Chapter 178: Miranda’s Blunder
“Damn, is this simply too much of a coincidence?”
If he had accepted Athena’s offer, wouldn’t he now possess the token?
Leon felt a tinge of regret but also a sense of helplessness. At the time, he had been highly cautious of the hidden races, including Athena’s ancestor, so regretting his decision seemed futile.
“Hah~” Leon sighed softly, leaving Miranda, who sat beside him, somewhat perplexed.
“Master, is something bothering you?” Miranda inquired, her tone tinged with concern as she gently rubbed his face.
Leon offered a slight smile in response and shook his head. “It’s nothing, just a disquieting thought that suddenly crossed my mind.”
Miranda nodded and refrained from further questioning upon seeing that Leon’s expression had reverted to its previous state.
“By the way, Master, I should probably head back soon to quickly investigate the matter of your connection with the Holy Sword of Zenith,” Miranda recalled, rising from her seat.
Leon nodded in agreement, also rising to his feet. “Very well, and thank you, Miranda.”
Miranda smiled, but as she was about to re-enter Leon’s body, her gaze inadvertently fell upon Fiona, Charlotte, and Iris, who were sleeping on the bed, causing her expression to freeze slightly.
“Such cute little girls!” Miranda exclaimed, her purple eyes sparkling as if she had just discovered a treasure.
Observing this, Leon was somewhat surprised but quickly chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest with a proud smile blooming on his lips. “Ahem! They are indeed adorable because they are my daughters.”
Miranda was startled upon hearing this, looking at Leon with an incredulous expression.
“Your daughters? Wow! No wonder they’re so cute, master!” Miranda giggled sincerely, widening the smile on Leon’s lips even further.
“Ahem! You’re embarrassing me, Miranda,” Leon remarked playfully, pretending to cough and rub his nose.
Miranda continued to giggle before her gaze returned to the three little girls.
“Master, may I take a closer look at them?” Miranda inquired.
“Of course, come along.” Leon agreed without hesitation and walked towards the bed, with Miranda following closely behind.
Arriving at the bed, Miranda could finally discern their faces more clearly, which heightened her happiness.
However, as she scrutinized them closely, her previously joyful expression suddenly faltered.
“Hm? Is something wrong, Miranda?” Leon inquired, noticing the change in her demeanor.
Miranda didn’t immediately respond but instead rubbed her eyes, as if trying to comprehend what she was seeing, causing Leon to feel a growing sense of unease.
After a moment of silence, Miranda finally turned to Leon with a serious expression.
“Master, there’s something unusual about your three daughters,” Miranda stated, leaving Leon dumbfounded.
If anyone else had spoken those words to him, he would have swiftly unsheathed his sword. However, coming from Miranda, they rendered him motionless, unsure how to react.
Sensing Leon’s reaction, Miranda swiftly recognized her misstep and hastened to clarify.
“Um, I didn’t intend to offend you, Master, but there’s something highly unusual about your three daughters.”
As Leon absorbed Miranda’s words, he let out a small sigh of understanding.
Turning his gaze towards his three sleeping daughters, he looked back at Miranda and asked hesitantly, “So what did you find in them?”
Throughout the time he spent with his daughters, he had not noticed anything unusual.
Even after he regained his power, nothing seemed out of place.
So, what unusual thing was Miranda referring to?
Miranda gazed at the three little girls with a contemplative expression before finally explaining, “Within them, I sensed a fluctuation of holy power, Master.”
As Leon processed her words, disbelief flickered across his face, his eyes widening in astonishment.
Holy power, the foundation of a hero’s strength, was considered the most potent power in the world.
However, it was commonly understood that this power couldn’t be inherited, even by the descendants of heroes themselves.
This was a fundamental concept known to all within the Empire and the Holy Orthodoxy.
Right now, Miranda was claiming that there was a fluctuation of holy power within his three daughters, a statement that was difficult for him to believe.
“Miranda, are you certain about your statement? You should know that holy power cannot be inherited, right?” Leon inquired, his tone filled with doubt.
Caught in a dilemma after hearing Leon’s words, Miranda looked uncertainly at the three little girls on the bed.
‘Could it just be my imagination?’ Miranda wondered silently.
To be sure, once again, Miranda closed her eyes for a moment before finally reopening them.
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, a faint glimmer filled Miranda’s purple eyes as she scrutinized the three little girls once more.
Beside her, Leon maintained silence, doubt evident in his expression as he waited.
Gradually, the purple light in Miranda’s eyes faded, leaving her troubled expression directed towards Leon.
“Sorry, Master. It seems I was mistaken. There is indeed no holy power in their bodies,” Miranda said, bowing her head with a guilty expression.
Leon let out a small sigh and smiled gently as he rubbed her head.
“It’s okay; I’m not angry with you,” Leon whispered softly, showing no trace of anger.
Despite his initial doubts, he was certain that his three daughters couldn’t possess the hero’s holy power.
With just three holy weapons in the world, and considering he was one of the heroes of this era who were still alive, the idea seemed implausible.
Miranda felt somewhat relieved upon hearing his words.
“In that case, Master, I would like to take my leave to investigate your connection with the Holy Sword of Zenith,” Miranda said, her enthusiastic smile returning to her beautiful face.
“Very well, and thank you, Miranda,” Leon replied softly.
Miranda gave a small nod before transforming into a purple light that swiftly flew into Leon’s forehead.
As she departed, Leon let out a small sigh and turned his affectionate gaze towards his three daughters.
“Holy power, huh?” Leon whispered, chuckling and shaking his head.
The thought of his three little daughters wielding holy weapons made him laugh involuntarily.
“Well, although it seems interesting, it’s impossible, isn’t it?” Leon chuckled again.
*Knock!*
“Your Majesty Leon, I apologize for the interruption. Her Majesty the Demon Emperor is waiting for you in the garden and has requested your presence.”
The abrupt knocking, accompanied by Lyra’s indifferent voice from behind the door, startled Leon slightly.
“Well, thank you, Lyra,” Leon replied in a slightly raised voice.
“You’re welcome, Your Majesty Leon,” Lyra’s voice responded before fading away.
Leon turned his gaze toward his three daughters again, kissing each of them on the cheek before finally walking towards the door and leaving the room.
Unbeknownst to Leon, after he left his bedroom, several streaks of white light suddenly materialized in the spot where he had been standing.
The light gradually faded, revealing the figure of a white-haired, middle-aged man with a white blindfold covering both eyes.
He observed Leon’s departure direction before turning his attention to Fiona, Charlotte, and Iris, who were still sleeping peacefully, a gentle smile spreading across his lips.
“Tsk! She almost caught it,” the middle-aged man whispered in a slightly playful tone.
Carefully gazing at the three, his expression softened, a happy smile blooming on his lips as he spoke, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the three of you this time because it’s my promise…”
*Whoosh!*
Suddenly, the middle-aged man’s body transformed into light before ultimately vanishing from the spot.
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