The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 286 - Fugitives

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Chapter 286

Translator: Yonnee

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‘How was I supposed to know that?’

[ Ah, I guess you didn’t! Because you’re not a fully awakened Steward either! ]

‘……’

[ It’s the same for you! You haven’t fully awakened as a Steward because Alexis still exists in this world. ]

Radis groaned and placed her hand on her forehead.

‘…You mean you didn’t mention something this important? When we get back, you’re going to the Room of Truth.’

[ Th-The Room of Truth…? What’s that? ]

‘Anyway, if I want to awaken the egg in the forest, I just need to use that Kronos power, right? Then a new Kronos will awaken, and that Kronos will break Alexis’ seal, right?’

[ Well… but that sounds risky! If something is hatching from an egg, it’s probably a monster. What if it doesn’t understand speech or is so huge we can’t bring it to the capital? It might not even be able to leave the forest. It gave off a bit of a spirit-like atmosphere… ]

‘Then what should we do?’

Suddenly, they heard someone shouting in a suppressed voice, not far away.

“R-Run…!”

Radis turned in the direction of the sound.

34. Fugitives

The white mask’s homeland was Grize. His world was ever-changing.

When the sky was blue, the sea mirrored its depth, and when the sky turned gray, the sea reflected that too.

He gazed at the waves etched on the water’s surface and understood that a great force was moving the world.

The sea’s ebb and flow went according to a set cycle, and fish and birds followed the rules of providence, migrating across the world.

Yet, amidst all of this, one entity remained constant.

That was the Leviathan.

The Leviathan was so immense that it appeared like an island. But it was a vessel created to sail the seas.

According to legend, the Leviathan had been constructed hundreds of years ago by the god of light’s servants to exterminate the monsters of the White Sea.

However, for some reason, the god of light never appeared in Grize. And Leviathan, having forgotten its purpose, fell into an eternal slumber.

The white mask was deeply fascinated by this ancient relic, which held the power to destroy the world.

As a child, his dream was to set foot on the Leviathan, even though boarding it was forbidden.

So, when the Magic Tower of Rafal sent mages to study the Leviathan and called for workers to assist them, he eagerly volunteered without hesitation.

Once aboard, he was struck by the vessel’s grandeur.

The ship was filled with powerful magical devices created by the god’s servants to battle the monsters of the White Sea, including an artificial womb designed to produce perfect soldiers.

The mages called it the “Womb”.

All was in perfect stasis.

However, the white mask could sense that the Leviathan was still alive.

On quiet nights when the waves were still, he would press his ear against the hull, trying to hear the heartbeat of the sleeping giant.

Occasionally, when he could forget everything and focus solely on the Leviathan, he would hear a sound deep within its body.

It was a sound that felt like the very essence of life—a profoundly familiar noise.

He whispered to the slumbering Leviathan,

‘If you awaken, you will rule the world.’

But the Leviathan did not wake.

Time passed, and a mage from the tower recognized his magical talent and took him on as a disciple.

Through his mentor’s teachings, the white mask learned that awakening the Leviathan would require an astronomical amount of mana stones.

Moreover, to keep Leviathan operational would demand a continuous supply of even more mana, far beyond imagination.

It was then that the White Mask realized a fundamental flaw in this so-called age of light.

‘This world needs more mana.’

Mana was a gift from the gods that brought humans closer to divinity.

He did not want to remain shackled to this worldly realm. He wished to ascend.

To spread his arms like wings and soar above the ground.

More time passed, and other mages began to praise him as the most powerful mage in the Magic Tower of Rafal, capable of wielding the most complex spells.

Yet, day after day, he found himself disappointed by his own frailty.

His creative mind birthed countless spells that could astonish the world, but there was one glaring problem.

There was never enough mana to cast them.

Throughout the entire continent, the only place that produced a significant amount of mana stones was the Cardia Empire.

However, the Cardia Empire strictly regulated the export of mana stones.

By the time they reached Rafal for research, only a trickle remained.

The spells he created were meaningless without mana stones.

He hadn’t created them for praise from his teacher or colleagues—he made them to be used.

One night, he realized that in the end, he was no different from the Leviathan.