Vol. 6 Ch. 83

"Complicated?...”

Leon suddenly ran a hand through his hair, pausing for a moment as he quickly realized why Rosvisser was saying this.

"What did you see in my memory world?"

"For example—when Miss Caroline picked you up that day."

Rosvisser blinked, her voice serious. "That was the beginning of everything for you. Before that day, you had no experiences, no past. I tried to go back to the day you were born—but I found that it was impossible."

Her explanation wasn’t long, nor was it difficult to understand.

But even after hearing it, Leon remained stunned for a long time.

Slowly, he lowered his head, staring at his right hand, as if questioning himself:

"Who am I, really?"

And more than just confusion over his origins, this revelation would strike at the very core of one of his most deeply held beliefs.

Why would gods be interested in human bodies?

From the beginning, when Rosvisser raised him, to the years of love and conflict between them, to these past ten years—

Leon had always been proud of his identity as a human.

He had lived his life as one, fulfilled his role as one.

But now, to hear that he might not be human at all…

Leon’s emotions grew even more complicated.

Slowly, he lowered his hand, yet still didn’t look up at Rosvisser.

His eyes remained unfocused, staring at the floor, his mind an absolute mess.

At that moment Rosvisser reached out, gently taking his hand.

Her palms were rough with old battle scars, hardened from years of wielding a blade.

She looked down at their hands, her voice low and steady:

"I know what you’re thinking, Leon. But nothing has been confirmed yet.

"Don't let yourself spiral into doubt."

"And no matter what..."

She lifted his hand little by little, fingers sliding across the back of his palm.

Their fingers intertwined. Their hands touched over the marks, the wounds.

"These scars are proof of your existence. They are proof that you have lived as a human."

"We’ll uncover the truth about your past... little by little. Don’t rush it, okay?"

Her words were short. But just as effective.

Feeling the coolness of Rosvisser’s palm, the tension in Leon’s face finally eased.

He looked up at her, his voice soft.

"Thank you."

Rosvisser chuckled, shaking her head. "No need to thank me."

After a pause, she raised an eyebrow and teased,

"You’re not mad at me for telling you the truth, are you?"

Leon stiffened—then quickly shook his head. "Of course not! If you hadn’t told me... I wouldn’t even have a clue about who I really am."

"Even though I still don’t have an answer, at least…

Now, I have the drive to find out."

For Leon, an abandoned child, a boy with no home, no family, the questions of who he was, where he came from, and where he was going

would follow him for a lifetime.

They would surface again and again, at different stages of his life.

When he was young, he had envied the happy families of his peers, constantly asking himself:

"Why don’t I have parents?"

"Where did they go?"

"Why didn’t they want me?"

…

These same questions would continue throughout his life:  through growth, education, friendships, marriage, and even in his final years.

It was just a matter of how deeply he pondered them.

In fact, long ago, when he moved from the Guild's Dragon King District to the Empire, Leon had already begun to question his origins.

But over the years, trouble after trouble had kept him too occupied to truly investigate.

Now Rosvisser had forced him to face this mystery.

After taking a moment to steady his thoughts, Rosvisser finally spoke about the powerful presence she had sensed in his memory world.

"Falling Thunder?"

Rosvisser nodded. "Yes. At that time, I distinctly felt the fall of some immensely powerful existence. It disappeared into the sky, vanishing without a trace."

Leon pressed his lips together, taking a deep breath. "I can't figure out what that was either… Maybe we can ask Toribell to investigate. See what kind of changes happened around the Empire during that time."

"Good idea."

Leon exhaled a long breath, tilting his head back against the bedpost.

After a short silence, he finally spoke.

"…Then, moving forward, we have three things to do."

"First—protect Xiaoxue. We can’t let anyone from the Void Realm find her."

"Second—help your parents recover the remaining Crystal Cores and Crown. And take back the stolen Wind Spirit Core."

"Third—find out exactly who I am."

Rosvisser nodded.

"According to what we discussed with Olette, you’ll go help them search for the Crystal Cores and the Crown, while I stay at the Sanctuary to protect Xiaoxue."

At this point, Rosvisser suddenly paused. She lowered her gaze, and her voice became somewhat subdued.

"…We just can’t investigate your origins right away—"

"It’s fine."

Leon smiled, sat up straight, and leaned closer to Rosvisser. He reached out, gently lifting her face so that their eyes met.

