Above The Sky
Chapter 363 - 363 335 It's All Fiery Flame Land's Fault!

363: Chapter 335 It’s All Fiery Flame Land’s Fault!

(2/3) 363: Chapter 335 It’s All Fiery Flame Land’s Fault!

(2/3) “…As I see it, there actually aren’t that many choices,” Yisen Gard spoke up, his spirits lifting more quickly than Ian had expected—or perhaps he had always known that his father didn’t love him, so there was no shock to be felt.

The blond young man closed his lake-green eyes and slowed his breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, he had calmed down and slowly began, “At least the situation is much better than I thought.

For now, I still have my mother to rely on, and my maternal grandfather’s plan won’t start until I reach the Fourth Power Level.”

“In other words, before reaching the Fourth Power Level, I can use their power to protect myself, and they too wish for me to become the head of the Ellen Family—this is something I can take advantage of.”

“As for my father…”

At this point, Yisen hesitated, then said sadly, “Compared to me, who has the royal bloodline, he probably prefers my second brother, who has the blood of Lady Elly and the Ellen Family.

After all, he and my uncle are blood brothers; what’s the difference?”

He turned his head to look at the white-haired boy: “Ian, what I should do now is seek help from my mother and them, but not really delve into Uncle Pat’s motives, even help him cover up his crimes, keep this affair within the Ellen Family’s internal power struggle, avoid provoking my father and maternal grandfather, and use this opportunity to fight for power for myself, right?”

“You should make a big fuss about the assassination attempt on you, but leave the right to investigate to your father, so you get compensation, but the matter will be glossed over,” Ian gazed at Yisen Gard and then slowly shared his view, “Hmm, that’s odd, your best choice should be to come clean to your mother about everything.”

“Tell her everything but me.

Lady Afrina might not be as ‘foolish’ as everyone thinks.”

The youth arched an eyebrow, clearly very interested in such a future: “Yisen, things might be better than either of us imagined.”

“Your mother loves you more than she loves your father and even her own father.”

“She might have many issues, but she truly does love you.”

“Is that so.”

When Yisen Gard heard this, he instinctively lowered his eyes, his eyelids moistening.

He managed a somewhat strained smile, but it looked as though he was crying: “That’s wonderful…

Mother…”

Ian shook his head slightly; he had thought of many pieces of advice and possibilities, but he had never considered that Yisen’s mother could bring such an extraordinary change to the situation.

It seems that even prophets can’t escape preconceived biases.

As for Yisen Gard’s next course of action, it would still require discussion with Master Gossay.

Now that Ian had told him all the truths, Yisen Gard could also make his own choices.

“After the labyrinth matter is concluded, I need to return to the Imperial Capital first,” Yisen pondered, then added, “My uncle is Boleyn Workshop’s steward in the Southern Region, no matter what, I need to fight over this right with my mother.”

“I had also planned to join Boleyn Workshop, starting as a deputy director of the laboratory, but now it seems that I must accelerate my progress…

And without the relevant rights, I won’t be able to pay your compensation.”

——Indeed.

This was what Ian was thinking.

If Yisen Gard didn’t pay him, then he likely wouldn’t have the money to pay Green Tide either.

He had already received news of Green Tide being saved by Viscount Grant, and along with Scott, Elan, and even Senan, he had a team of varying significance under him; it was time to consider how to make money to support them.

Originally, producing potions was enough for his own use, but if he really wanted to make big money, he would have to be affiliated with a large entity like Boleyn Workshop.

“Second Power Level fairy heritage…

I don’t know if you have any.”

At this moment, Yisen Gard hesitated, asking somewhat sheepishly, “If it’s just plain Second Power Level fairy materials, I can personally provide a portion.

It was intended for analysis of the ‘fundamental structure of Spirit Energy Origin Quality,’ and I can have it sent from the Imperial Capital right away.”

“But the quality might be just average, that is, superior grade, not as good as the best quality sold directly by the fairies from Falling Star City.”

“If you don’t mind…”

“I do mind,” Ian interrupted the blond boy earnestly, tapping on the table: “I’m concerned about when it can arrive—the quality isn’t a big deal, the faster the better.”

——”What a joke, what sort of noble offspring think supreme quality goods are just average?!”

The Fairy Wings that Elder Prude brought were considered upper-mid quality, and that was already more than sufficient.

Ultimately, the quality of demonic beast materials is judged by whether the inscriptions are intact or if the imprinting flows smoothly——and his Fairy Bloodline was inscribed on the Silver Chip, guaranteeing it was one hundred percent complete as long as it was functional.

At the top level, there’s no difference between excellent and supreme.

“No problem,” Ian Gard blinked, seeming to understand something, then smiled and said, “As for the rest, such as the complete Fairy Potion Materials, my mother will definitely be willing to give them to you——but of course, that will have to wait until I return to the Imperial Capital.”

“That’s fine; it depends on your convenience.”

Ian wasn’t in a hurry, and as everything was settled, he stood up, preparing to leave the quiet room of the workshop.

“What will you do next?”

Yisen Gard also stood up, having temporarily recovered from the prior mental shock, and he now appeared much more composed and could even afford a smile.

“Before your Fairy Heritage comes into my possession, I will continue my magical training.”

Ian replied calmly, “I need to prepare for the Second Energy Level——but beyond that, I have many other things to do.”

——Shasha’s advancement and the Labyrinth, as well as preparations for the knighthood.

And…

A funeral.

The year of 773 in the Era of Tara, April 25th.

The fifth day since Ian returned from the Southern Sea Relic Cluster.

After fourteen years, he attended the funeral of his father, the Port Guard Squad, and all those who had perished in the great storm.

“…this was not just an ordinary natural disaster, but a calamity from the Labyrinth, indeed, there may be no difference between the two, but the latter can be conquered, controlled, and mastered by us humans.”

In the center of the square, Viscount Grant was delivering a passionate speech, selectively informed by Master Gossay and Bishop White Mist about events within the Southern Sea Relic Cluster.

The viscount, upon learning that the great storm had been completely ended, took a deep breath of relief and, with acute perception, realized that this was an opportune moment to increase cohesion within his domain and to propagate his message.

Holding a collective funeral for the members of the Guard Squad, as well as for those who had died, and even erecting a monument were not major issues.

Such deaths were not uncommon on the Terra Continent, and Viscount Grant’s gesture wouldn’t touch some people, but rather make others think he was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Just an ordinary disaster, as if they never happened anywhere else.

But this time it was different.

Very different.

“All of this is the fault of Fiery Flame Land spies!”

What was originally just a routine reading suddenly escalated in volume.

The viscount’s voice echoed throughout the square, making all the listeners feel deafened and staggered.

They all lifted their heads, looking towards the viscount at the center of the square.

And the man at the focus of everyone’s gaze clenched his fists, his expression resolute and grave, loudly proclaiming the so-called ‘truth’: “Just as you are thinking, citizens of Harrison Port!”

“It was the spies from Fiery Flame Land that brought disaster upon us!”