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Chapter 857: Chapter 234: Favna and Helquinn’s Child Chapter 857: Chapter 234: Favna and Helquinn’s Child When Aiwass caught a glimpse of Cardinal Favna, he instantly fell silent and did not respond to Siegfried.

Siegfried too seemed to realize something and equally cut off the topic.

At that moment, Favna’s deep and slightly husky voice also rose: “There’s no need to purposely avoid discussing it behind my back…

I have no qualms about it.”

Saying this, she glanced at Siegfried.

The black hair of Cardinal Favna covered one eye, making the scarlet of her other eye appear even more captivating.

“Because Helquinn’s death is not a shame.

I take pride in it.”

She spoke, looking at Aiwass with a complex gaze, “You should…

know that, Aiwass.”

“Ah…

of course.”

Aiwass nodded slightly.

Indeed, he had a very profound memory of Helquinn.

At this time, Aiwass suddenly noticed another child behind Favna.

He looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, even younger than David…

and Helquinn had died at least four hundred years ago.

But with just one look, Aiwass recognized him—this was Helquinn’s child.

Because the child had the same magnificent golden short hair as Helquinn, and one of his eyes held the signature turquoise glint of blue-green.

His hair was quite soft and silky, unusually delicate, inherited from the appearance of both Helquinn and Favna, ranking at the very top in terms of looks among all the people Aiwass knew.

If it weren’t for his wearing cleric’s clothes for males rather than a nun’s garb, Aiwass might have mistaken him for a cute little girl.

And there were clear traces of the Dragon Clan on him—his other eye was a dark golden dragon’s pupil; and from his neck to behind his ears, there were fine and smooth black scales.

It seemed the child did not want to show this to others, so he had wrapped them all in a soft white scarf like clouds—but Aiwass had good eyesight and could still see while sitting in his chair.

…However, the child was after all a descendant of Elves and Dragons.

Young and naive, but he was not short in stature.

Standing there, he appeared to be almost as tall as Aiwass who was seated, with a body that was strong and not skinny.

If he were to don armor, he could immediately become a fine warrior.

But what was amazing was, although the child was a Half-Elf, the length of his ears had not shortened.

His ears were still the longest Aiwass had seen, about the same as the Pure White Saintess and Helquinn.

He was hiding behind his mother, looking at Aiwass cautiously.

His eyes went wide the moment he saw Aiwass and Lily, two rare humans.

There was a very clear and strong sense of affinity in his gaze, yet on the other hand, he was hiding behind Cardinal Favna, silent.

Aiwass smiled gently at the child, his voice softening.

“That was indeed an incredible man…

your father, he was a hero.”

“Hero…”

Finally, the child spoke, whispering softly.

It was a voice clear and immature, yet to mature into adulthood, indistinguishable between male and female.

That voice sounded timid, even with a slight tremble.

Even though his parents were amongst the strongest in the world, and the longevity bloodlines of both the Elves and the Dragons put time on his side, the child still looked very timid and hesitant.

“Rhine.”

Favna’s voice was husky and indifferent.

She patted the little boy’s head gently, making him stagger almost falling to the ground: “Say hello to Cardinal Aiwass.

“It is he who reclaimed the warrior’s legacy for your father—making it possible for you to become a warrior in the future.”

“…Cardinal Aiwass, may the Candle Master protect you…”

The voice of the little boy called Rhine sounded even more wavering.

Isabel frowned slightly.

She felt something was off—why was this child so timid?

She gave Aiwass a look, and Aiwass understood her meaning.

“Come, Rhine.”

Aiwass smiled, patting his hands toward the little boy, beckoning him over.

He had just noticed that Rhine had been curiously staring at him.

Rhine glanced back at Cardinal Favna involuntarily.

Seeing Cardinal Favna nod slightly, Rhine then carefully and slowly walked over.

His steps were as if Aiwass might jump up and bite him at any moment.

Aiwass patted his head, then asked Cardinal Favna casually: “Cardinal Favna, shouldn’t you be on the left?”

Cardinal Favna’s contract partner was Candle Master, which should be the third statue from the left.

“All of us from the Dragon Clan are Scales and Feathers Descendants,” Favna spoke calmly in a low voice, “For such a significant matter, I must bring Rhine to pay homage to the Lord of Scalefeather.”

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Because the Dragons inherited the bloodline of the “Lord of Scalefeather,” the God of Stolen Scales and Feathers, they can transform into any race at will, taking on myriad forms.