"Who knows, maybe on the journey with your parents, I’ll discover something as well."

"After all, they’ve traveled across the continent for years. Their experience is far greater than ours."

Rosvisser nodded. "Mm… Let’s hope so."

Leon lightly patted the back of her hand.

"Just like before, we’ll get through every challenge together, Rosvisser."

"Yes. As long as we’re together, there’s nothing to fear."

The two locked eyes—then pulled each other into a tight embrace.

…

A few days later, at the Silver Dragon Territory’s border.

Leon, Rosvisser, Isha, and Cecilia stood together, preparing to part ways.

"Mother, if anything happens that you can’t handle, use the Signal Dragon to contact us immediately," Isha reminded her.

Cecilia smiled and pulled her close. "I will. Now that I have a Signal Dragon, I won’t have to rush all the way back for help anymore."

"Mm. Brother-in-law, take care of yourself too. Don’t make your wife and children worry."

Leon nodded. "Don’t worry, Sis."

"By the way, Ros, about that child Xiaoxue—these past few days, Isha and I have done a lot of research on her."

Cecilia spoke up.

"She really is the key left behind by Chronos, the Sealing God, meant to open the Palace of Time. So under no circumstances can we let the Void Realm find her."

"I understand, Mother. Isha and I will make sure to protect her."

"Good. I trust in your abilities. But remember, when necessary, you can also use Xiaoxue’s power. That is what she was born for."

Hearing this, Rosvisser raised an eyebrow. "Xiaoxue’s… power? You mean that golden spear?"

"Yes. The weapon Xiaoxue transforms into—the Golden Spear Gungnir—does more than just amplify the user’s magical output. It also has an ability tied to the concept of ‘time’ itself."

"What kind of ability?"

"The full name of the Golden Spear is Gungnir. It was imbued with divine power by Chronos."

Rosvisser nodded. "We did see glimpses of this in Xiaoxue’s memories. But I still don’t understand what ‘reversing fate and causality’ really means."

In Xiaoxue’s last memory fragment, Rosvisser had witnessed a conversation between her and Chronos—

‘The Sacred Spear Gungnir is infused with the might of time. The silver thread of fate shall overturn cause and effect, shifting the balance of the world.’

"You told me that when you fought those two from the Void Realm, you saw a silver thread on their bodies—connecting directly to Karl’s chest."

Cecilia explained,

"That was Gungnir’s Fate Thread. And the so-called ‘reversal of causality’ means—before the spear is even thrown, it has already struck its target."

"To put it in simpler terms, the moment you decide to kill an enemy, they are already fated to be struck by Gungnir."

"And once the Fate Thread appears, there are only two possible outcomes:"

"First, the enemy blocks it using power of the same level or higher."

"Second, they are impaled through the heart by Gungnir."

Clearly, Karl had been in the first situation.

He had deceived the Void Sovereign into granting him a scepter—only barely surviving as a result.

"Gungnir’s strength depends on how much energy is consumed to activate the Fate Thread. You probably haven’t fully experienced that yet, have you, Ros?"

Rosvisser nodded. "That’s true."

The first time she had accidentally triggered Gungnir’s Fate Thread—after throwing it, she had completely collapsed from exhaustion.

Given the intensity of that battle, she should have had plenty of stamina left, even if she had been pushed to her limits.

In other words throwing a spear should not have drained her to the point of collapse.

"Just as Cecilia said, conceptual abilities like the Fate Thread consume an astronomical amount of energy."

"Ros, I’m telling you all this because, although our priority is protecting Xiaoxue, she is also Chronos’s key weapon against the Void."

"In critical moments you must know how to use her power."

"Understood, Mother."

"Good. Then, it’s about time for us to depart."

"Safe travels, Mother."

Saying this, Rosvisser turned to Leon.

"Remember to write me regularly, Leon."

"I will."

"Good luck, brother-in-law."

"Got it, Sis."

With their final farewells exchanged, Cecilia spread her wings, transforming into a massive red dragon, even larger than Isha’s dragon form.

Leon leapt onto her back.

Cecilia beat her wings, slowly lifting into the sky.

Rosvisser watched the distant red silhouette, waving as she called out:

"Come back soon! Take care of yourself!"

From far away ыhe saw Leon, his back to her, raising his arm high.

His fist clenched tightly.