Chapter 321: Chapter 284: Father and Daughter Reunite, the "Vessel" Awakens

Seeing Yed’s confusion, Ivory began to explain.

"Yed, it was Mr. Jon who saved you."

"You were struck by a potent Poison after the attack. If he hadn’t acted in time, using the Divine Technique [Aegis of Light] to seal the Poison and preserve your vitality, the consequences would have been unthinkable. And just a moment ago—"

She paused, her gaze turning to the exhausted Jon, her purple eyes filled with deep respect.

"It was Mr. Jon again. He used the power of the sun to cast the Divine Technique [Mark of Pure Light] and completely purged that vile Poison. You’ve made a full recovery."

Yed listened quietly, the dazed look on his refined face replaced by overwhelming shock.

His green eyes, identical to Reya’s, first flashed with disbelief, then filled with the profound relief and deep gratitude of having survived a terrible ordeal.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on his daughter, Reya, who was pillowed on his arm. There were still tear tracks at the corners of her eyes, but her breathing had become steady and deep. In the morning light, her fiery red hair shimmered like molten gold.

Then, gently and with extreme tenderness, he loosened his daughter’s tight grip.

Tossing aside the thin blanket, the President of the Heta County Noble Union Chamber of Commerce, an Imperial Viscount, pushed his still-weak body into a sitting position.

He ignored the slight discomfort from the faint, new scar on his abdomen. Taking a deep breath, he moved with a clumsiness born of recent illness, yet still maintained the noble bearing ingrained in his very bones. He gave a solemn nod of acknowledgment to Jon, who was resting, leaning back in a chair.

"Mr. Jon... For saving my life... I, Yed Xavier... will never forget."

Jon opened his eyes at the sound. A lingering weariness clouded his ice-blue eyes, as if he had just withdrawn from a silent confrontation with the will of the abyss.

He shook his head slightly, not taking the credit.

"You exaggerate, Your Excellency. What truly saved you and sustained your existence was the supreme glory of the Arch-God, His Majesty Po Ao."

"All I did was serve as a minor extension of His will in the mortal world."

At that moment, Reya was awakened by her father’s movements and low whispers.

She blinked her emerald-green eyes in confusion, then her gaze sharpened on her father, now sitting up. The exhaustion in her eyes was instantly swept away by elation, and she almost cried out again.

However, Yed’s broad, warm hand gently patted her shoulder.

He motioned for his emotional daughter to be calm. Then, under Reya’s tear-filled gaze and Ivory’s solemn watch, he braced himself on the edge of the bed and slowly, resolutely, rose to his feet.

The morning light outlined his tall but slightly gaunt figure. His red hair, a few shades darker than Reya’s, glowed like smoldering embers in the light.

He straightened the slightly wrinkled collar of his shirt, each movement carrying the composure of one who has weathered many storms.

Then, he faced Jon and bowed deeply and meticulously in a standard salute of gratitude, his posture as solemn as if he were having an audience with a king.

"The Xavier family will remember the grace of His Majesty Po Ao for generations, and we shall never dare to forget."

Yed’s voice, deep and full of power, echoed clearly in the silent room.

"However—"

He raised his head, looking directly into Jon’s ice-blue eyes.

"As the Envoy who brings the gospel of our lord, who wields His great power while walking among mortals, and who has truly shone this divine grace upon us—you, Mr. Jon."

"Your very existence and your efforts are an indispensable part of this miracle."

"Therefore, this gratitude and respect are also owed—and must be paid—to you."

He spoke each word deliberately, his voice carrying the weight of bedrock.

Jon met his gaze for a moment, then gave a slight nod to show he accepted the thanks before changing the subject.

"A lot has happened since you fell into your slumber. I believe that as one of the founders of the Resistance Alliance, you should be brought up to speed."

Hearing Jon’s words, Yed’s expression turned serious as well.

"I was just about to ask about that."

He looked to Ivory at his side and asked.

"What is the state of the war in Heta County?"

However, Ivory just shook her head, a teasing glint in her purple eyes as she looked at Reya.

"As for that, you’d best let your daughter report to you herself."

She gestured to the young woman, whose eyes were sparkling now that her father was awake.

"As the undisputed Grand Steward of logistics for the allied forces, and concurrently the deputy head of the county-wide intelligence network, her grasp of the overall situation—ahem."

"It might be even more thorough than that of those actually on the battlefield!"

Yed followed Ivory’s gaze and turned to his daughter.

An entirely new expression—one of immense astonishment and scrutiny—overtook his refined, composed features.

His eyes clearly reflected his daughter, who, while as clear-eyed as ever, looked as though she had been tempered by many trials.

The girl’s emerald-green eyes no longer held only her former innocent charm, but now contained a resolve born of responsibility and duty—something he had never seen before he fell unconscious.

"Reya? You... you took over all of this?"

Reya straightened her back. Her fair cheeks were flushed with excitement and a little nervousness from her father’s scrutiny, but the confidence forged by her recent experiences allowed her to stand firm.

"Yes, Father."

"Since you were attacked, the situation in Heta County has been changing by the second. The allied forces needed eyes, supplies, and a network to connect everything."

Her voice was crisp and carried an undeniable resolve.

"I couldn’t... let all your hard work go to waste, nor could I let this land fall into ruin."

Deep in Yed’s eyes, the immense astonishment gradually transformed into a complex, indescribable emotion—relief, pride, and a touch of profound sentiment.

"Good... Very good... You truly are my daughter..."

——

「Meanwhile, deep within Grent Manor.」

In a heavily guarded, quiet room, Carina—the vessel once possessed by a desecrated existence, now nothing more than an empty shell with a shattered soul—finally showed a reaction.

Ever since being "contained" by Jon, she had been as silent as a faded doll, her unfocused gaze fixed on nothingness, oblivious to any sound or approach.

But now, the apprentice in charge of watching her discovered with horror that this "empty" shell had begun to twitch faintly and unnaturally, as if life were returning to it.

This development was quickly reported to Rosalind, the steward of the manor.

The news reached her while she was working in the main hall of Grent Manor.

The apprentice’s frantic gasps echoed in the empty corridor, causing her to lift her silver eyes.

"My lady... she moved! The woman Mr. Jon brought back—she’s reacting!"

At the words, Rosalind’s face remained as cold as an ice sculpture, but a sharp glint flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She didn’t say a word, only giving a slight nod as her steps carried her like a phantom toward the depths of the manor. Ever since becoming a Bloodline Warlock, her Power and Constitution had been growing at a terrifyingly rapid pace, even without combat.

A moment later, she swept past the two Mechanical Body guards standing outside the quiet room and stepped inside. She looked at the figure squatting in the corner, head in her hands, trembling slightly.

After confirming the woman’s reaction, she turned without a moment’s hesitation to issue the order Jon had given her.

"Go to the Golden Maple Leaf Trading House to find Mr. Jon and inform him of this—go now, and do not delay."

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