The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 287

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Chapter 287

Translator: Yonnee

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The god created the Leviathan and cast it down to the earth.

Just as the god had gifted him with talent, they clipped his wings and severed his heels, forcing him to collapse onto the ground.

He focused on the sound resonating within him, just as he had when he pressed his ear against the Leviathan’s body.

In that moment, he realized that something was burning fiercely within him.

It was speaking to him.

—Burn everything.

Providence is fickle.

The sky constantly changes color, and the sea is busy reflecting that transformation.

Life is born in the relentless flow of time, and creatures exhaust themselves in a frantic race to live their short lives, collapsing in death before they can even catch their breath.

Everything needed to become greater.

Some sacrifices would be inevitable, but from a grand perspective, they would be insignificant.

Even without his intervention, humans would continue to die in droves, only to multiply like ants once again.

Casting aside his pity for such insignificant lives, he decided to think from the perspective of a god.

From his lips, these words flowed:

“Darkness is true rest and peace. Everything that stands in our way will become a sacrifice to the darkness and be buried in secrecy.”

Many talented mages followed him.

The Magic Tower called them ‘deserters’, and the world feared them, calling them ‘dark sorcerers’.

However, in time, the world would come to know that they were the true prophets.

He infiltrated the empire and joined hands with Empress Adrianne.

It was to gain access to the great power that the empire secretly concealed.

His plan was successful, and the foolish empress, blinded by her hunger for power, handed over Hestia’s mana stone to them.

The White Mask realized that this mana stone was the key to ending this false era and ushering in a new one.

After extensive research, the White Mask was able to meticulously analyze the current state of the mana stone.

The mana stone harbored a vast power, comparable to that of the Leviathan.

However, the problem was that Hestia’s soul was bound to the mana stone by a curse, and that immense power still belonged to her.

Moreover, her soul was being securely protected by Kronos’ seal.

But there was an opportunity.

Kronos’ seal was weakening rapidly, and the curse was slowly consuming Hestia’s soul.

Her soul was still fighting, but it wouldn’t hold out for long.

The day she was defeated, the world would be reborn.

On one of the many days he spent waiting for that day, the name of the Tilrod family appeared before him.

It was on the desk of Huber Cradium, the smuggler who had been buying mana stones for them in the Gillem region, atop a letter filled with trivial matters.

He could have dismissed it as mere coincidence, but something inevitable drew him to visit the Tilrod estate.

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“Who are you?”

Margaret Tilrod, the matriarch of the Tilrod family, greeted him from her slouched position on the sofa.

“I’m embarrassed to greet a guest like this, but I’ve injured my back. All because of a wretched wench I don’t even want to call my daughter!”

As soon as he showed interest in her words, Margaret Tilrod unleashed a torrent of harsh complaints about her eldest daughter, Radis Tilrod.

Yet, the story was far more intriguing than he had anticipated.

Radis Tilrod had left her home, half by her own will and half forced, only to end up at the Russell Marquisate.

‘The meeting of Alexis Tilrod’s descendant and Verad Russell’s descendant…’

The White Mask instinctively realized that Radis Tilrod was someone he needed to keep a close eye on.

Handing over a pouch of gold coins, he said,

“I am someone who follows the orders of Her Majesty the Empress. Her Majesty is keeping a close watch on the movements of Marquis Russell, and Radis Tilrod’s actions are likely related. If you learn anything about her, please send a messenger bird to my subordinate in this region. You will be greatly rewarded.”

Upon seeing the gold coins, Margaret nodded without a hint of hesitation.

She had already sold off her daughter once. Selling her a second time made no difference to her.

After that, the White Mask forgot about the Tilrod family.

But Radis Tilrod reappeared in the most unexpected of places.

Without any warning, she showed up at the Imperial Arena, displaying swordsmanship at the level of a master, as well as performing a miraculous magic spell.

Unfortunately, old colleagues from the Magic Tower, who were visiting the empire with the Rafal delegation, were present at the arena that day, so the White Mask was unable to go.

According to the information he had heard, Radis Tilrod had cast magic on the spot, without any mana stones or preparatory movements to set up runes for the spell.

It was impossible for one person to be both a master swordsman capable of using aura and a mage who could cast spells on the spot.

At least, it was impossible for an ordinary person.

But it was not entirely impossible.

There had been such people in the past.

Alexis Tilrod and Verad Russell were exactly such individuals.