SSS-Rank Harem Sword: My Lustful Life With Legendary Maidens-Chapter 117: The Chronosis

"Where is he? Where is the impudent who made my heir blind?"

Adonis and Mariana sat upright the moment they heard the shout.

As they looked toward the door, a man in a green robe with a roman clock symbol on his chest entered the room with large strides. Behind him, another young man followed, wearing the same styled robe.

They only stopped once they stood before Adonis and Mariana.

"Is it you, boy? The harbinger of chaos?" the adult man asked, radiating a faint green aura.

"Harbinger of chaos?" Adonis echoed in confusion. "Just who are you two?"

The man summoned a magical staff, then dramatically introduced himself.

"Lo and behold, I am the mighty Time Lord, Chronach. Past, present, and future, everything is within my grasp."

"And this is my pitiful heir, Elliott Chronos, who was blinded when he tried to probe into a divination about the thief who stole the Progenitor’s Core. His staff pointed toward Adonis threateningly.

"And that sly thief is none other than you, Adonis Kingsbane."

Adonis finally understood. His gaze swept over the Time Lord’s heir, Elliott.

He noticed how white Elliott’s eyes had become. He was definitely blind.

His gaze returned to Chronach.

"So, what now? Are you here for revenge?"

"Revenge?" Chronach shook his head lightly. "No. You must fix his eyes, honourable Successor. This is not an order, it is a request. The Queen has approved it as well."

"And how will I fix him?" Adonis asked. "I can enhance bloodline purity, not heal divine curses."

Chronach replied, "You can, my lord. Our Progenitor had not chosen anyone for thousands of years, yet she chose you. It means only you have the power to do the impossible. For now, let him stay with you and serve you. You will surely find a way to cure him in the future."

He seemed pretty confident about his statement, and in a way he was not wrong.

Just then, Mariana spoke up.

"Actually, I might have the cure for this divine curse."

Her words stunned everyone in the room.

"You do, young lady?" Chronach asked eagerly.

Mariana waited for Adonis’s permission to speak.

Adonis gave his permission with a glance, equally curious about what she had to say.

"Adonis, if we combine my Fate power and your Destruction power, we might be able to erase this curse entirely."

Adonis had to agree. That was indeed a possible solution.

Elliott went down on his knees.

"Please, my lord. Grant me your divine vision and wisdom. Let me see this world again with new colors. I will always serve you faithfully and obey your every word."

Adonis looked at Elliott kneeling before him, his white sightless eyes staring at nothing, hands pressed flat against the floor.

He looked at Mariana.

She gave him a small, certain nod.

"Get up," Adonis said. "Kneeling does not speed this along."

Elliott rose carefully, orienting himself by sound, his movements carrying the practiced caution of someone who had been navigating blindness long enough to develop a method for it.

Mariana shifted to the edge of the bed, her focused composure pushing the lingering tiredness from her expression.

"Your Chaos power destroys, Adonis. Amd Mine governs fate. The curse is written into his divine sight like ink into paper. We do not burn the paper. We dissolve the ink and rewrite what belongs there."

"Place your hand on his left eye," she told Adonis. "I will work from the right. Push simultaneously when I give the word."

They positioned themselves on either side of Elliott. Silver Fate energy gathered at Mariana’s fingertips in luminous threads. Adonis raised his palm, feeling the curse immediately, a dense cold presence sitting behind the white of Elliott’s ruined sight like a stone lodged in still water.

"Now," Mariana said quietly.

They pushed forward simultaneously.

HUMMM!

The curse resisted. Adonis held the Chaos energy steady, sustained and controlled, while Mariana’s Fate threads wound inward, unraveling the outer structure of the curse while Chaos dissolved what the threads exposed.

Then it broke. Quietly and all at once.

"Ah ahhh!" Elliott gasped, a short involuntary sound he immediately suppressed.

He opened his eyes.

They were deep, clear green, and they moved across the room with the overwhelmed quality of someone seeing color and light and shape after a very long absence. Then something shifted at the edges of his irises, green and silver intertwining briefly before settling. When it faded his eyes carried a new depth, like looking into something with more dimensions than a surface should contain.

"I can see the Fate threads, I could not before."

He turned to Adonis, and something in his expression stilled with genuine awe.

"Yours have no comparison, my lord."

Chronach crossed the room and gripped Elliott by both shoulders, looking into his restored eyes with an intensity that stripped away every layer of his theatrical manner entirely.

"Can you really see, Elliot?" the old man asked, looking overwhelmed.

"I can see, Master," Elliott confirmed.

Chronach turned away briefly.

Then he turned back and looked at them both with real emotions.

"Thank you two. Elliott is the only person I have trained in four hundred years. He is as close to a son as someone like me is permitted to have. You have my genuine gratitude. Without performance."

Mariana inclined her head. "Whatever happened between was were planned by Fate. He deserved to see the world again."

What followed was a warm gathering.

Chronach produced cups and a flask of something ancient from within his robe without explanation, and the four of them settled into the ease that sometimes develops quickly between people who have just shared something real.

The story of master and apprentice came out in pieces, Chronach finding a small, determined boy in a collapsing border town at the edge of a kingdom that no longer existed, staying for four hundred years worth of consequences.

Eventually the light through the colonnade shifted into evening tones and Chronach rose.

Elliott turned to Adonis and bowed deeply.

"I meant what I said, my lord. I will serve you from choice, not obligation."

"Then try to keep up, Elliot," Adonis said, smiling a little.

The corner of Elliott’s mouth moved briefly.

Then they were gone, and the room settled into quiet atmosphere.

Mariana’s warm shoulder fell on Adonis’s arm as the first stars appeared above the eastern valley, closer here than they had ever looked from any human kingdom.

"Hubby, can we do it now?" she suddenly asked, lips parting in a seductive allure.