Chapter 42 - Chapter 42: Chapter 41 Death and Rebirth (2/2)

Byrne was momentarily stunned. Chris, the boy who rarely spoke, always managed to make people feel that he truly was an odd child whenever he did.

“`

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Byrne stood there, drenched in sweat, silently waiting for the arrival of the new member of the Fischer family.

The events of the day had given him a strangely wonderful and unusual feeling.

Death always comes hand in hand with new life.

Perhaps that was the true meaning of “legacy.”

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone, a calm gaze from the sky went unnoticed.

Carl’s consciousness, intangibly overlooking the Fischer family from above, saw the diligent Irene, the anxious Byrne, and the composed Chris.

He could feel a brand-new consciousness growing increasingly connected to his own.

It was a curious sensation, a life coming into existence out of nothing, entering a world not yet ready for its arrival—and he himself was utterly unprepared to embark on his own journey.

The blood-destiny passed down through generations of the Fischer family was one of predecessors passing and new generations being born.

Generation after generation would walk through history, marking the name Fischer in its annals, ultimately bringing about a true resurgence for themselves.

At last.

“Wah wah wah wah!”

A loud cry abruptly filled the hospital, and the people of the Fischer family burst into cheers!

Byrne’s face became incredibly excited, he murmured endless thanks to his wife and cousin, his smile glowing ever brighter.

The child born to Margaret was a boy, looking like a very fragile little creature with a red, complex mark on the back of his hand.

As had already been decided, the boy’s name would be Darren Fischer, meaning “one with the potential for great undertakings.”

The others thought the so-called great undertakings meant turning the Fischer family into a truly noble house.

Only Byrne, Irene, and Chris understood just how complicated and ambitious the “great undertakings” implied in that name were.

The new generation of the Fischer family had finally arrived, and everyone, from top to bottom, was immersed in joy. Byrne went to Lucius’s grave and spoke many calm words.

In just over a year, Byrne had successfully developed a new potion, specifically designed to restore people’s energy, with very low production costs and a broad sales market, perfectly winning the bet with Mr. Gold and subsequently expanding the pharmaceutical business.

Now, the Fischer family could count on a stable income of about seventeen Gold Coins each month, and after deducting various expenses, the family currently had a total of one hundred seventy-five Gold Coins in assets.

Unfortunately, neither Byrne nor Irene had yet managed to assimilate the current Magic Potion.

Moreover, ascending the first two ranks of the Power of Consecution was relatively easy, but starting with the 3rd Rank, one needed not just Extraordinary materials but also a “ritual,” making the climb much more difficult.

As for granting the Power of Consecution to Chris, they still felt he was too young; waiting until he was ten would be better for mastering Extraordinary power.

Several days later, on a quiet night, Irene and Byrne discussed a serious matter in the basement: whether or not to tell Margaret about the Fischer family’s secrets?

With a soft voice, Irene shook her head and said calmly,

“If it had been a few years ago, I would have agreed without hesitation to disclose everything, even thinking that drinking ‘blood’ was inconsequential. But with more experience, I wouldn’t agree so readily.”

“The Six Great True Gods Churches despise the heretical cults to an extreme. If she were to report us or accidentally leak the secret, every member of the Fischer family would be completely eradicated.”

She paused, then continued firmly and without sentiment,

“So, I still adhere to the principle we established from the start: consent from three core family members is needed to bring a new member into ‘Dawn,’ and all followers of the cult must partake of the blood of the Fischer family.”

Byrne was stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but ask, “The consent of three core family members is needed, you mean we have to wait until Chris grows up?”

Irene nodded and continued calmly, “I believe that with Chris’s maturity, he will be able to participate in decision-making in a few more years.”

Byrne couldn’t deny that point, Chris was quiet and reliable, sensible, and even to some extent peculiarly so.

“Alright, we’ll wait a few more years on this matter, given its utmost importance. For now, we need to gauge her views on faith first.”

After their conversation, he quickly returned to his wife’s side. Unless absolutely necessary, Byrne hardly ever wanted to be far from Margaret and their child.