Lear took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions.

His gaze held subtle hints as he looked at Kalanis, the ever-valiant and steadfast warrior who never lowered her head in defeat.

He had not expected that she would have so many secrets hidden within her.

Extraordinaries have already reached the pinnacle of this world; each is a kingdom's decision-maker, a high-tier noble, a leader of a major force.

Demigods, one step beyond the extraordinary, are entities that can touch the divine spirits.

Demigods who ascend in other dimension planes are even rejected by the main plane, unable to enter.

They receive the same treatment as divine spirits.

What earth-shattering bloodline is hidden within her body?

Now, looking back on the incident where she single-handedly killed over a thousand fallen demons of the same level, it seems insignificant.

However... the Soul Mark, she has become someone else's prey.

This made him quite displeased.

There's a feeling like a hard-earned treasure being snatched away and destroyed by someone else.

Without concealing it, he directly informed her.

"Kalanis, a special aura is imprinted in your soul, containing a very intense malicious intent."

"It anchors your soul, and as your bloodline awakens to a certain degree, the mark will activate... and the one who anchored it will kill you."

Kalanis's pupils shrunk, her face ignited with fury, but she suppressed it in an instant, her gaze turning cold.

"I've long been mentally prepared for them... No lowly deed is beyond them."

Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Who are they? As comrades, if we can assist you, Weilu City will not hesitate to lend a hand."

Kalanis sensed the sincerity in his tone, her golden eyes flinched for a moment.

The fresh and resolute face showed a touch of complexity, but eventually she shook her head.

"Lord Lear... My enemies are extremely powerful, and I don't want to drag you to oppose them."

Her gaze gradually deepening.

"Some things must be done by myself... It is destiny."

In Lorand City, what kind of existence is the Tulip Clan?!

A lofty Count's family!

They possess a nearly suffocating network of connections within Lorand City, and are renowned in the Northern Province of the Griffin Empire.

These high-tier nobles never stand alone!

Lear's strength is definitely not weak, but compared to the suffocating aristocratic heritage... the disparity remains despairingly vast.

Lear raised his eyebrows, looking into her eyes, speaking word by word.

"I never believe in destiny; from an ancient and brilliant civilization, I have learned an aphorism – action overcomes fate, humanity triumphs over the heavens."

"If destiny truly exists, then tear it apart!"

His tone gradually grew serious.

"Kalanis, since you didn't flinch when fighting demons, then I cannot stand idly by when you are threatened."

"Moreover now, you come under my jurisdiction... I need to know who our enemy is."

Kalanis gazed at the solemn and handsome face, her eyes softened.

A warm feeling welled up in her heart.

After a moment of silence, she then gently said.

"I was born in the high-tier noble Tulip Clan in Lorand City."

"But I am not their descendant... Rather, I was a batch intentionally bred by the Tulip Count to enhance his own bloodline – nourishment."

"The demon secret technique obtained by the other party allows him, through evil rituals, to extract the bloodline of descendants and enhance his own."

"When I was 10 years old, my mother was killed by that bastard right in front of me, and he did so... merely because agony could vastly activate the bloodline, allowing him to devour more smoothly."

At this point, her tone was flat and unwavering, as if narrating something irrelevant.

Some deeply hidden bloodline pains do not require tears.

She only needs blood to repay.

"That time... my bloodline indeed awakened, and he extracted all my blood during the evil ritual and threw the body into the graveyard."

"But I don't know why, I didn't die... The blood within my body revived once again."

"Later, I was rescued by Uncle Kerry of the Dragon Breath Mercenary Corps, followed him, receiving his teachings..."

"After Uncle Kerry passed away, the Dragon Breath Mercenary Corps fractured, I took away a tenth of the personnel and left, until today."

"If there is indeed a mark in my soul, it was engraved by the Tulip Count during the ritual..."

At this point, her tone regained a bit of warmth.

"Lord, I don't wish for you to be involved; the Tulip Clan in Lorand City are top nobles, possessing tremendous influence."

"And the Tulip Count is a being with a level as high as 19; his frantic bloodline devouring was to break through extraordinary..."

"After so many years, perhaps he has already taken that step."

Kalanis took a deep breath.

"Now, you should understand..."

Though she spoke plainly and calmly, Lear inexplicably felt the deep despair and pain within her.

Father, a word that should represent love and protection, brought her endless harm.

He created her just for her bloodline, even killing the only mother who loved her, right in front of her.

Then, she was drained of her bloodline and discarded at the graveyard...

This sense of helplessness and despair is suffocating even to imagine.

He couldn't fathom how she endured it all.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his inner emotions.

He spoke earnestly.

"I've heard of the Tulip Clan's power; although formidable... we are comrades, are we not?"

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