From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty - Chapter 194

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Today is Lilian’s birthday.

She hadn’t celebrated her birthday at the Fischer family manor in Nasir Town for several years, but this year she finally managed to return to Fischer Manor. Byrne was very eager to throw a rather nice birthday party for his daughter.

Although it was a time of war, the situation at the front wasn’t very tense, and life within the boundaries of Cyart hadn’t changed much.

Many people participated in this birthday party, not only people from Nasir Town but also many notables from the four towns came to the party, all thinking of getting acquainted with the Fischer family.

The birthday party was about to officially start, and as Lilian gazed at the servants bustling around the manor and the large cake they had prepared for her celebration, she couldn’t find any joy in her heart; instead, she felt an odd sense of detachment.

She felt as if her mind and spirit were not present.

In recent years, she had been moving about with Aunt Irene, helping all sorts of poor and sick people.

Aunt Irene said people struggled in their suffering, and Lilian had finally seen for herself what that meant.

Outside, in the world, there were so many people who couldn’t get enough food, who had no clothes to wear, and even when people fell ill, they could not afford treatment and could only wait painfully for death to come.

“Can you save my mother?”

A child once pleaded with Lilian to save his mother. She immediately took Aunt Irene with her, only to find that the child’s mother had long been dead, and even the body was rotting and reeking.

Still, the child kept begging, kneeling on the ground, clutching her clothes, tears streaming down his face.

“Please save my mother, she has been sleeping, hasn’t woken up for a very long time, I don’t know how to wake her up!”

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Lilian stared dully at Aunt Irene, who just shook her head, saying they would arrange for the child to go to Daybreak Orphanage.

Although Irene could heal almost all injuries and diseases, she could never bring the dead back to life.

Lilian received a letter from the orphanage later on.

The child, having learned what the death of his mother truly meant, cried every day until one night he disappeared without a trace.

“Will he die?”

Lilian couldn’t forget this incident. Having experienced too much sorrow in the outer world over the years, she couldn’t bear it and asked Aunt Irene.

“Why is the world like this, full of pain, sadness, despair, what can we do to change it?”

Aunt Irene looked at Lilian calmly and seriously, beginning to explain with a voice filled with the power of faith:

“Because the so-called True Gods are all false gods, utterly corrupt and hypocritical. They have always trampled people at will, harvesting everything, and never loved humanity.”

“That’s why the world has become the tragic state it is now.”

“Only the great Lord of the Lost is the True God who can change the world, who loves humanity, and everything the Fischer family possesses now is a gift from Him, proof that the Lord of the Lost will indeed save the world.”

Gradually, Lilian fully awakened, realizing that only the True God could change everything!

Praise the great Lord of the Lost!

Lilian had finally found her lifelong goal, hoping to spread the great will of the Lord of the Lost, to shatter the old world and bring about a brand new, beautiful one.

But the realization of this ideal was bound to encounter the opposition and resistance of many.

“But the more they oppose me, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing!”

She felt that the Fischer family’s principles were a bit too conservative, not striving hard enough, and had never even attempted to recruit more followers in a radical way.

If the followers are not sought after by the Dawn Church, they will naturally be led away by other beliefs, and waiting on, the great Lord of the Lost does not know when He will truly resurrect.

The longer His resurrection is delayed, the longer humanity must suffer in despair.

“The Fischer family has always been conservative, but sometimes, we need to take more extreme measures…”

Lilian temporarily left the presence of everyone and quietly went down to the basement beneath the manor.

She knelt in front of the sacred object for a long time, praying silently.

“Gugugu! Gugugugu!”

The silvery-white Spiritual Dragon excitedly crawled out of its corner nest, wobbled as it attempted to fly but failed, and ultimately snuggled up at Lilian’s feet.

“It’s been a long time, I’m finally back.”

Lilian hugged the Spiritual Dragon, her heart brimming with joy, preferring the company of animals and mysterious creatures over socially adept humanoid beings.

The Fischer family had gradually become a behemoth, and Lilian’s birthday celebration once again became the focus of many people in town.

There were many guests coming and going at the birthday party, and the servants worked methodically, as Chris and Vanessa’s children gathered in a corner of the family hall.

They stood together, watching Cousin Lilian’s birthday party without drawing attention to themselves.

Chris’s daughter, Christine, seated in a silver-gray wheelchair, had strikingly delicate features beneath her silvery-white hair, especially her captivating eyes.

Her legs were disabled, her body extremely frail as if she could collapse at any moment, yet her eyes sparkled with a keen and enchanting light.

“Brother, look at those men. They seem distracted but are actually fixated on Sister Lilian, like large animals in mating season. Ridiculous, isn’t it?”

Christine was very intelligent, possessing from a young age the ability to read people. With just a short interaction, she could discern someone’s character and thoughts.

Byrne had even praised Christine, feeling she would someday match Viscount Bast’s prowess in understanding people.

However, he also regretted that Christine’s body, cursed to a lifetime of disability, might prevent her from achieving greater accomplishments.

Christine was actually an indifferent child, more willing to converse with her family than show a sliver of emotion towards strangers.

Karno Fischer also had silver hair, but just a short layer on top of his head because he couldn’t be bothered to wash it, even considering shaving it all off.

A stalk of grass dangled from his mouth as he leaned back lazily with one hand behind his head.

“No chance of that, hahaha, Sister Lilian’s heart isn’t here.”

“All those ardent suitors are just fools.”

Karno was nothing like the rest of his family; he was the most cheerful and extroverted, his personality complete opposite to his silent and reserved father.

He loved roaming around outside, never caring about his own disability, not feeling any different from others, untroubled about his future.

Any child who dared mock Karno’s disability would find themselves on the receiving end of his single-handed punches, and without revealing his identity, Karno became the children’s king of Nasir Town, turning those brats into his underlings.

Karno had only one arm but was naturally strong, and with agility and nimbleness like his father Chris, he could easily take on ten people singlehandedly.

The twin siblings had a close relationship, always sticking together, rarely apart, and were liked by almost everyone in the Fischer family.

Seeing the siblings slowly approach, Irene said calmly:

“Christine, Karno, what are you doing here? Hurry and change into your formal attire; your sister’s birthday party has already begun.”

“Okay, got it, Aunt Irene,” the twins responded in unison.

Irene smiled as she led them to the dressing room.

Karno, with the grass still in his mouth, casually asked, “Aunt Irene, are you not leaving after coming back this time?”

Irene nodded gently, a tender smile on her face.

“Yes, I won’t leave Nasir Town again, never ever, and Lilian will not leave either.”

Karno couldn’t help but laugh, nodding excitedly, “That’s great! I just love the desserts Sister Lilian makes! Hahahaha!”

Christine looked at Aunt Irene, feeling something off about her emotions but couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

She also vaguely sensed that the family harbored some immense secret, one that was never revealed to her and Karno.

What could it be?

Some unknown truth?

Christine was curious but also a bit frightened, deep down knowing she and Karno were not entitled to explore it.

Looking calmly at Christine and Karno, Irene said with a smile, “Soon, you will gain your own strength, and the future of the Fischer family will need you, along with Lilian and Darren, to uphold it together.”

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