Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
A solemn atmosphere was still looming in this huge hall a moment ago after Astrid shared the tragic history of the Ardes, and Roel found his heart growing heavy. Yet, such an atmosphere was immediately shattered the moment Astrid pointed her finger at Lilian’s room.
H-hold on for a sec. What do you mean? Leave offspring behind?
What offspring?!
Roel stared at Astrid with a flabbergasted expression, his mind failing to process what he had just heard. Yet, the latter didn’t think that there was anything wrong with what she had just said.
One thing that truly terrified established houses like the Ardes was the severance of their long lineage. So here came the question: What could possibly sever the lineage of a household?
Without doubt, the biggest threat was the lack of offspring.
No matter how rich or powerful a house’s heritage was, it was all futile if there was a lack of offspring to succeed them.
Since ancient times, those who possessed outstanding bloodlines would usually ensure that they had successors before marching off to the battlefield. This was their responsibility toward their race and family, and this held especially true for noble houses with few offspring like the Ascarts.
While Astrid would try her best to prevent it, there was still a possibility where the worst occurred and Roel was forced to commit double suicide with Priestley. That being the case, it would be a wise move for him to leave his offspring behind.
“W-what are you talking about? Lilian is my…”
“I’ve already spoken to that child. Even though the two of you share the same bloodline, you aren’t blood-related.”
“… I don’t deny that, but the two of us aren’t in that kind of relationship!”
Roel turned down Astrid’s suggestion with a stiffened face.
On the other hand, Astrid appeared to be taken aback by those words. She stared at Roel intently, surprised by the fact that they weren’t a couple. In fact, she thought that the ‘younger brother’ and ‘older sister’ thing between them was just their own couple thing.
But this isn’t much of an issue.
“Don’
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