"Her aptitude is quite good."
Molli’er suddenly spoke up, naturally referring to the little girl, Agatha.
"Yes."
Ronan nodded, "She’s much better than I was at that age... maybe, we’ll have the chance to et again in the future."
Ronan withdrew his gaze, and by the ti he turned around, his expression had fully regained its calm.
He signaled Molli’er to leave.
On the way back from Scent Flower Manor to the Earl’s Domain, an unprecedented "drastic change" began taking place within Ronan.
As the last and greatest obsession of his predecessor, Li’er, ca to an end, Ronan vividly felt all the "blockages" within his soul dissolving at this mont.
One by one, mories flashed before his eyes, those of the predecessor "Ronan", starting from the mont he began to rember.
From then on, these mories were no longer those of a predecessor; like the mories of a past life, they all belonged to Ronan.
At this mont, Ronan felt he had truly beco a complete whole.
Soon, the two arrived above Earl’s Castle.
"I need to go into seclusion for a while..."
Ronan looked at Molli’er, who waved her hand nonchalantly. Ronan didn’t bother with further words, took a deep breath, and rapidly descended, arriving in the chamber at the very bottom of the castle in the blink of an eye.
At this mont, the spiritual power in his Consciousness Space was growing rapidly, a result of the substantial increase in soul power.
Before his soul was complete, the soul fragnts left by the predecessor "Ronan" were redundant parts within his soul, even considered impurities.
Now, however, as these fragnts dissolved, they nourished his soul, causing it to grow continuously.
"This anomaly’s end might elevate my soul’s aptitude to a new level..."
Ronan thought, quietly closing his eyes. Soon, strange light radiated from every pore of his body, lighting up the entire chamber brightly.
That evening, many living in the castle felt a mysterious throbbing in their sleep, waking up for no apparent reason...
...
Days passed, and since that night Ronan entered the chamber, he never erged.
That afternoon, as usual, Molli’er sat on the rooftop passing ti by watching so donkeys being shod when suddenly, as if sensing sothing, she abruptly looked in a direction, her lazy expression completely vanishing.
She directly leaped off the rooftop, grabbed a horse, and charged out of the castle. Due to her special status, no one dared to stop her.
Molli’er sped on horseback, through forests, across streams, over hills... At so distance from the castle, a painful expression suddenly crossed her face, and without any warning, she fell off the horse.
And just as Molli’er was about to hit the ground, the space around her plunged into complete stillness.
The drifting clouds in the sky, the blowing wind, the galloping horse, the flowing water... and the falling Molli’er, everything was frozen by a mysterious force.
In this absolute stillness, nurous red Light Points erged densely and quickly converged, forming a tall and straight figure.
This figure walked over to Molli’er, extended a hand, and lightly flicked at so point in the Void behind her.
"Burst—"
An invisible string was thus broken.
In the next breath, everything that had been still resud motion.
"Thump!"
Molli’er hit the ground solidly, rolling around slightly in disarray.
When she got up and saw the face of the person before her, a cold and complex expression imdiately surfaced on her beautiful face.
"It’s really you... Waliz."
Stepping out from the countless clustering red Light Points, wearing an extrely refined golden robe, his handso features and the indescribable noble aura enveloping his body, the young man looked at Molli’er and smiled, gently saying: "You should call Uncle... my dear Molli’er."
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