Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 147: Reunion and Plan

Just after stepping into the main hall, a realization dawned on Liliana and Iskarth almost at the same time. Her gaze flicked toward the girl who stood beside Igaris.

"Shirley? Isn’t that the name of Sophia’s daugh—"

"Yes. She is my daughter."

A calm, steady voice echoed through the entrance, interrupting their thoughts.

Their heads turned in unison.

There, standing beneath the soft lantern light, was Sophia. Her posture poised, her expression composed. But her eyes shimmered faintly, betraying the weight of emotions hidden beneath her calm exterior.

"Sophia..." Liliana whispered, her voice trembling. "You’re alive... after all this time."

"Yes, I am," Sophia answered. Her voice didn’t falter, but there was a quiet pain layered within. "And now I know... I wasn’t really your sister. I was just an abandoned piece of someone else’s story that our father picked up from the streets."

For a brief moment, silence fell over the room.

Then Liliana stepped forward with sudden, tender urgency. She crossed the distance and wrapped Sophia in a firm embrace.

"You might have been adopted, Sophia... but you were never a stranger to us," Liliana whispered, her voice choked with memory. "Not to me, not to Father, not to Mother. We loved you as our own. I still remember how Mother cried, calling your name, in her final days. You were family to us. You always were."

Sophia stood frozen for a moment.

Then slowly, she lifted her hands and returned the embrace.

"I... missed you all," she murmured, eyes closed as silent tears trailed down her cheeks.

Beside Igaris, Shirley stood quietly, her heart swelling with warmth as she witnessed the reunion of the women who had raised her and the woman she was still learning to admire.

Igaris glanced toward them but said nothing. The past, it seemed, was healing in its own quiet way.

Afterward, everyone settled into the comfort of the main hall, gathering around the ornate couches as the warm light of the chandeliers glowed above. A quiet atmosphere lingered in the air, but soon it gave way to conversation.

One by one, Shirley began to recount the journey that had led them all here.

He spoke with calm resolve, painting vivid images of his awakening as a World Diver. Of the early struggles he faced after escaping obscurity, how he passed through the perilous zones of Ashvale, and then descended into the Martial Sanctuary. The challenges, the betrayals, the growth. Every piece laid bare. And finally, how he took Stargaze City from the hands of the Empire, declaring it a Sovereign Territory now known as the Overlord’s Dominion.

His words were clear and grounded, but the depth of what he had done weighed heavily on every listener in the room.

Mark and Ruth, his cousins, sat wide-eyed and motionless as the tale unraveled. They had grown up with Igaris, yet the man before them was no longer the quiet, overlooked boy who had once been dismissed in the shadow of his elder brother. This was someone else. Someone who had clawed his way up from despair and insignificance to become a ruler in his own right.

"Cousin, You... did all that?" Ruth finally whispered, as if still trying to convince herself it wasn’t some elaborate dream.

Mark leaned forward, blinking in disbelief. "From a crippled boy with no presence in the family, to a Mythical Rank and ruler of a city? How...?"

"It wasn’t luck, Mark." Igaris replied quietly. "It was necessity."

Liliana, their aunt and Igaris’s mother, gazed at him with both pride and sorrow. Her eyes glistened. "You’ve grown so much, my son. More than we could have ever imagined. You’ve carried the burdens we couldn’t. And yet we never understood you."

Mark shook his head slowly. "It’s as if the heavens were mocking us all. All that time, we never realized who you really were... what you would become."

Evernight, seated nearby, sipped her tea without comment, her eyes closed but listening intently. Shirley, on the other hand, sat straight with her hands clasped, trying not to smile too proudly.

But then, Iskarth, ever the seasoned patriarch, furrowed his brows with concern and spoke in a low, weighty voice.

"Igaris, what will you do when the Four Houses retaliate? You wouldn’t be able to defend the city with your current army, am I wrong?"

Igaris didn’t deny it. He gave a slow nod, acknowledging the truth.

"You’re right, Father. We’re not enough yet. But don’t worry. I intend to return to the Dungeon Worlds and bring back more help. There are many out there who yearn for purpose and freedom. We will find them."

Iskarth sighed and leaned forward slightly, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder.

"Just how many can you recruit in such a short time, Igaris? Do you think the Four Houses will sit idle while you gather strength? No. They’ll send their armies before you can blink. They’ll burn this city to the ground before you return. You need more than allies. You need leverage."

Igaris didn’t respond right away. He already understood the risks. His gaze was steady, yet behind it, the weight of his responsibility was growing heavier with each passing hour. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"But..." Iskarth’s tone shifted. A mysterious smile crept to his lips, his eyes glinting with a cunning light that reminded Igaris of the man his father used to be—a strategist, a leader, and sometimes, a gambler.

"I may have something that could help your cause."

Igaris tilted his head slightly. Though he already had a hunch, he humored his father with the question.

"What is it, Father?"

"It’s a secret," Iskarth said, chuckling softly. "I’ll tell you about it later. For now, focus on your task. You must gather your strength. But there’s one thing that needs to be done in your absence."

He turned to the old butler, who stood quietly in the corner like a weathered statue.

"Butler Jeffrey, you’ll come with me. There’s somewhere we must go. A place that still remembers what it means to resist."

The butler gave a deep, respectful bow after exchanging a brief look with Igaris. "As you wish, Old Master."

Igaris did not stop them. In fact, he already knew the destination. His father intended to search for the remnants of the Hidden Rebel Army—one of the last lights of resistance that had not yet been extinguished by the Four Houses.

Most of the rebellion had been crushed years ago. Burned out like a dying ember under the heel of the Empire. But scattered across the land, whispers still remained. A few hidden groups, fragmented yet unbroken, still carried the dream of freedom.

If his father could reach them, and if they still remembered the name Vance, then perhaps the Overlord’s dominion could gain more than just soldiers.

It could gain a symbol.

And sometimes, symbols were the sharpest weapons of all.

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