Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 895 - Hidden Apex Power
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 753- Accumulation
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 774: Reformation (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 203 - Do You Think That The 12 Of Us Can't Match Up To Him?
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.04 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 072: Ancestor Mang Shan’s Bitterness
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 160: Salt-stealing Bandit
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 265: Finding a Helper
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.2: Clearwater Mountain - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 247: Blood Addicted Queen
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 001.1: Memories Finally Awakened, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 37: The Romain Standard Spear
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 928: Deep Inside the Black Box
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 264: Staying at the Ye Clan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 752- Self created gold equipment
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 894 - Primordial Dragonoid's Might
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 751- I didn't bring money
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 773: Celebration
Regardless of which world or era one was in, the most important job a leader had to fulfill was to build a common sense of identity and a mission for their people. The Ascart House had been working hard on this for the past thousand years now.
However, instilling a sense of identity would have to start from within. Most patriarchs would usually leave some sort of heritage item for their descendants as a proof of existence and to pass on their legacy, and the most common proof was, of course, their portrait.
My son knows what I look like. My grandson knows what I look like. What about my great-grandson and great-great-grandson then?
Even the longest living transcendent couldn’t live forever. In order to eternalize their dignified stature, so that later generations might look upon their visage with reverence(?), the patriarchs of the Ascart House would usually hire an artist to do a portrait of them during their prime—around 20 to 30 years of age—and these portraits would be stored in the vault.
Roel used to look at those portraits often in his younger years. Not reverently, of course. What could a little brat possibly know of respect?
Just like most other rascals, the younger Roel had a sharp eye for judging people by their appearances, having once held a ‘beauty contest’ for the portraits. Of them, there was one particular portrait that left him with the deepest impression.
It was the portrait that depicted an ancestor whose name had spread far and wide several centuries ago, Winstor Ascart.
Winstor’s Adventure, this was the name of a book that was often read to Roel in his younger years. Later, when he awakened his bloodline, his curiosity about this ancestor, who had also awakened his bloodline too, further deepened.
It had been several centuries since Winstor’s era, so it was inevitable that many of the records concerning him were no longer around. Nevertheless, Roel still remembered his face clearly, which was why he could recognize him right away in the vision.
“I never thought that ‘Fief Lord’ would actuall
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