Chapter 853 - 427 Mom_2
Obstructed from the scene behind, Long Kongkong also felt that something was off with his brother and subconsciously leaned forward. When his gaze emerged beside Long Dangdang and fell upon that face, he too became stiff. However, he managed to vocalize, though his voice was filled with trembles, "Mom, Mommy... "
Indeed, standing before them, having shed her disguise, was not the monarch of the Wraith Kingdom, the Spectral Saint Mage, their mother Ling Xue’s likeness?
In the next moment, Long Dangdang also realized what was happening. But unlike Long Kongkong’s involuntary cry of shock, he demanded sternly, "What have you done to our mom?"
He absolutely couldn’t believe that the Spectral Saint Mage before him could be their mother who had protected them as they grew up, who, although occasionally unreliable, had always cherished them deeply in her heart.
Ling Xue, or rather, the Spectral Saint Mage, regarded them calmly and said lightly, "Children, I know this is hard for you to believe. But this is the truth. Haven’t you felt that many of the events you’ve encountered before didn’t quite make sense? If the Wraith Kingdom really wanted to end you because of your talents, then the best way would have been to send top warriors, like the Sorcery Demon King, to kill you. Back then, you were not as valued by the 6 Great Sacred Temples as you are now. Could you have escaped your fated death? No, you couldn’t. So, why would we in the Wraith Kingdom go through the trouble of capturing your parents and even Kongkong’s girlfriend? Were we capturing your parents just to lead you here and kill you?"
"Are you really Mom? My mom is the Spectral Saint Mage? Holy shit." Long Kongkong couldn’t help but speak up, and while he was shocked, for some reason, he also seemed slightly excited.
Ling Xue looked at her two sons, "Dangdang, you don’t need to get worked up. I know it’s very hard for you to accept everything in front of you right now. How about this: listen to my story to the end, and then you’ll understand why things have become the way they are now."
Long Dangdang pressed his lips together. His eyes flickered with an extremely complex expression. Although he couldn’t believe this was real, his reason told him that if the Spectral Saint Mage or the Wraith Kingdom really meant them harm, there wouldn’t be any need for this lengthy conversation—they could’ve simply killed them both. The story just told and the current situation with their mother confirmed as the Spectral Saint Mage had completely thrown his heart into disarray. Coupled with memories of their mysterious Bloodline Power, Long Dangdang felt as if everything he knew was being overturned.
"You’re right, in a sense, I’m not the Ling Xue I used to be. Or rather, the Ling Xue before, your mother, didn’t harbor this hatred in her heart. Thus, the former her and the current me can be said to represent different stages. And as you grew into adults, a part of my memory gradually revived and changed."
"Back when you both went to the Holy City to study, I had nothing to do at home, so I continued to help your father with his business. Life was peaceful and happy. Each day, all I thought about was how my sons at the Spirit Furnace Academy would certainly prevail and become outstanding Knights. Everything was tranquil until that day..."
At this point, Ling Xue’s eyes also revealed a complex light, "That day was your eighteenth birthday. Unfortunately, you weren’t by my side. Perhaps because it was the day of your birthday, I missed you both particularly. But I knew your studies were important, and you couldn’t return to be with me. On every birthday before, you two would fight over who got an extra mouthful of cake. But that day, I prepared the cake, and you two little rascals weren’t with me. It really made me a bit sad!"
Hearing her words, the expressions of Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong began to change; they seemed to be transported back to their childhood. Wasn’t that right? Every birthday, since it was on the same day, their mother would only prepare one cake for them, claiming that only the cake they fought over was the tastiest, which often ended with most of it smeared on their faces. The brothers would usually sulk at each other over this, and when they did, Ling Xue would smile and wipe the cake off their faces, then make them each a bowl of longevity noodles. And only then, happiness restored, would they join their mother in debating who had eaten more cake.