Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 855: Section 567: In Dreams (Part 2)

Chapter 855: Section 567: In Dreams (Part 2)

Faye wanted to cry, but her current shell could not shed tears, and she did not know how to save Malin, to save the person she loved most.

But the last shadow on the child’s face had dissipated, he looked at Faye, finally revealing a smile: "You’re real, you said that name, but just like everyone in my family who had the fortune to meet you, none could ever hear that name from your mouths."

Yes, the sisters all said the same, child, from which era do you come?

Faye finally gathered her spirits. Never mind, the children cannot hear that name. She, as their old grandmother, would surely endeavor to bring that name back into their memories.

"New Era 2077, I’m the youngest of the family, with four elder brothers and two elder sisters... I’m sorry, great-great-grandmother, we’re no longer royalty. Two centuries ago, my great-great-grandfather reached a glorious reconciliation with the council at that time, handing over power to the people and the council, with the eastern district of Carterburg kept as our family’s land."

The child seemed somewhat embarrassed as he said this.

Faye knew what he was thinking and naturally began to console the child.

I don’t blame you, child, tell your family that I don’t blame you for your choice. Your pinnacle had discussed this situation with me. In our time, the survival of civilization was more noble than anything else. Our Mowish royal crown was also inherited from the previous dynasty, so, I don’t blame you; as long as there was no bloodshed, all this is commendable.

Faye heard from Malin about all that might happen in the future, and she could understand that once Chaos stopped invading, mankind’s adversaries shifted from Chaos to humans themselves. All the conflicts and disagreements that could be overwhelmed by Chaos would emerge. Hence, in the news brought by the sisters’ children, the Western Human World had fought two great wars, the South and the North clashed violently over ideologies, even resulting in a devastated no-man’s land in the central region.

All this seemed incomprehensible to Faye.

So when she heard that her family ultimately stepped down from the throne without bloodshed, she was actually very happy.

"But... the great-great-grandfather was distressed over this, feeling he failed to protect the Mowish family’s rule over Sydney, but he was also deeply moved by the Northerners’ impartiality towards all, and he never forgave himself until the end..." Malinheim said and sighed as he looked at Faye: "I can understand my great-great-grandfather’s thoughts. Now, when I read history books, I also can’t understand the Northerners at that time; they hardly seem like real living people."

Now what?

Faye’s mood improved, for she knew the answer, but she had no intention to mock everything—heh, two centuries have passed, and how many ideals and ideologies have changed? The Northerners united time and again to liberate the world from those who oppressed all beings, but what after time’s passage?

Malin said it well, the world of humans is governed by three terms: peace, revolution, and war, dominating human history.

"They started to resemble a person." The child shrugged, showing a smile that Faye reciprocated with understanding.

That’s good, child. Such is human history. Your pinnacle, my beloved, once said that human history is composed of three words: peace, revolution, and war. Isn’t it very vivid?

"Yes, great-great-grandmother... Thank you for appearing before me today. Although I am powerless, even drinking a potion, it’s only because it was distributed by the school..." As he said this, the child began to cry again. Faye remained silent, listening to his sobbing complaints about being looked down upon at the academy when she asked a question.

Child, what do you think, is power?

"Power?" The child looked up, seemingly puzzled by the question, but quickly gave an answer: "Power can prevent me from being bullied."

Is that so?

Faye felt some regret because she and her sisters had agreed that they should not bestow power to those of weak will, such descendants would only bring shame upon their family.

"And then..." a small voice continued.

Faye lowered her head to look at the child before her.

Under her gaze, Malinheim’s choking sobs gradually ceased, he raised his head to meet Faye’s eyes.

"Then, I would use my power to help all those who have been discriminated against and bullied just like me," the child said with an assertive tone.

Faye smiled. Spiritual Energy ignited in an instant—she heard the child’s heartfelt words, and at this moment, Spiritual Energy was baptizing this soulless body. After the Purification by the Spiritual Energy, the pure white Skeleton Lich was born from the flames. She extended her phalanges and tapped his forehead.

This is the power I grant you, my child. Go forth, remember the vows you’ve made before me today.

The next second, Faye opened her eyes; the living room had completely darkened. She touched her abdomen, and finally, Mrs. Malin smiled happily.

.........

Malin heard from Clovis that Faye had met her descendant, and all this happened three days later.

It was said that the child’s name was Malinheim, a child with very distinct features of the Malin lineage, yet harboring grand ideals. Faye had ignited the Psychic Flame for him.

Faye should be able to have a good sleep, but Malin felt he was truly on the verge of breaking down—he had been sitting here looking at ledgers for three days. The workshop was supposed to be managed by the stewards, and Faye and the others would take care of everything, but with the girls having children, it had been neglected for over half a year.

Malin felt something was off on the first day—The old stewards brought out an entire room of ledgers, telling Malin this was just one month’s worth.

In other words, this full room of items, there were about five more rooms like it.

Even though Malin said he trusted the steward’s group, the old stewards still forced Malin to read.

If not for you four old things being nearly 320 years old combined, would you believe I’d hammer you to death! Malin internally roared, then obediently sat at the desk faced with the hopeless situation. After looking through three more books, Malin asked himself—Should I recruit a group of youngsters from God of Commerce, to start doing the accounting?

The feeling that this thing could be useful in the future, doing things for one’s own industry isn’t bad, is it?

Hmm, that settles it, once things here are settled, Malin was determined to establish an accounting firm, regarding who to arrange to take over... Jessica should be viable.

After all, being a big bad wolf, seems quite suitable for this accounting firm.