Chapter 87: Lovigary Family 2
"You were spying on the Primordial Chaos Sect?" Mabel asked, realization dawning on her. She stared at her brother, piecing together his recent actions. The fact that she hadn't sensed him before, and now couldn't even perceive his future, sent a shiver down her spine. This could only mean one thing: Adams had plans to use Francis in the future.
Francis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Spying is such a strong word, sister. Let's just say I was... gathering information."
Mabel sighed, frustration and concern mixing in her gaze. "Just... be careful. Adams doesn't play by anyone's rules but his own."
Francis nodded, his eyes reflecting a silent promise. "I know, Mabel. I'll be careful."
"Mabel, I see that you are different from before, more powerful. Compared to me, I am an ant in your presence. How's that?" Griffith said, shifting the subject entirely.
Mabel took one last glance at her brother before turning back to her father. "Well, that's one of the reasons I wanted to come see you," she said, her expression serious. "I want you to abdicate your throne and let the Lovigary Clan join the Primordial Chaos Sect under Adams.
I assure you that reaching the True Immortal Realm would be child's play for you, and even higher realms would be within your grasp."
Francis, still present, frowned at his sister's words but remained silent. He knew that what Mabel said was true. He had seen firsthand the kind of monstrosities that filled the Primordial Chaos Sect, especially the little elf boy named Elamenor.
Griffith frowned deeply and shook his head, his eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and determination. "To be honest, Mabel, you are the last person I expected to hear this from," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "You know I can't just abdicate the throne our ancestors built. Abdicating the throne of Lovigary is easier said than done. This throne is my life, my heritage.
Discarding it for power is something that would haunt me for the rest of my life." His expression was resolute, his gaze unwavering.
Mabel sighed, her heart heavy. She had anticipated her father's response but hoped he might understand the gravity of the situation. She knew that with everything poised to happen in the near future, the Lovigary Empire was doomed to fall, and the Imperial Family would go with it.
She also knew that she could prevent that fate with a snap of her fingers, but doing so would trigger a chain reaction of greater events that would become a nuisance in the future.
She looked at her father, her expression softening with a mix of frustration and compassion. "Father, I understand your attachment to the throne, but the future holds dangers that could destroy everything we've built. I can save our family, but I can't save everyone. The people of Lovigary, driven by their own greed and ambition, will only bring us more trouble. We need to think of our survival."
Griffith looked at his daughter and simply smiled. "So, you can now see the future clearly. That's wonderful. But if the Lovigary Empire is doomed to fall, then I will fall with it," he said with a sad smile.
"And who told you that you could do that?" A sweet voice, soothing to the soul, filled the hall. The trio turned to see a woman with blonde hair and green eyes, resembling Mabel, standing at the door.
"I didn't leave the throne for you so that you could go kill yourself, brat," said another man who appeared behind the woman, his black hair and eyes matching Griffith's as he glared at his son.
"Grandma, Grandpa," both Francis and Mabel said simultaneously, bowing to the two newly arrived elders.
"Father, Mother..." Griffith began, but his mother interrupted him.
"Griffith, my dear boy," she said, her voice firm but gentle, "I know you want to be king to the very end, but sometimes it is best to give up."
"Times are changing. The Divine Plane is about to face a greater danger than what we have ever faced, and if little Mabel here, with her ability to see the future, says that the Lovigary Empire is doomed to fall, then I believe it. Even if you die, it will still fall. And what about your family? Do you think they are going to like being abandoned?
You have to remember, their mother did the same to them when they were young. You dying a fruitless death would scar them for the rest of their lives. Sometimes, it is better to be selfish for a moment. Why do you think I was the youngest emperor to pass the throne to the next generation?" Gerard, Griffith's father and the former emperor of the Lovigary Empire, said with a smile at the last part.
Griffith's expression softened as he looked at his parents. The weight of their words sunk in, the resolve in his eyes wavering. Mabel watched her father closely, her heart aching for him but knowing this was necessary.
"You're right, Father," Griffith said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't want to leave my family to suffer. I need to protect them, even if it means giving up the throne."
Gerard nodded approvingly, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "That's the spirit, Griffith. We'll find a way to secure our family's future together."
Mabel felt a wave of relief wash over her. The Lovigary Empire might still face challenges, but at least her family would be safe.
Elsewhere
Boom, Clash, Clash, Clash.
"You are good, I will admit that," Hera said, her hair dancing wildly in the wind, her eyes ablaze with fury. "But if you think you can take out two Commandments by yourself, you're in for a big surprise."
John chuckled, his serpentine gaze fixed on them. "You still haven't realized it yet, have you? If I were you, I'd be running for my dear life." His aura shifted, becoming more intense and overwhelming.
Gael's eyes widened in shock. "No, this can't be. He shouldn't have this kind of power in a lower realm like this."
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