Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 398: The Ancient Vow (1)

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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