Super Righteous Player
Chapter 517 - 58 Ivan Rime_1

Chapter 517: Chapter 58 Ivan Rime_1

Considering Annan didn’t have much time,

Dmitry didn’t waste much time and directly had someone prepare a fully concealed cloak for Annan before dragging him into the subway.

The transportation in the Winter Principality was clearly much more convenient than in the Kingdom of Noah.

Annan had not traveled more than a kilometer from his home before he came across a subway station entrance.

Approximately two hours later, they arrived in Frost Speech province. After changing vehicles once more, Annan followed Dmitry to the entrance of the Grand Duke’s residence.

"...That was too quick."

Annan remarked.

So fast.

Faster than a Salamander (strike through) it was practically like taking a high-speed train on a business trip.

Dmitry asked in return, "Is it bad to be quick?"

"That’s not it."

Annan shook his head and asked softly from behind Dmitry, "What about the wolf man?"

"...Though I’m not really in any position to advise you, it would be best not to get too close to a wolf man."

Dmitry took a deep breath, and the words filled with loathing spilled from his mouth.

He didn’t turn back but continued to walk in front of Annan.

The information contained in these words was substantial.

Annan raised an eyebrow and replied unabashedly, "So, Dmitry. What exactly happened in the past? This is the second time now.

"As you know, I’ve forgotten all about my past.

"If you truly want me to be wary of the wolf man, then you should make things clear. Speaking so vaguely will only stir up my senseless curiosity... Or is it that you actually want me to dig deeper into this matter?"

After being reproached by Annan, albeit not harshly, the elder brother didn’t get angry.

His expression turned strangely solemn as he fell silent for a while.

Just as Annan was wondering if he had been too disrespectful, Dmitry let out a soft sigh and said nostalgically, "Just like you, Annan.

"It’s precisely your style to speak directly to the heart of the issue without shying away—

"It’s only after you’ve scolded me that I can feel the sense of security that ’I haven’t done anything wrong now.’ When you were speaking to me so politely before, it felt like there was an added layer of distance between us. Now it seems, nothing has changed.

"—The feeling is back."

Annan: ?

...Wait, brother.

Isn’t there something wrong with you?

Is this the legendary ’uncomfortable if not scolded-ski’?

—Annan is shocked.

And by the sound of Dmitry’s words.

Could it be that in the first life cycle, Annan used to scold him all the time?

Who exactly is the older brother here?

"If Dmitry doesn’t want to tell you, he naturally has his reasons."

At that moment, the voice of a somewhat frail but still steady middle-aged man came from not far ahead.

Annan lifted his head to look over.

The middle-aged man had grey-white short hair combed back. Faint traces of black could still be seen among the thinning but relatively dense strands of hair.

He had a matching gray-white beard, his eyebrows had turned gray-white as well, and his pale skin bore the slightly sunken purplish traces of veins—a testament to his chronic illness and physical frailty. The wrinkles on his forehead were light, but the lines around his mouth were deep.

His back was a little hunched, and he wasn’t as tall as Dmitry. He was now leaning on a deep blue scepter with three supporting handles at the bottom, which resembled the kind of metal stand used in hospitals for hanging IV bags.

Annan instinctively lifted his head to meet his gaze.

Those ice-blue pupils looked identical to Annan’s and Dmitry’s.

But they seemed to be clearer. They were more akin to the infinitely calm ice lake than to Dmitry’s emotionless gaze.

And beneath the ice... lay an endless ice storm.

"...Father."

Annan spoke softly.

His voice was somewhat hoarse for some reason, but his tone did not have the slightest hesitation.

Even though his memory had completely dissipated, erased clean.

But it seemed that something else... still remained in his bloodline, in his instincts.

He couldn’t even imagine what his current expression looked like, how distorted it must be.

Dmitry, standing by, nodded his head with a very bland expression, slightly bowed to show respect, "Father."

Without a doubt.

This man, who looked to be only in his thirties or forties yet had hair, eyebrows, and beard that were already mottled with white... was none other than Grand Duke Ivan Winter.

Compared to a young Henry VIII, one could indeed see the traces of time on Ivan.

"It’s good that you’re back."

Ivan glanced at Annan and repeated steadily, "It’s good that you’re back."

His youngest son had finally returned to the family, but there was no trace of joy on his face. There was no tender smile, nor tears of emotion, only a fixed gaze at Annan, as if he wanted to engrave his current appearance into memory.

It wasn’t because of a lack of affection between them.

——Rather, it was because the Winter family was severely cursed by the Heart of Winter, devoid of the emotion "joy."

The Winter family’s kinship, the love born within the Winter bloodline, transcended joy and delight, a pure sense of identity.

"Come inside, Annan."

Ivan answered calmly, his lips curling slightly upward, straining to form a smile.

This was already a very restored smile.

But Annan could still clearly see that it was just an act.

——It was the gentle expression shown by someone heartless, merely to comfort others.

Like a light lit by a blind man in the dark.

Annan took a deep breath and followed Ivan into the room.

Ivan, whose skin still looked decent, had difficulty walking.

He leaned on a cane with silver, black, and deep blue colors, moving slowly into the room. Annan glanced at Dmitry, who showed no intention of assisting Ivan, so he simply followed behind Grand Duke Ivan, slowly walking into the room.

The Duke’s room was also much simpler compared to Henry VIII’s.

There were no gold or silver jewels decorating it, just four or five paintings that one could tell were made by deities hanging in the room. One bookshelf was filled with mystical books, a sofa with a low long table, and a taller desk with signed documents on it.

Beyond that, there was just a double bed with only a pillow on it. And above the head of the bed hung the portraits of two women.

...The one on the left seemed to be a relatively ordinary, gentle-tempered black-haired girl.

She had long black hair, braided into plaits draped in front of her shoulders — just like the hairstyle Dmitry had at the age of eight, which Annan saw in "Nightmare: Wolf’s Kiss."

One could vaguely see some resemblance to Dmitry.

...This might well be Dmitry’s mother.

To the right in the portrait was a silver-haired girl who looked exactly like Maria and Annan — her demeanor was chilly, but her face had no scales, and she looked to be just over twenty years old.

They seemed to be ordinary people.

At least they were not of the Winter bloodline.

"Bubble fruit tea. Your favorite drink."

Ivan opened the lid for Annan, speaking in a low voice.

Annan saw many fruit slices floating in sparkling water, the slices still bearing faint traces of frost.

He curiously sat down in the chair and took a sip.

...The taste was actually really good?

It was like a milk tea shop’s chilled fruit-flavored sparkling water.

"Dmitry doesn’t want to go into too much detail with you... because he himself is the most direct victim."

Ivan, seated on the sofa, glanced at Dmitry who stood ramrod straight beside him, and turned his head to explain to Annan, who was sitting in the chair drinking his beverage:

"It was that time you and your brother gambled with the corrupted husband.

"——Dmitry was betrayed by a werewolf named Bella."

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