Genius Noble With System
Chapter 358: Changes In Rion (Part-1)

Chapter 358: Changes In Rion (Part-1)

His voice was calm; although there was still melancholy in his voice, he seemed to have accepted it. Anyway, he can do nothing about it, and this was the truth, so why bother with such things?

Apollo’s gaze slowly passed over each of them, and though he said nothing more, they felt released, like prisoners whose sentence had been suspended by a merciful emperor.

The oppressive atmosphere lightened, and a breath of wind finally stirred the trees around the Fletcher estate again.

Inside the estate, Old Aragon let out a low whistle. "Well... that’s one way to tell the world you’re back."

Grandpa William smiled, wiping the corner of his eye as he watched from the balcony.

"That’s my grandson."

The ten Void God realm ancestors sighed in relief—deep, shaky breaths that seemed to carry away the weight of invisible mountains. They didn’t dare linger. Without another word, they turned and quietly left the Fletcher Estate, their once-proud figures now humbled by the encounter.

Even after they vanished into the distance, the tension in the air remained—like an echo of the divine pressure still clinging to the land.

Apollo knew more would come from different forces of the eastern continent, so he let the guardians stay outside and take care of it.

He issued a simple command to the Lunar Moon guardians standing behind him.

"You’ll be stationed outside the estate. Make it clear—only those I permit may enter. Anyone else... deal with them accordingly."

The leader of the guardians, a man cloaked in silvery armour, bowed deeply. "Understood, Lord."

With a flash of silver light, the guardians dispersed, moving like shadows and wind—forming an invisible but impregnable defence around the estate. From this moment on, the Fletcher family estate had become a forbidden zone to most of the Eastern Continent.

Back inside, the celebration slowly resumed, though quieter now.

They all were still shaken by the visit from the Void Gods and the display that followed.

But among the Fletcher family, hearts swelled with pride. It was their family’s genius who shocked such powerful beings.

The party continued as they talked, drank and ate all night. The night sky above the Fletcher Estate shimmered with distant starlight, but the real glow came from the festivities below. The once-quiet estate was alive with celebration.

During the night many scouts from various forces from nearby areas or far came to the Fletcher family’s territory, but they were all stopped by the lunar moon guardians.

Some were cautious—setting up formation runes, camouflaging their presence.

Others were bolder—arrogant young elites sent by noble families and regional sects who believed this was simply an opportunity to gather information or perhaps test the waters.

There were also some who didn’t understand the simple words, but sadly they only understand it the hard way.

They didn’t make it five steps before silver beams of divine energy cleaved the forest—silent, beautiful, and deadly.

By the time their bodies hit the ground, they had already lost their lives. The others hiding in the shadows understood.

This territory was untouchable.

Later, when morning came, rumours had already spread through the Eastern Continent.

’The Fletcher Estate is now guarded by the powerful warrior, at least half-gods...’

’A divine ship landed there... It’s him... Genius Apollo, who left the Rion, has returned.’

And with that, a new, unshakeable truth began to take root in the hearts of every power nearby—

Fletcher was no longer a minor family in an ordinary kingdom. It was now sacred ground.

The next day arrived, and many representatives from the various corners of the Kingdom of Rrioweth were already on their way. Even the king also sent an envoy, as Apollo was the genius of their kingdom.

He sent the Ninth Prince as an envoy as they had brief contact with Apollo.

The estate was no longer a secluded household. Soldiers and guards patrolled like a fortress, but the atmosphere was still warm and homely.

Apollo stood alone in the garden, dew glistening on the grass, as a low hum filled the air.

His blue eyes, deep as starlight, scanned the horizon beyond the hedges and white magnolia trees. Each breath he took felt fresh and familiar, yet different.

The dew clung to his boots. The birds sang softly overhead. The garden had grown... just like his family.

He met with his parents and grandpa last night, but sadly his second sister and Master Aaron weren’t here. His master with his mistress was still in the sky tower, and his sister was still training with her master.

But he can wait, as he was going to stay for some time. He knew he was waiting for someone from the Rrioweth kingdom, as he wanted to ask about the major events that happened in the last few years after he left.

They would know more than his parents and grandpa.

Suddenly, the air shimmered above the western horizon. A sleek black floating ship streaked through the sky, bearing the golden insignia of the Royal House of Rrioweth. Behind it were several escort vessels with banners fluttering—clearly a royal envoy.

Apollo tilted his head slightly.

"They’re early."

The royal ship descended gracefully at the edge of the estate, where a specially prepared landing field had been cleared. The banners of Rrioweth unfurled dramatically in the breeze as armoured knights disembarked first, forming two lines.

From within the main vessel, a tall youth emerged.

The Ninth Prince, still dressed impeccably and bearing the natural grace of nobility, stepped forward, but now it didn’t carry the youthfulness. Though he was a prince, his eyes held none of the arrogance most royals wore. Instead, there was awe—and a trace of familiarity.

He seemed to hesitate and then was ready to bow, but Apollo quickly made his move.

"Brother Leon, why bother with such a thing? Come sit and have some tea."

The Ninth Prince—Leon—froze mid-motion, caught between formality and brotherhood. A small smile replaced the stiffness on his face as he straightened up.

"You haven’t changed," he said as he approached.

Apollo chuckled softly, leading him to a stone pavilion nestled beneath a blooming moonshade tree. The air carried a soft floral fragrance as servants brought out a teapot of star-leaf brew and delicate cups of glowing porcelain. The two young men sat, the hum of the estate’s life far in the background.