Chapter 347: Extra Ch 4 : Hidden truth
The air in the temple gradually became heavier, and a faint murderous intent slowly emanated from the golden-haired youth, suffocating the atmosphere.
The moment the elderly man uttered the words "descendant of the gods," Noel’s blue-colored eyes abruptly contracted into a sharp point, his intense gaze fixed on the elder, and his expression became increasingly cold.
Laxus, standing beside him, glanced at Noel in slight surprise, then remained silent.
The elder seemed completely unaware of the oppressive aura Noel was emitting.
He maintained a calm expression and spoke softly, "Please do not be wary of me. I only sensed a bloodline similar to ours."
"What do you mean?" Noel furrowed his brow slightly.
The elder did not answer immediately.
Instead, he slowly walked to the statue of Alva, placed his hands together in front of him, and assumed a praying posture.
"Actually, we, the people of Anphel City, are the same as you. We are also descendants of the gods."
Noel paused for a moment. "You...?"
The elder did not turn around but instead sighed gently and continued, "We, the Anphel people, are descendants of the Lord of Thunder from the Light faction. However, though we say that, in reality, after many generations, our bloodline has become extremely thin. The only remaining connection we have to the Lord of Thunder is perhaps the fact that nearly our entire tribe uses lightning-based magic. Most of the current tribe members are even unaware of their true divine heritage..."
The tone of Anqiro was calm and devoid of fluctuation, without any sorrow or anger, but rather a subtle sense of nostalgia and melancholy.