Chapter 768 - 602 You will feel surprised_2

After all, if the daughter is so beautiful, how could her mother be any less attractive?

He couldn’t help himself and ended up with an illegitimate daughter; it was an unavoidable matter.

Thinking of this, Hemulinp couldn’t help but reminisce.

He was thinking about Liz’s mother.

That woman’s face...

"...Why is it always so blurry, completely elusive from my memory?"

Hemulinp began to feel confused for who knows how many times.

It wasn’t the first time Hemulinp had tried to recall the details about Liz’s mother.

But every recollection was vague; other than remembering his first encounter with Liz’s mother, their time together, and the romantic settings, he remembered nothing else.

He couldn’t remember her appearance.

He couldn’t remember her origins.

All he knew was that he was indeed enchanted by her for a long time and, after finally winning her affection, he suddenly grew tired of her and left abruptly, as if the time he had been enchanted was nothing but a fiction.

By the time he received news of her again, she had passed away, leaving behind a daughter, an apparently extraordinary one.

Indeed, in Hemulinp’s eyes, Liz was far from ordinary.

Her unique demonic beauty was one aspect of her extraordinariness, and many other facets as well.

The most unusual thing was the Moslo Sword that she always kept at her side.

All signs pointed to the Moslo Sword having connections to the Ancient Magic Civilization and having held an extraordinary status during that time; those who possessed it seemed to be important figures. But when Hemulinp specifically sent people to investigate and research the sword, they could not decipher anything about it.

The sword was also linked to the ancient ruins in the Neutral Zone, suspected to be the key to unlocking the seal of the terrifying fire dragon.

Thinking of this, Hemulinp’s eyes showed a deep sense of wariness.

He wanted to seal the Moslo Sword away, to prevent any chance of the ancient fire dragon breaking its seal, but whenever he tried to act upon this thought, he was told that the sword couldn’t be sealed, not even stored away.

The reason seemed to be that there was already an exceptionally strong seal on the sword, and any power lesser than that seal could have no effect on the Moslo Sword, and might even trigger the seal, leading to unavoidable terrible consequences.

Because of this, Hemulinp thought it over again and again and eventually decided to return the Moslo Sword to Liz, to avoid provoking even more dreadful outcomes.

His decision to keep Liz confined within the palace, preventing her from mingling with others, might have also been influenced by this concern.

Just recently, that girl came before him, asking about her mother.

But how could Hemulinp remember?

He himself was confused, couldn’t even recall her appearance, so how could he tell Liz about the details of their romantic interludes?

Absurd, isn’t it?

Therefore, Hemulinp could only beat around the bush, steering the conversation towards Reiger as much as possible.

He knew, by doing so, his daughter would be disappointed, thinking he had forgotten her mother.

But what could Hemulinp do?

He surely couldn’t tell her that he truly had forgotten, right?

He could only compound the error.

"Although letting my troubled daughter go, or even sending her away, seems somewhat inappropriate, it can’t be helped. A 17-year-old Sword Saint has boundless potential for the future," he lamented.

Now, more than ever, Hemulinp felt that his earlier decision was correct.

As they say, ’no pain, no gain.’ If he didn’t send his most attractive daughter out, how could he establish a connection with Reiger?

That’s the same genius who mastered incredible space magic and who defeated both Rom and Revin!

Thinking of how Reiger now possessed power that even Sword Saints would envy and also mastered that incredible space magic, Hemulinp felt that letting such an extraordinary talent go would be a sin.

"Since Lord Brilliant has already developed such an intimate relationship with my daughter, he shouldn’t resist me as her father, like before, right?"

Hemulinp couldn’t help but smile.

Suddenly—

"Do you really think that the little princess is your daughter?"

A seductive, charming laugh suddenly sounded in Hemulinp’s ear, causing the smile on his face to freeze instantly.

"Who!?"

Hemulinp gasped and stood up.

The one who reacted was none other than Rom.

Suddenly, the Sword Saint who had been hidden in the shadows appeared before Hemulinp, shielding him.

However, after protecting Hemulinp, the Shadow Sword Saint spoke these words.

"What’s wrong, Your Majesty?"

While asking, Rom looked around with a vigilant expression on his face.

Seeing this, Hemulinp’s complexion changed.

"...You didn’t hear it?"

Hemulinp asked in a deep voice.

"...Hear what?"

Rom looked puzzled.

Hemulinp said nothing more.

But in his ear, that seductive and charming chuckle sounded once again.

"’Don’t be nervous, Your Majesty the King, I’m using some special means to send my voice to you, my person is not in the palace, not even in the Kingdom of Genas.’

Upon hearing this, Hemulinp couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, the other party’s next words made his heart sink again.

"’Let’s get back to the point, Your Majesty the King, do you really think Liz Reinnaier is your daughter?’"

"’Can’t you recall the face of her mother?’"

"’Nor can you remember her mother’s name, right?’"

"’That’s normal, Your Majesty the King, the other party is not someone you can aspire to, you think you have won a beauty by your side, but in reality, she just played you.’

"’Truly pitiful, Hemulinp Jinas, you have raised a daughter entirely unrelated to you for a full eight years, and in the end, you even sent away this cherished daughter with your own hands; this is beyond pitiful, it has reached the point where one feels sympathetic, wouldn’t you agree?’"

This alluring and enticing chuckle, had it been in the past, would have undoubtedly made Hemulinp itch with curiosity, his thoughts running wild, yearning to meet the owner of that enticing voice and see just how beautiful she was.

But her words completely spoiled his mood, even stirring up anger within him.

"Who are you to talk such nonsense in front of me?"

Hemulinp spoke gravely, causing Rom, who couldn’t hear the voice Hemulinp was hearing, to show a surprised and dubious expression.

"’I’m just an uninvolved person who feels indignant about your unfortunate circumstances.’

The seductive and playful chuckle continued to echo in Hemulinp’s ears as she spoke.

"’I know you don’t believe me, but I’m sure the royal family has a way to verify their own bloodline. You should go find that princess and give it a try.’

"’You haven’t verified it before, have you? It’s not that you didn’t want to, but your perception was altered, and you’ve subconsciously overlooked this detail.’

"’But I believe it’s time for you to wake up. Isn’t it necessary to verify whether a girl brought in from outside the palace is truly of the Genas royal bloodline?’"

The alluring and enticing voice began to fade, as if making a final ultimatum, saying thus.

"’Go on and verify it. You’re in for a surprise.’"

After leaving these words behind, the voice disappeared.

"..."

Hemulinp fell silent.

"Your Majesty?"

Rom was still in confusion, clueless.

"...Send someone to the Franzel household."

Ignoring Rom’s confusion, Hemulinp spoke with a grim expression.

"Summon the Ninth Princess to the palace."