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Chapter 753: Chapter 137 Albert’s Story Chapter 753: Chapter 137 Albert’s Story Aiwass watched closely as Prince Albert returned to his original form, releasing his illusion.

At first, he was worried about the public opinion he had formed, but he quickly realized that Prince Albert didn’t seem to care about those things.

Perhaps because he was a bard skilled in deception, he could distinguish between truth and lies; or perhaps he really didn’t care about those things, or was indifferent toward Isabel.

Originally, Aiwass had a favorable impression of the identity “Yunus.” After all, during the game, he staunchly protected the protagonist group, with both humor and hilarity,

The more Aiwass talked, the more he felt angry—not anger towards the person that was Albert, but anger that Isabel still remembered him.

She was actually willing to give Prince Albert an opportunity to return.

If it were Aiwass, he wouldn’t even give that chance.

—Although now Aiwass suspected that Professor Moriarty had grand schemes, using himself, Yulia, and his older brother as pawns in a greater plan, possibly being the hidden murderer of his own biological parents.

He even suspected that he might be related to enemies like the Serpent Celestial Marshal, who harbored thoughts about Aiwass…

Yet, even so, Aiwass still held respect for his foster father.

No matter what, he did raise him—not only that, but delayed the emergence of the Defiant Flame Butterfly from within Yulia, without which Aiwass wouldn’t have had any chance to save Yulia.@@novelbin@@

He would remember what Aiwass liked to eat, and when Aiwass was infected by the power of Path and frantically studying the Path of Transcendence, even allowing Aiwass to stay home for two months without going to school.

When Aiwass was offered as a sacrifice to the Shadow Demon and lost his vitality, he would call upon the highest Priest from Avalon—Bishop Mathers to heal Aiwass, teaching him Divine Arts.

Even if he was now deeply mired in the professor’s conspiracy, Aiwass firmly believed—that in the role of a father, the professor was much better than Prince Albert.

—In a sense, when Aiwass first met Isabel, the reason she was vulnerable, frightened, lacking in self-confidence, was related to why Prince Albert ran away from Glass Island and never returned.

Even—Aiwass once suspected that Isabel’s attachment and trust in him was because she placed him in the position of a “father.”

Because Aiwass was the first man to protect her, guide her, educate her, love her.

He was also steady, clever, handsome, reliable, with mature life experience, deserving of trust and commitment.

—And all of these, were things her father was supposed to do.

From this point of view, the inexplicable anger Aiwass felt towards Prince Albert was more like an accountability from a father…

like a foster father holding the irresponsible biological father responsible.

“…I will go back.”

Prince Albert took a deep breath and said softly, “I will go back for sure.”

“Unlike Sherlock—he came to help you solve problems, but I am here to inform you about this.”

Aiwass’s tone also softened somewhat.

He raised his glass and clinked it with Prince Albert.

At the same time, Aiwass warned, “It’s not that I have forgiven you…

it’s because I have no standing to blame you.

Forgiveness or not, that’s up to Isabel to decide.

Even if I can’t understand, or as an individual do not agree with her mercy, I will respect her personal wishes.

“—But as a man, I despise you.

His Royal Highness the Prince…or should I say, father.”

Upon hearing the term “father,” Prince Albert shuddered.

He exhibited a clear discomfort—clearly not accustomed to being addressed this way.

He looked at Aiwass, opened his mouth, and eventually closed it like a dead fish.

Generally speaking, as a son-in-law directly approached for a private chat by his father-in-law, it’s impossible to be as bold as Aiwass…

especially under circumstances where too much had happened before marriage.

Yet Prince Albert didn’t even dare to ask Aiwass about Isabel’s current situation.

Their positions were completely reversed.

He clinked glasses with Aiwass again, then downed his drink in one gulp.

“…Would you like to, hear my story?” Prince Albert said softly.

“I’m not here for psychological therapy.”

Aiwass nodded, “But I do want to know more.

“I await your attempt to convince me, father.”

“…I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

Prince Albert said with a wry smile, “It’s not a very convincing story, one that can gain people’s approval.

“At that time, I had no particular convictions, nor anything I wanted to do.

Rather, the matter of marriage wasn’t even in my considerations…”

He pursed his lips, replying, “Because I actually didn’t want to marry Innie.”

Aiwass knew, Inielis—that was the name of Isabel’s mother.

“I know she was beautiful and noble…

Despite being a Half-Elf, it’s said her mother was quite the figure in the Holy Nation, with a fairly pure bloodline.

She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

But…

she was too old.

“Although she appeared to be just over thirty, it was said she was already two hundred years old—her age was half that of Avalon.

“At that time, I was just a teenager, she was my Elvish Language tutor, and my tutor for musical instruments and painting.

We would go horseback riding together, play polo, she even taught me how to play the harp.

Her personality was so composed, she knew so many secrets.

At that time, I viewed her as an idol…