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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 590: Uncle and Nephew (2)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 18: The Vengeance of the Rats!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 294: New City
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 216: Do You Feel Uncomfortable?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1118- Space exception
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 920: First Kill
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 919: Broken Mirror
Under the streetlamps of Saint Freya Academy’s commercial street, Roel stared at the words written in Teresa’s notebook and fell into a daze.
Scapegoat.
It was that single word that baffled Roel.
The term ‘scapegoat’ should be referring to someone who took the fall for him in dire situations, but the terminology was incredibly vague.
He couldn’t think of a situation at hand that he would require a scapegoat. There was no large-scale pandemonium on the Sia Continent yet, and Roel was the sole child of the Ascart House, which meant that he was in a pretty secure position. The idea that there was a scapegoat specially prepared for him sounded ridiculous to him.
Other than that, Teresa’s mention of ‘your clan’ also caught his attention.
“By clan, you’re referring to…?”
The Ardes. To be more exact, I’m referring to your ancestor, Wendy Arde.
“Wendy Arde?”
Hearing the foreign name that clearly belonged to one of his ancestors brought a grave frown to Roel’s face. However, Teresa suddenly changed the topic at this point and asked a baffling question.
Mister Roel, are you aware of the Tripartite Alliance in the distant past?
“Yes, I’m aware of it. You’re referring to the alliance made out of angels, dragons, and high elves, right? One of my ancestors was protecting their creation. Does this matter have something to do with the Tripartite Alliance?”
That’s right. In the ancient era, the Tripartite Alliance made a prophecy…
Teresa began writing down the unknown history about the three races in the ancient era in her notebook.
Transcendents in the present era were fond of using divination spells to detect calamities in advance so that they could make preparations to avert them. The powerful ancient races happened to share such an inclination too. In fact, it was due to a prophecy that they chose to entrust their bloodlines to the human race.
Those living in the ancient era noticed that the environment on the Sia Continent was slowly changing with time. Slowly but surely, they were becoming incompatible with the world around them. Worr
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