“Rhine, you should pray too.”

Cardinal Favna said so.

After that, she walked in front of the Lord of Scalefeather, closed her eyes slightly, and prayed in a low voice.

“Yes, Mother…”

Rhine, who was startled by Aiwass petting his head with squinted eyes, immediately stood up straight and said.

Aiwass clearly felt a subconscious tremor from the little boy beneath his hand and raised his eyebrows to ask Cardinal Favna, “The child seems…

a bit afraid of you, doesn’t he?”

“His courage is still lacking.”

After finishing her prayer, Cardinal Favna nodded, turned her head, and spoke sternly, “He still needs training.”

“…May I ask?”

Siegfried, who was beside them, couldn’t help but ask, “How do you usually train Little Rhine?”

“Of course, I train him to the standards of a warrior.

Swordsmanship, riding, combat skills, spells, divine arts, alchemy, ritual, and curses, including the breath, flight, and combat as a Dragon – all personally taught by me.

Each weekend I take him on adventures inside the ruins.@@novelbin@@

“The Path of Strength has crumbled, and the Dragon Knight legacy has vanished.

At the very least, he has to learn how to fight as a Dragon.

There will always be ‘dragon-slaying heroes’ seeking overnight fame.

Even if they’ve done nothing wrong, one needs to be prepared to be targeted.

Cardinal Favna said this with a softened tone, “However, fortunately, the way of the ‘warrior’ has returned…

The training in spells and alchemy can be slowed a bit.

After all, for a warrior, mana is too precious and singular.

It doesn’t support them in performing complex spells.”

“…It sounds exhausting.”

Isabel said softly.

She could very much empathize—as a “Prodigy,” her daily life was often the same during training.

However, Aiwass noticed something, “Cardinal Favna, do you only teach him about fighting?”

“Of course not.”

Cardinal Favna shook her head slightly, “The ascent of the Longevity Species’ path is always very slow, unlike the intense and pure emotions of the Short-Lived Species.

Extraordinary power can’t be rushed…

so I can only lay the foundation for him first.

“Besides Extraordinary power, nearly three thousand years of history and writing must also be learned.

Wine-making, playing chess, various metallurgical crafts—all part of Dragon heritage, not to mention those secretive knowledges.

“There’s so much to learn—really not enough time.”

“…When did you start teaching him?”

Aiwass asked further.

“Three hundred years ago, naturally.”

Cardinal Favna glanced at Rhine, who trembled again under Aiwass’ hands, and answered, “I still followed the customs of the Elves, letting him have a hundred-year childhood.

“It’s just…

perhaps because of his mixed Dragon blood, his mentality is too young.

At his age, he would be considered an adult among Elves.

He’s not much younger than Grey, yet look at him—I don’t think it’s quite proper.

“When I was four hundred years old, I was already fighting the Phantom Demons in the deep sea with Helquinn.

At that time, I was just at the Fourth Level, and he was a mere Third Level rookie.

“And Rhine can’t even withstand pain—how is he to become a warrior?”

“I will…”

Rhine hastily blurted out, “No, I mean, I don’t feel pain anymore…”

“…My feeling is,” Siegfried stroked his chin, “aren’t you being too harsh on him?

I’ve never beaten my children.”

“We Dragons are different from you Elves.”

Cardinal Favna shook her head slightly, her expression cold, her one-eyed visage looking icy and gloomy.

But it appears she was not in a bad mood…

it’s just that she was born with such a daunting scowl.

Because she continued to explain calmly, “Dragons are children of adaptation, born with the power of adaptation flowing through our veins.

It is for this reason that we can take on various forms—Rhine’s transformation has flaws because his power of adaptation is still lacking.”

While they were chatting, Aiwass stretched out his hand and pulled Rhine, who was somewhat frightfully distancing himself, back.

He only felt a moment of resistance—Rhine’s strength seemed quite formidable, so much so that Aiwass couldn’t pull him back at first.

But as soon as Rhine realized that Aiwass was grabbing him, as if worried that he might hurt Aiwass, he immediately relaxed his body, allowing Aiwass to easily pull him back.

This child…

has a pretty gentle nature.

Thus, Aiwass asked casually, “Then how can one improve the power of adaptation?”

“Take hits.”

Cardinal Favna said seriously.

“Eh?”

Isabel was taken aback.

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