Endless Debt Chapter 1039 - 99: Submission to... (2)

"You know the history of the Alfredo Family, just like the Clarks, we also made significant contributions in the Dawn War against the Eternal Night Empire."

"And what does this have to do with anything?"

"Listen to me, Nesanel, listen to me."

Nesanel resembled a penitent seeking redemption, while Albert was the Priest listening to his confession, his demeanor proud and composed, viewing things with deep foresight.

Even if he was just an apparition.

He was like an ancient and mysterious legend, standing in the river of time, enduring the baptism of years, yet steadfastly holding onto his faith and creed amidst the storms, until the very last second.

"The hatred between the Alfredo Family and the Eternal Night Empire existed long before the Dawn War. At that time, my family was fragile and vulnerable. My ancestors hid, avoiding conflicts with the Eternal Night Empire.

But there was one person among them, proud and arrogant, who scorned others’ retreat and denounced their cowardice. If no one stood up, he would confront the Eternal Night Empire himself.

For this, he raised an army, thinking he could defeat the Eternal Night Empire... even capturing a single province would suffice, but during the assault on the first city, they were utterly defeated.

The power of the Eternal Night Empire was far beyond his imagination. His friends all perished, yet he alone survived. Realizing his own weakness, he retreated back to the family, lived peacefully, and never spoke of destroying the Eternal Night Empire again."

Albert asked back, "Do you think his life was a joke? Did anything he did have meaning?"

Nesanel didn’t answer, but his gaze said it all.

Albert continued, "Then... Nesanel, do you think your actions in the Secret War were a joke? Did they have any meaning?"

Nesanel was momentarily stunned, realizing the ridicule in Albert’s words, as this bastard trampled on his blood and pain.

Albert ignored Nesanel’s reaction and continued, "If the story ended here, it would indeed be a complete joke, a sad joke."

"But his story didn’t end."

Albert approached Nesanel, placing his hands on his shoulders. Though just a phantom, Nesanel felt the full weight on his shoulders, as if bearing a mountain.

"To be precise, the story of the Alfredo Family, the story of mortals is not over.

His seemingly jokelike life was not meaningless. After his death, among his son, grandson, and countless descendants, one person heard his story, and when the rest of the family regarded him as a joke, that person was instead inspired by him, by the story of his ancestor."

Albert said softly, "That person was my grandfather. Later, during the Dawn War a hundred years ago, he exposed the Night Race to the sunlight, and the ordeal lasted for seven days and nights."

Nesanel felt his heartbeat stop for a moment.

"My grandfather inspired me, I established the Order Bureau, and after my death, lingered on in such a bizarre way through the long years."

Albert compassionately cupped Nesanel’s face, declaring.

"Nesanel, your, your friends’, and everyone’s sacrifices are not a joke. Just like the butterfly’s gentle flap, your achievements will eventually forge a great endeavor, though it’s too distant, so far that none of you can see or predict it."

Nesanel fell into absolute silence, as the concept of time seemed blurred, within the short moment of thought, it was as if a thousand years had passed.

"Blindly, even obsessively trusted," Nesanel murmured, "this is Article One."

"You will know all the answers... after your death, once your brain and thoughts join us."

Albert asked, "Do you have any doubts?"

"Did she... did she know that all this is a lie?" Nesanel was in tears, "Did she know this laughable sacrifice was only for some victory far in the future?"

"Yes, I know," a cold voice sounded in the darkness, "My only regret is not being able to say goodbye to you in person, this causes me much remorse."

The woman walked out of the darkness, her tall figure embodying a perfect curve and graceful posture, her skin as ivory white, pure and flawless, seemingly glowing.

A white long dress gently draped down her body, sewn of delicate, soft silk, the attire magnificent but not luxurious, exuding an aura of nobility and elegance.

She appeared in the most familiar and perfect form in Nesanel’s memory.

Nesanel looked at her, even though she was just a phantom, she calmed all the unrest in his heart.

"Yo, Nesanel."

Seeing Nesanel like this, the woman couldn’t help but laugh, "Even now, I can hardly believe that a defiant guy like you could actually be tamed by me."

Those were beautiful, profound eyes, from which one couldn’t bear to look away, with a gentle light flickering in her pupils, revealing wisdom and calmness, as if nothing could disturb her inner peace.

"You didn’t need to tame me," Nesanel walked toward her, "I willingly submitted to you."

The woman’s demeanor was noble and gentle, with compassion and courage intertwined, drawing people irresistibly toward her, just as Nesanel had been attracted to her.