Chapter 37 - Chapter 37: 36 Chapter Step Over My Dead Body (Vote!) (2/2)

Byrne must surely despise him.

So, he grew afraid, going back and forth numerous times without entering the house, constantly debating whether to just leave for good, yet unable to completely put his mind at ease.

After secretly observing, Lucius discovered that the boy was timid to an extreme, and if not for the proactive charity of the neighbors, he probably would have secluded himself to the point of starvation.

How could there be a life so fragile and so foolish!

Until one day, Byrne, struggling to live on his own, collapsed from illness.

Lucius, unable to concern himself with anything else, could only burst into the house immediately to carefully tend to his unconscious son, while constantly berating himself for his cowardice.

Until the boy woke up, looked at him, and without a second thought, asked a question.

“Are you my father?”

He was silent for a long time, then finally nodded.

“Yes, I am your father.”

The boy’s naive eyes flickered with unhidden joy, grievance, unease, and finally, he asked in a timid, low voice:

“Will you leave again?”

“I will, but I will take you with me.”

He reached out his sturdy palm and gently stroked the boy’s hair, suddenly no longer fearing certain things in his heart.

The skinny boy was none other than his own son, with a pair of innocent blue eyes, unlike anyone from the mercenary group, and even different from that gentle and beautiful woman.

Lucius let out a smile from the depths of his heart, as the hatred for revenge was no longer the driving force urging him to hurry on, replaced by some newfound, deeply rooted strength.

“Byrne, I’m sorry, I’ve never been at peace with myself.”

“Thank you.”

He murmured, deeply aware that on that day it wasn’t he who saved the ill Byrne, but his appearance that had utterly saved himself.

There are some things that cannot be touched or reached, existing only in the gaze of people, yet shining brighter than diamonds, more noble than constellations, even greater than gods, providing more comfort than all the things in the world!

The Blazing Sun and Radiant Sun arrived overhead; their light rendered the surrounding snowscape immaculately white, as he was about to step out of the woods completely.

At some point, Lucius could no longer hear the sounds around him, feeling an unparalleled silence and peace in his heart and the whole world.

Snow.

Finally stopped.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind the man.

“Fire!”

He turned around sharply, and then time around him seemed to slow down.

A dozen Rhea infantrymen tensely raised their flintlocks, standing tens of meters away, as bullets were already firing out of the scorching muzzles.

Lucius instinctively wanted to dodge, but found both his Spirituality and physical strength had reached their limits, he couldn’t even activate the runes.

In the end, he could only watch the scene unfold calmly.

Everything was very slow.

Lucius pondered continuously as he faced death, but for some reason, there was no strong sense of regret in his heart, even though he still had important things to finish, like settling the score with that giant black dragon.

He soon understood, the giant dragon’s lifespan stretched for thousands of years, and the Fischer family would eventually become a powerful clan on this continent.

Generation after generation, succeeding one after another.

One day, someone will take his place to bring down that once unreachable giant black dragon!

He looked up calmly, as if speaking to the sky, to fate, or perhaps to a god.

Maybe it, or He, could convey his will.

Byrne, Irene, Chris, and the future members of the Fischer family.

“Step over my body and go forward.”