A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 207

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 207

 

Sacred power overflowed throughout the ravine.

 

It was the power of the World Tree, the beginning of the world and ruler of all life on earth.

 

“Tie….”

 

Tesetan, who had fallen to the ground as the Underworld monster disappeared, curled up his body.

 

He pressed one hand against his tattered shoulder to stop the bleeding while swallowing his groans.

 

When he raised his head, he could see Tie in the distance.

 

His daughter was facing the monster looking down at her, laughing cheerfully.

 

“The child can’t….”

 

Tesetan reached out one hand toward the ground.

 

He began crawling with all his strength across the battlefield covered in corpses.

 

Dark red bloodstains followed the path he took.

 

“My daughter, no.”

 

Perhaps it was fortunate.

 

The dragon that had been threatening the child had at least hidden its claws and fangs.

 

Even so, he couldn’t feel at ease.

 

“Give me back… my child….”

 

No matter how far he crawled, Tie seemed only more distant.

 

Each time he climbed over stones, dirt, and corpse fragments, his speed grew slower.

 

Tears flowed from his wide-open eyes.

 

His wounded areas were being crushed, bringing tremendous pain.

 

But none of that mattered.

 

Compared to the terror of not being able to hold the child in his arms at this moment.

 

Compared to that anxiety.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“…Sire.”

 

The dragon murmured toward the child.

 

Tesetan unconsciously stopped moving.

 

Then an unbelievable scene unfolded before his eyes.

 

A massive ring of light appeared around the child and dragon.

 

From the ring that looked like intertwined golden and deep blue light, mysterious smoke-like forms began to reveal themselves one by one.

 

‘Spirits…?’

 

While Tesetan couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

 

“O Sorcerer King.”

 

“O servant of death.”

 

“The lord of the Underworld calls forth.”

 

The appeared spirits began whispering with hundreds, thousands of voices.

 

Tesetan thought while feeling like he might lose consciousness.

 

‘Lord of the Underworld?’

 

It was a term he had heard before.

 

Specifically, a term he had seen in the Order’s classified documents that had once leaked to the North Continent.

 

He recalled the contents of the document he had personally memorized and burned at the time.

 

[In ancient times when the world was born, ‘Life’ and ‘Death’ fought against each other.]

 

But both Life and Death were Absolute Beings.

 

When the two Absolute Beings opposed each other, the world’s continued existence became impossible.

 

Eventually, the two Absolute Beings decided to make a promise of balance.

 

The ‘Ancient Covenant’ that would allow life and death to rule the world in harmony.

 

Fresh blood flowed from Tesetan’s mouth.

 

However, separate from his weakening heartbeat, his mind steadily recalled the subsequent contents.

 

[The lord of the Underworld said, “O master of the earth. While you bloom, I shall support you from the bottom of the forgotten land.”]

 

What the lord of the Underworld declared was the separation of two worlds.

 

It was a master-servant relationship he voluntarily proposed, a kind of alliance declaration.

 

The World Tree, having received dominion over the earth, extended six branches above ground.

 

And she distributed each of them to the great spirits who served her, making them govern all life on earth.

 

Meanwhile, the master of the Underworld ruled the afterlife.

 

However, a problem arose.

 

As the world was separated in two, death and life could no longer exert any influence on each other.

 

But life leads to death, and death leads to life in a cycle.

 

The lord of the Underworld pondered and reached a conclusion.

 

To create his representative and loyal servant, bestowing upon him the name ‘Sorcerer King.’

 

The Sorcerer King was one who represented the lord of the Underworld.

 

He was also a guide who governed death and led all spirits to the Underworld.

 

Since he was one who crossed between the earth and Underworld, he also received the World Tree’s love.

 

A symbol of the promise made between two worlds.

 

Evidence of harmony.

 

A portal.

 

That was the Sorcerer King.

 

“O Sorcerer King.”

 

“O representative of the lord.”

 

The spirits continued to increase.

 

They circled around Astie and Lucalion, repeating the same words.

 

Tesetan’s head dropped to the ground.

 

With one cheek against the blood-pooled earth, he gazed at Astie.

 

‘Astie….’

 

His heavy eyelids blinked slowly.

 

Was it because of his injuries?

 

Combining the information he had recalled was becoming increasingly difficult.

 

Why had the spirits appeared in the ravine?

 

Why were they repeating the same words?

 

Which one did the ‘Sorcerer King’ they were calling refer to – the monster or the child?

