Chapter 241: The Weight Of A Mother’s Love
"Say something else!" Mirabella said, looking down at her lap, her ears burning. The legendary coldness of the Dragon Academy’s vanguard was nowhere to be found, replaced by a daughter desperately trying to navigate the sudden return of her past.
"Ok, let’s see... when you were seven, you asked me to play hide and seek with you. You hid and I seek." Genevieve smiled at the memory, the lines of age on her beautiful face seeming to soften. "You hid in your favorite place in my room—my wardrobe. You even covered yourself with my dresses, thinking the silk would mask you. You were so cute, even then."
"—And you stood there and watched the fight from start to finish," Mirabella completed the sentence, finally looking up. The memory was vivid—the stinging of her eye and the sight of her mother leaning against a doorway, refusing to intervene.
"If I’d known Galaxy Fall would descend, I would have taught you how to survive. Because of my desire to keep you ’normal,’ you were the weakest in your previous life. You had to train harder than anyone else just to survive the first wave. That was my fault."
"Now, how did you end up here? The Mum I know was an ordinary person. How did you—"
She smiled, and with a graceful wave of her hand, a shimmering silver mirror materialized in the air between them.
Mirabella watched as the surface of the mirror rippled like water, revealing a scene from an era long forgotten. Ten powerful figures stood in a circular formation, surrounding a man whose very presence seemed to swallow the light. Mirabella recognized him instantly—the Demon Emperor, Vassago.
Thick, jagged chains of red and black energies burst from the earth like striking cobras, binding Vassago’s limbs. No matter how the Emperor roared or struggled, the chains held firm, fueled by the life force of the ten masters.
"With our souls as sacrifice, we seal you, the Demon Emperor... You will be the fourth seal created!"
"Did they...?"
"This isn’t the starting of my life, Mira. At that moment, I was already 500 years old," Genevieve said, pointing at the beautiful, battle-worn lady in the mirror.
"Yes... After that battle, I was gravely injured by the backlash of the sealing formation. I could only survive because I possessed the Master System. It sustained my life force when my soul should have crumbled. Anyway, after the battle, I went into seclusion for two centuries to heal my injuries. When I finally emerged, I discovered the Sun family was gone. Wiped out by time and hidden enemies."
She smiled at Mirabella, a knowing glint in her eye. "I sense the Blood Angel’s presence on you. Did you unseal her?"
"Oh... So sorry, dear. I made you suffer. Those useless weapons are too tempting for their own good. Anyway, after that battle, Lamashtu was chased to a higher world—a plane far beyond this one—and I stayed back to guard the lower worlds. I had to ensure the seals held."
She sighed, shaking her head sadly as the mirror’s image began to flicker and fade.
She smiled, reaching out to touch her daughter’s hand, leaving Mirabella stunned by the revelation of her true lineage.