Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 513 (Part 1)



513 (Part 1)

**Chapter 514 – Just Hold It Once More.**

So it is indeed your mother’s bloodline.

My heart sank at the words spat out by my father.

“What did you say?”

I asked again unsure if I had heard correctly.

I had to.

The words I had just heard were far too significant to let slide.

‘You mean my mother’s bloodline?’

Of course that was true. I was my mother’s child.

No.

‘It doesn’t matter if it’s not true.’

Honestly it didn’t matter if it was true or not.

I had entertained the thought that it might not be true.

I had heard that my mother was a calamity from the previous generation.

That meant she was not human.

It implied she was something inhuman like Blood Demon or Heavenly Demon.

I had considered the possibility that I might not be her blood relative.

Still it didn’t matter.

‘Even if I’m not my mother’s bloodline.’

I was her child.

The winter road where I walked hand in hand with my younger sister holding her close.

I hadn’t forgotten those days when I could endure the cold because of the warmth of that hand.

So it didn’t matter.

It was something that didn’t matter.

‘What was that just now…’

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If I were to say I wasn’t my mother’s biological child it would complicate things to the point of having to ask whose son I was which was a bit messy.

It was undeniable that I was my father’s child.

Whatever it was it was all good.

Thus the confirmation that I was indeed my mother’s child should have been something to welcome.

But the important thing was why those words were being said now.

Especially while looking at my changed appearance.

“What do you mean by that…?”

“…”

Seeing my appearance which was clearly strange reminded me of my mother.

Even the way I spoke filled with longing felt utterly alien.

The meaning of such words was soon clear.

‘You’ve seen this kind of appearance in your mother too.’

It was a somewhat numbing statement.

What did it mean that my mother had such a side to her?

Leaving aside my father’s longing it was a rather chilling statement for me now.

I knew one person who exuded a similar atmosphere to my current self.

‘No to be precise it’s two people.’

One of them I wasn’t sure about so I left it alone.

The other one whom I was certain about was.

‘Blood Demon.’

I didn’t want to admit it but it was undoubtedly true.

The sensation of that bastard who had smiled at me.

The arrogant and contemptuous gaze and eyes were felt in my own appearance.

I thought of this part as a matter of blood energy.

The blood energy that Blood Demon had implanted in me which I had fully absorbed and shed was the reason for the similar atmosphere.

That’s what I thought.

‘If my mother also exuded this kind of feeling.’

That would be a problem.

The reason being.

Blood Demon was a calamity. My mother was also a calamity.

What did it mean that I exuded a similar feeling to those two?

[You fool.]

As my thoughts deepened Noya urgently interjected.

This must be a warning that things were getting dangerous.

But that didn’t stop my thoughts.

The words of Yeon Il Cheon came to mind.

– You are a calamity.

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I had dismissed it as nonsense and forced myself to move on.

No I had tried to move on but the words had lodged themselves in my heart.

It was becoming increasingly clear.

Am I truly a calamity?

That damned thought began to fill my head.

Amidst all this.

In the midst of all this do you know what’s even more damned?

Even if I were a calamity I felt like it wouldn’t matter much.

‘Shit… Am I crazy?’

It hadn’t been a year since I resolved not to become a calamity.

Yet what was this situation?

To think that I wouldn’t care even if I were a calamity was chilling.

Was this also the influence of shedding?

Damn it.

It couldn’t be okay. What the hell could be okay?

I wanted to slap my own face to snap back to reality but I held back since my father was right in front of me.

Get a grip. If this goes on I’ll really be screwed. Or am I already screwed?

“Third.”

“…!”

I snapped back to reality at my father’s voice.

Now was not the time to be lost in thought.

It was important that my father had brought up my mother.

I was about to ask him again about it.

“I’ll go up first.”

“… What?”

I had to wear a dumbfounded expression at my father’s abrupt words.

Going up…?

“All of a sudden?”

At my incredulous words my father looked up at the ceiling.

“It seems the Clan Head of the Tang Clan has arrived.”

He mentioned that the Poison King had arrived outside.

Hearing that I tried to sense it but I felt nothing.

All I felt was emptiness.

‘Is it because of that thing outside?’

Was it called the Fire Wheel Star?

The power that changes the color of the sky and makes one’s presence disappear.

As long as that was floating could I not sense the presence of my opponent?

What kind of principle causes this phenomenon to manifest?

Just as that curiosity brushed through my mind.

My father moved and brushed past me.

Was he really planning to go up like this?

“Wait a moment. Father. We still need to talk…”

As I tried to move to grab my father his gaze turned to me.

“You are not yet qualified.”

I had to frown deeply at my father’s words.

Qualifications?

“… What qualifications are needed to hear about my mother?”

Did he mean I should receive the Young Master position? If that was the case then it would be something I had to do anyway so he could at least tell me.

I was about to spit out my frustration when he cut me off.

“Have you forgotten what I said last time?”

My father interrupted my words.

“I clearly told you to reach the composition.”

“…!”

“You have not yet reached it.”

If I wanted to know where my mother was I had to reach the level of the Nine Flame Wheel.

Did that condition also apply to hearing this story?

‘This is frustrating.’

Hearing this story was incredibly difficult.

I was now at the level of the Seven Stars yet how long would it take to reach the composition?

It felt so far away.

Even if I tried not to feel anxious it was just too far.

‘… I had reached it in my previous life.’

Due to the rough nature of the Fire Art handling it and building up my level was exceedingly difficult.

It was a place I had reached even after pouring in so much qi and how long would it take through the proper path?

‘This is maddening.’

It was hard to grasp.

A few years? If it took a few years that would be fortunate. I was already at a level built on the experiences and miraculous encounters of my previous life.

‘But I can’t just abandon it and go back to how it was then.’

The solid foundation I had built up until now.

If I were to go back to relying on qi like in my previous life everything would return to nothing.

I knew from past experiences that merely raising my level was a meaningless act so I couldn’t do that.

So I thought about throwing a tantrum and just asking him to tell me.

‘But that… wouldn’t work either.’

I could tell from my father’s eyes.

Unless I reached the composition he would never tell me and his gaze was resolute.

There was no other choice.

I couldn’t just ignore that and demand to be told.

You can only act up when you can handle the consequences.

I had just realized that I had wrecked the Heavenly Lord so how could I act up?

I held it in.

As I suppressed my desire to ask my father shifted his gaze again.

Watching him I decided to ask something else.

“… But you see.”

I subtly pointed behind me.

“What about that… no what is that person planning to do just leaving like that…?”

My father turned his head slightly at my words. Where my hand pointed was.

Flames were still engulfing the Heavenly Lord.

“…”

My father’s expression changed as he looked at it.

I clearly saw it.

My father had a look of realization.

… Could it be he forgot?

That he had left it burning like that?

‘No… he wouldn’t.’

It couldn’t be. There was no way my father would forget.

After looking at the Heavenly Lord for a moment my father quickly turned his head as if to erase the moment of hesitation.

“… Just leave it. It won’t take long for the flames to die down.”

At my father’s words I examined the flames of the Heavenly Lord.

‘Not extinguishing it means there’s a reason to leave it like that.’

Earlier he had clearly said it was to burn something.

‘What was he trying to burn?’

He was burning something that wasn’t flesh.

I didn’t understand the meaning of that. Did my father have another use for the technique he used?

As I pondered this my father began to walk toward the entrance.

Should I follow him?

What should I do? Such thoughts crossed my mind.

At that moment.

“Wait here. I’ll bring the Poison King.”

“Yes…? Me?”

He wanted me to wait while looking at the burning Heavenly Lord and the Elder?