Emperor's Reckoning

Priscila's eyes opened wide in disbelief as she looked at her daughter smiling. She noticed that her daughter didn't deny her claim through the latter's body language.

She smiled but she didn't nod nor she shook her head. She didn't deny the adversity of comprehending her revelation. Anyone could proclaim that they were reincarnated, but not even their own parents would believe them.

Priscila made a harsh swallow before she reached out her daughter's arms with hers. Holding her daughter's hands she asked, "Are you really the War Maiden? The one from the story? You are her reincarnation?"

Cecile smiled as she asked, "Do you believe it, mother?"

Priscila felt like she had entered into the jumbled mess of a maze with no exit. To just believe that her daughter was the reincarnation from the legendary story that she heard when she was a kid was a tough thing to do. Not even the word yes was easy to say out loud.

"I know, it's hard to believe that kind of story since it was only a part of what really happened that was told and survived the test of time," said Cecile.

She knew that the story that was told from merchants to merchants, people to people, would eventually become more exaggerated and in some cases, it might alter the truth of what's happening.

"The story never mentioned how the War Maiden looks, now did it? I've looked it up. Different sources made different features of her. One says she had blue hair like the azure of day. One said it was midnight black or golden spring. However, they were all wrong," smiled Cecile.

Priscila slightly squinted her eyes before letting Cecile continue.

"It was auburn, mother, the War Maiden had auburn hair, and she didn't fight the Eternal Golem alone. She was with someone else."

"Auburn..." she furrowed her eyebrows, "You are not making this up so that the story would link up to you now, are you?"

Cecile shook her head, "No, mother, I'm pretty sure my hair was still auburn back in the days, though, I'm not as tall as I currently am right now."

"Cecile, you are scaring me right now, are you really the War Maiden? The woman that said to have unprecedented prowess of combat?"

Cecile chuckled, "They are exaggerating with every era, I was nothing but a peasant girl whom...."

Her eyes slightly turned mellow before she continued, "was lucky enough to meet someone during her deepest fall."

Priscila tightened her upper lips. She knew the story already and seeing how her daughter's emotion went, only further intensified that what she was saying was the truth.

"Tell me mother, in your version of the legend, how does the story end?"

"Huh? oh, the story ended with... hmm... it really doesn't have a concrete end. The story ends with the destruction of the Eternal Golem basically, but the ending part hinted that she would then go on war after war, against a monster with a devious look. Demons and such, thus she was said to be the most favorite heaven's daughter."

Cecile shook her head, "Looks like even the legends didn't escape heaven's greed."

"Huh? What do you mean?" asked Priscila after seeing her daughter's scorn.

"Nothing, that's not important right now, the time will come when everything mortal knows about heaven and hell will crumble, and the time is nearing," Cecile smiled before muttering, "After all, the pivot has come back from the death."

Priscila furrowed her eyebrows as she was further confused by her daughter's words. It seemed like her daughter definitely knew something that she don't. Her instinct tell her that it was something big and dangerous, something that would befall the entire structure of cultivation, and her instinct rarely missed. However, her curiosity must be temporarily quelled down, there was something more important to address.

"Make me believe that you are the War Maiden, Cecile," said Priscila.

"Huh?" Cecile arched her eyebrows in surprise as she looked at her mother.

"What should I do to make you believe me, mother? Obviously, you are not going to ask me to fight you, will you?" asked Cecile. She doubted that her mother would come with that crazy idea.

"No, I doubt that I could win against you," said Priscila whilst shaking her head.

She knew very much how powerfully talented her daughter was. She was a hardworking woman and focused on training cultivation but even then was still inadequate compare to her own daughter.

Her close friends would have been surprised by her words. It was not an easy act to admit that she would lose as all cultivators had the cultivator's pride, not to mention to the latter generation. However, she understood that her daughter would eventually command the very stars in the sky themselves ever since she saw her holding a weapon for the first time.

"There must be something that you can do to prove that you are the War Maiden," muttered Priscila.

"Hmm... that is a tough one, I'm not well versed in magic like the others.. hmm..."

Cecile crossed her arms as she slightly furrowed her eyebrows whilst contemplating. (I can't think anyway...)

In the end, she let out a sigh, "Look's like I can't mother, at least not now. The least you could do is give me the benefit of the doubt."

"Hmm... I guess..."

"Oh! Wait... maybe you can prove it to you," Cecile smiled as she crossed her arms and straightened her back. The proud face that was influenced by the one that took her heart emerged.

"You mean you can prove it to me?" asked Priscila as she slightly blinked in confusion.

Cecile shook her head, "No, you can prove it yourself that I am the War Maiden in that legend."

"Right... and how can I do that?" asked Priscila while crossing her arms.

"By going... to the place where I fought the Eternal Golem."

The moment she laid down those words, her mother's eyes opened wide as she gradually let go of her crossing arms. The place where the mighty War Maiden fought against the Eternal Golem, the story that had been passed down and passed on. From her daughter's tone, it seemed like the place was actually real.

"You mean..."

"Yeah... the place where I fought the Eternal Golem still existed. The stories never tell you where the battle happened now, did they? I can tell you..."

Priscila made a harsh swallow as she looked at her daughter smiling against her. Her curiosity peaked. If there was one person that know the location where the legendary battle happened, it was of course the War Maiden herself.

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"Look's like they move fast huh," muttered Lyon as he smirked. Despite most experts in the entire multi-world was going after him he was still nonchalant as ever.

"More will come, but that's about it. The clever ones will bid their time and let the fodder killed themselves by coming here," said the old man.

"We are an eyesore of a target already, we need to move out of this place, though, hah, my homeworld is destroyed," said Jin dejectedly.

"Hmm? Father, I didn't notice it before, but what happened to your arm?" asked Lyon.

"Huh? Oh, this burnt mark? Well, a certain lady of yours over there was turning frantic and tried to enter the spatial storm without further thinking. I mean, it's sweet and all but, well, you know what I mean."

"A certain woman of mine?" muttered Lyon as he turned around and looked at the other two.

(Definitely not Luna, she was not the type to be swallowed up by rage that easily. She knows me well enough since this is not the first time, so that left only one woman) thought Lyon as he turned her gaze toward the woman of jade hair behind Yunesia.

He smiled wryly as he slightly chuckled toward her blushing red cheeks. Even the mixed-blood dragon still had their bashfulness despite the thick blood of proudness within.  He suddenly opened his hand before a white magic brand suddenly formed on top of Jin's burnt arm.

"Woah?" muttered Jin as he looked at the accelerated speed of his recovery rate. He could see the burnt were shedding off of his skin with the speed that was observable by naked eyes.

(Instantaneous cast?!) muttered Yunesia as she looked at how effortlessly Lyon cast the spell. However, she soon shook her head, with how Lyon did back in the banquet, this was child's play. His element aptitude was still mysterious (Fire and Life... he had those two extreme aptitudes in contrast to my little sister's ice and thunder). However, her eyes were certain that Lyon still hold much more than those two element aptitudes.

"Huh? Oh look, they're back," said Lyon as he looked at the two figures coming his way.

Cecile naturally smiled back as she looked at her husband but Jin caught her wife's contemplating face instead.