Chapter 365 - Chapter 365: Chapter 345 Witch Born! (2/2)
“I am Alger, a faithful follower of the great Lord of the Lost.”
He was the youth Lilian had saved all those years ago.
The believer was stunned for a moment before tremblingly saying, “Evil cultist! You are an evil cultist!”
“Evil cultist?”
Alger shook his head calmly and continued, “My village was also destroyed by the distortions and absurdities of this world. He bestowed a miracle then, allowing His messenger to save me.”
“He saves the people, so how could He possibly be an Evil God, and naturally, I am not an evil cultist either.”
“Now, I can also offer you a chance to be saved by Him.”
He looked into the other’s eyes and said coldly,
“Or you can stay here, continuing to plead with your storm until it’s all too late.”
After speaking, Alger turned and left.
Gritting his teeth, the believer hesitated for a long time before standing up and following him.
He needed a god who could save all beings!
Alger was aware of this scene but did not look back; instead, he headed straight for Nasir City.
He was searching for the person who had saved him back then, the messenger of the Lord of the Lost.
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Nasir City.
Beneath the night sky, the splendid Fischer Manor was brightly lit, illuminating every anxious corner awaiting the event, as Christine, who was about to go into labor, lay quietly in her ornately decorated bedroom, her face slightly pale, yet her eyes shimmered with the radiance of motherly love.
Andre, Lilian, the present Madam Vanessa, and her often-absent father, Chris, were all gathered around her now.
Even the usually impassive Chris had in his eyes a barely concealed concern as he gazed at his daughter.
Lilian smiled and said, “Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong with me here, my Lord will bless Christine.”
Andre nodded gently, taking a deep breath.
He felt that tonight was more nerve-wracking than countless life-and-death battles.
Byrne and others had not come because there were more urgent matters on the battlefield, one after another, and even the assassination Chris had planned for tonight was put on hold due to his daughter’s childbirth.
Outside the bedroom, numerous servants bustled about in an orderly manner, each with an expression of tension and anticipation.
“Hurry, hurry! Move faster!”
“Don’t block the way!”
The female servants whispered amongst themselves, their hands carrying clean towels, hot water, and carefully prepared medicines, ready to assist with the impending birth.
The old butler of Fischer Manor, Theo, patrolled the corridors, his face etched with sternness and focus.
“We can’t afford a single mistake, remember that!”
He constantly checked whether everything was ready, ensuring that Christine’s labor would proceed smoothly.
A determined light flickered in the old man’s eyes; he would protect this family and welcome the new life.
But deep down, there was always a troubling thought.
“Will the new miss be like Christine, Karno, and Madam Vanessa, born cursed and disabled?”
The male servants of the manor were also busy, some preparing food and drinks, others cleaning the rooms, and some guarding the entrance of the manor to ensure there were no outside disturbances.
The whole manor was pervaded by a tense and sacred atmosphere, as if the universe was praying for the nascent life about to arrive.
As time passed, Christine’s breathing suddenly became rapid, she clutched Lilian’s and Andre’s hands tightly, her face etched with determination and bravery.
“Hold on!” Andre said anxiously but firmly.
“You won’t have any trouble, trust me,” Lilian also nodded and smiled.
Finally, with a loud cry, a new life arrived in this world, the entire manor erupted, cheers and blessings resounded!
Christine, having just gone through childbirth, relaxed, a tired but content smile on her face.
“Thank God…”
Her injuries were quickly healed by Lilian.
In that moment, however, Chris fixed his gaze on the newborn baby, frowning as if he had discovered something very troubling.
“What’s going on…”
Suddenly, the night sky flared with strange colors, meteors streaked through the sky like rain, eventually converging into a dazzling beam of light that shone directly above Fischer Manor.
The entire Fischer Manor seemed to be imbued with a mysterious force, guiding this beam of light toward the cradle of the newborn.
When she opened her eyes for the first time, her pure white irises sparkled with profound white light seemed to penetrate everything in the world, as if they could lead all things to destruction!
A catastrophic, overwhelming energy was about to burst forth!
Chris suddenly reached out, quickly covering the baby’s eyes, his face showing a trace of astonishment.
Meanwhile, Karl, who had been silently observing everything, looked on as if things were unfolding as he had expected and felt like smiling.
“Just as I had suspected, Vanessa’s ancestors were merged with and cursed by a soul shard of the Witch of Demise…”