Chapter 348: The End of All (1)
... Glitheon's heart blazed like embers, and he was the head of the family who had dedicated all he had to the Iliade house, a torch of ambition willingly incinerating himself for his fervent desire. In his youth, when he challenged the status of archmage, ambition and tenacity erupted like a volcano, and he could not control himself.
Yet in that past, he retreated without even grasping the edge of his fervent desire.
However, Glitheon still remembered that day—the day the child, Sylvia, came into the world, when the last ember ignited in his already ripened heart.
Seeing the child's soft cheeks, pure skin, radiant blonde hair, and wiggling hands and feet—the child who carried the Iliade bloodline more vividly than anyone—and witnessing the light crying in its swaddling, Glitheon instinctively knew that this child could fulfill the family's fervent wish—that his own child might reign like the sun above all other mages atop the Floating Island.
... No, it must be so, Sylvia, for you are a descendant of Iliade. Because you are Glitheon's daughter... Glitheon thought.
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“No!”
A clear, ringing shout echoed through the gallery filled with paintings, and immediately thereafter, Ria’s body crashed into Glitheon.
“Argh!”
Glitheon groaned as he tumbled. Sirio quickly drew his sword but paused in thought, finding it difficult to cut only one when the two were completely intertwined.
"Stop it!" Ria shouted, her body already wrapped tightly around Glitheon.
"It is already too late," Glitheon replied, a broad smile spreading across his lips.