Pirate Kingship-Chapter 816 - 502: The Religious War Begins (7000)_3
The Southern Continent not only hasn't been explored, but the vanguard is likely to have been wiped out by the Kin...
This is due to Byron's alterations to world history. After using the [Chronicle of Ages] this time, he'll need to accumulate the power of deviation again to continue making changes next time.
While Byron is quietly waiting for that opportunity, there's actually something even more important he needs to do. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
At the highest level of the Torrent Fortress, overlooking the entire industrial city is the Governor's Mansion.
In the most luxurious suite, a very young-looking girl lies on a mahogany bed.
Her dense, long silver hair is spread across the white pillow, her features as delicate as a meticulously carved doll, dressed in an elegant court gown, holding a semi-transparent blue halberd blade and a small ball of white lead.
This is exactly the Mermaid Princess Heather, who was brought back to the Bantaan Archipelago seven days ago.
After leaving the icy sealed environment of the Crystal Coffin, her beautiful silver fish tail automatically transformed into human legs.
This indicates that her body has recovered very well.
As a slant of afternoon sunlight gradually shifts to fall on her face, her long eyelashes suddenly flutter, and then she slowly opens her eyes.
As if she had just had an ordinary nap, Heather props herself up, rubs her eyes, and lets out a small yawn:
"Ah, I slept so well, but I kept feeling something pressing against my waist, making it sore and achy."
She clenches her soft, pale fist and taps her waist, then reaches under the seven layers of velvet bedding to find a shiny little object.
—A diamond pendant that should have been hung from an earring.
Seven days ago, her two daughters-in-law, Catherine and Violet, personally made her bed, worried that she wouldn't sleep comfortably, so they had added extra layers of bedding.
She didn't expect that even an ear pendant that accidentally fell off could be clearly felt through seven layers of bedding.
Evidently, she's undeniably a true princess.
Heather shakes her head, and her full head of long silver hair cascades down like moonlight, gradually clearing her from the long sleep of over a decade.
The confusion on her face suddenly disappears, and she recalls the fact that she had already died.
"I actually... resurrected? The [Sea King's Trident] hasn't been taken, nor has it attacked the ones who saved me, what exactly happened?
Who on earth possesses such miraculous power to bring the dead back to life, and who would be so kind to do it?"
She senses the vitality and strength within her body.
Before she could figure out what had happened, she suddenly turns her head towards the door, faintly hearing some noise.
She tightly grips the halberd blade of the Trident, confirming that the effect of the Zero-Level Sacred Relic in blocking all information outflow is still active, effectively maintaining the strongest [Presence Concealment].
After hesitating for a moment, she flips off the bed and puts on the pair of crystal high heels that had been prepared for her by the bed, finding them unexpectedly fitting.
"A bit like the craftsmanship of the old cobbler in Sorenburg."
She then gently pushes open the door and steps out, finding herself in an impressively large suite.
Exiting the bedroom on the second floor, she finds the first floor is a luxuriously decorated living room.
Several figures who seem vaguely familiar are sitting on the circled sofas, having afternoon tea and chatting.
Noticing a few thick, golden anchoring chains in the spiritual world providing her an additional anchor, she vaguely guesses the identities of these individuals, feeling an incredible excitement that makes her body tremble slightly.
At this moment, a familiar yet strange voice complains:
"Cousin, there's nothing worth discussing about who's older between us. Merfolk enter puberty later than humans, and though I'm indeed still not an adult,
I was born well before Aunt disappeared; she even held me, so I'm definitely older than you.
Stop changing the subject. Come on, how many more identities are you hiding from me?"
Saranthe tested "Byron Tudor" with the [Sea King's Trident], confirming he was her brother.
Originally not wanting to implicate him due to the contamination of the [Ruoya Ark] and the Eastern Continent, she hadn't clarified their relationship, just hoping he could lead a peaceful life.
But upon being dispatched as an enforcer to [Wild Hunt] Byron Lancaster, she was astonished to find the numerous layers of identities he carried.
"Tudor" wasn't his real surname; like her "Sea Lily," it was a matronymic, and she just couldn't hold it in anymore.
Grabbing his collar, she finally asked for the truth.
In fact, Merfolk are naturally non-human, with lifespans far exceeding those of humans, and twenty-something is still young for them.
In human developmental terms, Saranthe would be the younger cousin; by sheer actual age, he would be the older cousin.
Much like the [Golden Deer], they were Schrodinger brothers.
Byron sat with a queen on either side, both having cleared their hectic schedules just to be present for Heather's awakening.
After taking a sip of the tea Catherine served, and eating a cream puff delivered by Violet, he shrugged at Saranthe:
"Had you come a few months earlier, there would indeed be more identities here.
You've met [Sword Saint] Herman and Emperor Aztec, but not the [Goddess] of the Deep Sea Clan or members of the Royal Family of The Holy Silver Empire.
Now it's truly just these two—[The Sea Hunter] and [The Mad Hunt].
Oh, and one last one, which I will only tell you, and you mustn't tell anyone else."
"Is there really one?"
Saranthe's spirit instantly lifts as she perks up and leans forward to listen.
