Dream Weaver double-checked the description of the limiter. It had already been registered by the system as an item in her inventory—not only could it perfectly preserve the dication's effects at their peak mont forever, but it could also be brought back to the real world.
And this was exactly why Dream Weaver still held a glimr of hope for it.
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[Bloodline Limiter]
[Durability: 1/1]
[Description: The powerful bloodline of the ancestors is both a blessing and a curse. It grants descendants exceptional talent while also cutting off their path to the future. Perhaps only a descendant with qualities rivaling those of the forebears could fully bear this power—but unfortunately, the Northern family has run out of ti.
Crafted through the efforts of generations and vast resources to ensure the family's continuation, this limiter can permanently calm the rampaging bloodline once used, completely dispelling the curse that has plagued the Northern family.]
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The Bloodline Limiter, now in item form, differed slightly from how her grandmother had once described it.
Her grandmother had said the limiter would halt the bloodline's evolution at the mont of use.
But the item description stated it could permanently stabilize the rampaging bloodline. It was this subtle difference that left Dream Weaver tangled in doubt.
Originally, the Bloodline Limiter was the final achievent of the Northern family in this scripted world.
Yet the system had granted it to Dream Weaver as a quest reward. According to her grandmother's intentions, even if Dream Weaver had never uncovered the Northern family's truth, the limiter would still have been passed down to her.
This led Dream Weaver to a thought: perhaps the system had enhanced the limiter's original effect. After all, it was a reward from a phase quest.
As one of only three quest rewards in this scripted world, rely halting the bloodline at a single mont seed too plain for an item of its significance.
Deep down, Dream Weaver truly hoped it wasn't that simple. If the Bloodline Limiter, as an item, could truly calm the rampaging bloodline as described, then there was a sliver of hope—
A slim hope of waking her mother.
Just as Dream Weaver was wrestling with whether to gamble on that slim possibility, her ears caught the sound of bold, unhurried footsteps approaching from behind.
She frowned in confusion. Only one person ca to mind who would visit the Northern family at a ti like this—soone from the jiro family, more specifically, jiro Ramonu.
Her visit could only an the plan hatched by jiro Asama and the others had failed, and now they sought to nd relations.
Already unsettled by the curse and the limiter, Dream Weaver felt her anger flare at the thought. She didn't even have the energy to turn around. Keeping her back to the newcor, she spoke coldly:
"This is the Northern family. Uninvited guests aren't welco—get out."
"But, little sister, I do have Northern blood in . So maybe I don't have to leave… right?"
That soft voice made Dream Weaver's eyes widen slightly. She never expected it would be her.
She spun around. Standing before her was jiro Ardan, her face pale, almost translucent under the blazing sun, as though fragile. She seed tired from the climb, pausing to catch her breath after she spoke.
"Why… Why are you here?"
jiro Ardan's sudden appearance left Dream Weaver stunned. She hadn't told anyone where she'd gone. Had Ardan heard it from jiro Ramonu or that doctor?
Instead of answering directly, jiro Ardan waited until she'd caught her breath and then said, "I actually wanted to surprise you, maybe give you a little scare. But I guess I was too tired to hide my footsteps."
She offered an apologetic smile, as if regretting her failed attempt at a prank.
Dream Weaver watched her smile—that sa warm, gentle smile from months ago. But she knew nothing could go back to how it was. A rift had opened between her and the jiro family, one that could never be repaired.
And she had no intention of trying to repair it.
In fact, she wanted the jiro family to pay even more for what they had done.
Now convinced that jiro Ardan had learned her whereabouts from jiro Ramonu, Dream Weaver instinctively saw her as a ssenger sent by the jiro family.
"Whatever reason you have for coming, there's nothing here that you want."
"Go back. Return to your jiro family."
Dream Weaver's dismissal was blunt. She didn't want to say anything harsh to jiro Ardan, but she saw no need for further conversation.
"Didn't I already say…? I carry the Northern bloodline too."
"As another descendant of the Northern family, bound to you by blood, why should I belong only to the jiro family?"
Hearing jiro Ardan cling so stubbornly to the idea of blood ties, Dream Weaver felt a rare surge of irritation toward her. Turning away, she struggled to keep her anger in check and replied flatly:
"The Northern family? You carry the jiro na, yet you say such things. Don't you find that ridiculous?"
jiro Ardan fell silent for a long mont before responding, "Even so, the blood of the Northern still flows in my veins. And don't you also carry jiro blood in you?"
"We are the last link between the jiro and Northern families in this world. We're… undeniably family."
"As your older sister, how could I find it ridiculous? Even now, I can still feel the closeness our blood brings. Can't you feel it too?"
jiro Ardan's words only fueled Dream Weaver's frustration. She knew Ardan was right—even now, she felt a certain closeness toward her. It was that sa feeling that had compelled her to stay months before.
But after the press conference orchestrated by jiro Asama, everything had changed. Now, Dream Weaver even wondered if jiro Asama had anticipated that very sense of closeness and deliberately placed jiro Ardan there to wait for her.
In Dream Weaver's eyes, jiro Ardan had beco a chain the jiro family used to bind her. Whether it was keeping her within the jiro household before or showing up now, every action seed designed to push her back toward the jiro family.
If she imagined the two bloodlines balanced on a scale, jiro Ardan was like a weight constantly shifting the balance toward the jiro side, pulling Dream Weaver in their direction.
And once she realized that, hearing jiro Ardan talk about the closeness of their bloodline only made Dream Weaver more agitated.
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