”

At this moment, Flamme was as if placed within a fog, his eyes flashing with complex and contradictory light.

His eyebrows furrowed deeply, forming a profound gulf, revealing the unease and doubts within his heart; his lips quivered slightly, seemingly wanting to say something but stammering due to his chaotic thoughts.

Although he had still been contemplating the plans for after the Cyart people’s consecutive victories over Vallere and Carnia, once it actually happened, Flamme’s inner self was filled with unease and uncertainty.

Because he could not understand.

How did the Cyart people manage to do that?

Their strength was at most comparable to the Vallere citizens, and even the Vallere army had the high-level Monarch “The Destroyer” at its helm…

“Should we, Rhea, continue to stay here…?”

What to do next?

Flamme sank into deep thought, knowing without a doubt that the Cyart people’s next target would be them.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists and then relaxed again, repeatedly revealing his internal struggle and uncertainty.

Flamme’s steps on the city wall became chaotic, occasionally stopping and then continuing to move forward, as if every step he took was on the verge of the unknown.

“Maybe we should ask for the Salvation Church’s opinion…”

——

Nasir City.

In the solemn and spacious Grand Hall of the family, the light was soft yet dignified, each one silently witnessing a historic moment.

Christine’s wheelchair was at one end of the long table, her expression solemn and resolute, her eyes sweeping over each member of the Fischer family present like torches.

“Members of the Fischer family, children protected by the Great Lord of the Lost.”

Her voice was full of power, echoing through every corner of the hall.

“Just as many books have written, we now stand at a turning point in history, a decisive battle concerning our family’s honor and the future of the Cyart people, is about to unfold.”

The atmosphere in the entire hall instantly became serious, family members who had been whispering softly to each other fell silent, all eyes focused on Christine, waiting for her next words.

“I am well aware that the path ahead is littered with thorns, challenges, and hardships, but it is precisely these that forge the resilience and indomitability of the Fischer family; every member of the Fischer family is connected by blood, comrades in both advance and retreat.”

“For the Great Lord of the Lost, for the honor of the Fischer family, for the future of the Cyart people, we must fearlessly continue to march forward!”

Her words were passionate and stirring, each word striking like a heavy hammer on everyone’s hearts.

Christine’s voice was full of power and determination, like an invisible flame that instantly ignited the fighting spirit and passion in everyone’s hearts.

The members of the Fischer family looked at each other, their eyes flashing with an unprecedented determination.

“Eliminate our archenemy! Rhea!”

She continued, “For the Great Lord of the Lost!”