 

“I shall become a sword for the one who reigns above the Sire, the source of all commands.”

 

“I shall shed blood for that person.”

 

A long breath flowed from his mouth.

 

The child he ultimately couldn’t reach was laughing.

 

Whatever made her so happy, she was bursting with clear, cheerful laughter toward the dragon standing before her.

 

‘Should I feel relieved?’

 

At least in this moment, the child seemed safe.

 

But just as the last trace of color drained from Tesetan’s face.

 

Crash-!

 

The sky flashed and the surroundings grew dark.

 

Tesetan slowly turned his body.

 

Thick raindrops were falling one by one from the gathering storm clouds.

 

Beyond them, something was visible.

 

“The energy of the tree….”

 

“Find it.”

 

“Find it.”

 

“Find it and track it to the end.”

 

At first, he thought it was just fog.

 

But it wasn’t simple fog.

 

Insect-type monsters the size of human fingers were gathering in the ravine.

 

As thousands, no, tens of thousands of wings rotated, the vicinity was instantly covered in ash.

 

“The Underworld is open. I can sense the Sorcerer King’s energy nearby.”

 

“Find it.”

 

“Search.”

 

“Search.”

 

Protruding eyes swept the surroundings.

 

Watching the poison flowing down from the air, Tesetan grasped his nearly severed consciousness again.

 

All the vines and grass that had sprouted on the cliff were rapidly dying.

 

He could tell.

 

If those monsters discovered him, he would die.

 

He was already a dead man, so it didn’t matter for him, but,

 

“…Not Astie.”

 

His young and small daughter.

 

He had to protect the child at all costs.

 

“Astie!”

 

He exerted superhuman strength and began crawling across the ground again.

 

Since one arm had already lost all sensation, he pressed forward using his good arm to push against the ground.

 

“Astie-!!”

 

The dragon holding the child turned his gaze first.

 

In his red eyes was carved a fear that seemed similar to what Tesetan was feeling.

 

Time seemed to flow slowly, creating an illusion.

 

Within that, the dragon muttered.

 

“…I must protect her.”

 

Tesetan gasped for rough breaths.

 

Just a little further.

 

Then he felt he could reach the dragon holding Astie.

 

The dragon gazed up at the sky.

 

“But how….”

 

Spirits busily circled around him and the child.

 

“Master is in danger.”

 

“We must flee.”

 

“He has pursued us.”

 

The distance finally left about three steps remaining.

 

If he reached out far, he could finally grasp Astie.

 

Lucalion looked down at Tie in his arms.

 

“A place to flee from his eyes….”

 

In an instant, the World Tree’s seed glowing from Tie’s heart entered the agonizing Lucalion’s vision.

 

He drew in a short breath.

 

“…If I use this power, perhaps.”

 

The next moment, Tesetan grabbed Lucalion’s ankle.

 

Simultaneously, scales sprouted on Lucalion’s body.

 

One second later, a tremendous explosion of light covered the ravine.

 

The blindingly bright light rapidly contracted to a single point, then,

 

Bang-!

 

It spread throughout the entire ravine and the world turned white.

 

Tesetan’s eyes snapped open.

 

“…Vice leader?”

 

Cheeks shining under the streetlamp light.

 

Green eyes filled with worry were looking down at him.

 

With small hands, Tie shook Tesetan’s body as he lay on the floor.

 

“Vice leader, are you okay? Does it hurt?”

 

Disheveled hair.

 

The child restlessly placed her hand on Tesetan’s forehead.

 

“Do you have a cold…?”

 

He slowly drew in a breath.

 

The moment he opened his eyes, fragments of memories he couldn’t recover came flooding into his mind.

 

The pieces were finally becoming one picture.

 

Scenery that seemed familiar, voices that seemed heard before.

 

The child’s face, warm hands, the name always called with the same expression.

 

“…Tie.”

 

A faint moan escaped from his lips.

 

Astie tilted her head.

 

Tesetan suddenly pulled the child into his arms.

 

Tie’s eyes widened.

 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry….”

 

At the following voice, the child hesitantly raised her head.

 

Tears flowing down Tesetan’s cheeks were constantly falling onto Tie’s hand.

 

“It’s so vivid… why.”

 

Tie froze for a moment.

 

The child looked at Tesetan silently for a while.

 

Then she soon opened her lips soundlessly and called out.

 

“…Father?”

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