Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1525 Isabella's Suspicion!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Isabella halted for a short instant, gradually lifting her eyes to meet his, squinting them faintly while scrutinizing his face. She failed to grasp right away the reason behind his query, particularly as it touched on something as crucial as the Imperial Bloodline.
Yet, following a brief reflection, she resolved to reply with honesty. "Deep within the Black Dragon Clan, there is a dragon heart," she stated evenly. "Those deemed potential candidates, such as myself, get brought there. We're compelled to lay hands on that heart."
She stopped for a moment before going on, her tone remaining firm. "Should our heart echo with the dragon heart, that's known as resonating with the Imperial Bloodline. With that resonance achieved, the bloodline starts awakening bit by bit inside our body."
Max paid close attention to her words, his face growing steadily graver. He hadn't foreseen such a straightforward and deep method. The notion of a dragon heart sparking that kind of change made clear to him that the Imperial Bloodline wasn't easily gained or fathomed. It bound tightly to the Black Dragon Clan's core essence.
"Now that I'm the Saint, do you believe they'll take me there too to check for resonance with the Imperial Bloodline?" Max inquired, fixing his eyes on Isabella, his voice even but tinged with subtle curiosity she couldn't miss.
His words had barely escaped when Isabella's look shifted. Without a second's delay, she shook her head decisively, her reply brimming with total assurance. "That's impossible," she declared.
Max's brow creased a touch at her swift denial. "Why such certainty?" he pressed, his stare intensifying as he sought the basis for her conviction.
Isabella set her chopsticks aside deliberately before elaborating, her tone grave and composed. "It doesn't function as you imagine," she explained. "The Imperial Bloodline can't dwell in more than one person simultaneously. Only a single inheritor exists at any time."
She halted momentarily, letting her statement sink in prior to proceeding. "Your inheritance would demand my death. The bloodline's source reverts to the clan's deep dragon heart solely upon the current holder's demise. That's when another can try resonating with it."
Her gaze stayed locked on Max throughout, her voice resolute. "While I live, the resonance is mine alone. Even should you visit and contact the dragon heart, no effect would occur. No reaction, no resonance, no awakening of the Imperial Bloodline."
Max absorbed her account quietly, his countenance deepening in gravity with each phrase. The constraints proved far tighter than anticipated. He'd assumed Saint status might open that door, yet now saw the complexity.
"I see," Max uttered deliberately, nodding while his eyes tightened in contemplation.
His thoughts raced swiftly, digesting Isabella's revelation. If accurate, pursuing the Imperial Bloodline demanded dire repercussions. The rule stood stark and unyielding.
A soft sigh slipped from him as an idea emerged.
'Damn, this complicates everything tremendously.'
For the first occasion post-question, Max reclined a bit, his eyes dropping as he sank into profound reflection, pondering alternative paths past this barrier.
"I figured the Saint role would also bestow the Imperial Bloodline," Max remarked with a light sigh, his voice hinting disappointment as he eased back in his chair.
Isabella eyed him with squinted gaze, her features altering faintly as curiosity flickered in. "With your power already outstripping a possessor's, why crave the Imperial Bloodline so?" she queried calmly, suspicion threading her words.
In her view, Max's pursuit lacked logic. His prowess, from all she'd seen, defied norms for his stage, vastly superior. No sensible motive drove his fixation on the Imperial Bloodline.
Max merely shrugged dismissively, as if trivial. "Not a big deal," he answered offhandedly. "I possess only progenitor bloodline, and gaining Black Dragon Clan Saint title made me hope for Imperial Bloodline too. Seems the title fell short of expectations."
Silence briefly enveloped them.
Suddenly, Isabella emitted a curt, icy chuckle, her lips twisting into a subtle smirk. "A progenitor bloodline, you say?" Her tone dripped skepticism.
Max's forehead furrowed at her response. "What's that imply?" he shot back, edge sharpening his voice.
Isabella inched forward, her eyes pinning his with unyielding force. "Fool others if you must, Max," she articulated deliberately, volume dropping like unveiling a secret. "Progenitor bloodline's aura may trick the masses, but not me, bearer of the Imperial Bloodline."
Her stare sharpened further, words gaining heft progressively. "Since detecting your bloodline, unease stirred. My bloodline responded unprecedentedly—not mere suppression or dominance, but fear."
She lingered on that term. "Your bloodline's essence kept my Imperial Bloodline quaking."
Max kept outward composure, though his eyes narrowed minutely.
Isabella sat up straighter, resuming with quiet conviction. "You grasp the implication. My Imperial Bloodline reigns supreme in the Black Dragon Clan. Nothing here should provoke such reaction."
Her eyes bored unblinkingly into his. "So confess, Max… if my Imperial Bloodline fears yours, what secret do you conceal?"
The room's mood transformed abruptly.
Prior serenity evaporated, yielding to thick, wordless strain permeating the air.
