"Oh, I'm sorry. But listen carefully because it's important. The power of the ancestors, there were witches who once served their ancestors. Well, I hope you think he's like a disciple or an assistant. But they didn't approve of the resurrection of their ancestors."
I cannot help wondering how neglected I was with my original ancestors that my disciples would also oppose the Resurrection.
"I didn't know it was going to happen, and my original ancestors gave power to the witches. After you died, you feared losing your powers. I let the witches stay temporarily, trying to get back to me."
"But there was no return of power, no resurrection,"
"Exactly. So, what happened to that power?
Jared's gaze turns to Yenny, who remains anxious looking.
"... No way, you're lying"
"Not all of them, Yenny, but the power of your ancestors is inherited from you."
Together to put an end to it.
The more I heard about my original ancestors from Clear Storm, the more troublesome they didn't want to get involved with each other.
Nobody likes themselves and wants to get involved in trouble.
But I was informed it was already involved. It's not just a past enemy named Lucas Gallagher who tormented the Jareds, he says, but the blood of his original ancestors is handed down to his sister.
"Sunny Storm, are you sure the power of your ancestors resides in Yenny?
Clear Storm replied by nodding to Olivier's doubts like confirmation.
"... no"
"I'm just not inheriting the whole power of my ancestors. Power was dispersed and distributed among witches who had more than one. After that, the witches knitted up a ritual."
"What kind of ceremony?
"It's about weakening and sooner or later wiping out the power of our ancestors after generations. Honestly, I didn't expect the power of the original ancestors to remain in the modern age. Yenny, the power of your ancestors went well together. You are unconsciously using the power of your ancestors. That's who your talent is."
"My power… no, but I am convinced. I had a surprising power, even though I didn't make an effort that seemed like an effort. talent, were they cleaned up in those words, were they"
He seemed shocked that he inherited the power of his original ancestors, but somewhere Jared looked as if Yennie was in awe.
It's only a guess, but I may have been anxious to have enough talent to forbid my grandfather to hold the sword and to have the extra power even though I've only had minimal training.
The strength of defeating Rosa Lowen with one sword, who hunted down Jared as a fighter, even if he did. To clean it up with talent alone, I had some doubts.
I can't tell Jared if it was a good thing or a bad thing to find that answer. Still, I want to help my sister as much as I can.
"Lady Olivier, Lady Emilia, who inherits the blood of her ancestors. Yennie, who inherits power from his ancestors. Even though blood and power are diminishing from generation to generation, there's nothing to be wary of, including being the same woman as your original."
"Hey Clear Storm, you got nothing to worry about if I leave it to you?
"I would never say anything irresponsible. So far, few women are qualified to be the vessels of their ancestors. I'll do everything I can, and I'll leave you scattered anxiety, but it's not that much to worry about."
We exhale into the words of a clear storm.
Anxiety doesn't change, but now I wanted to believe him.
"Uh, so you're thinking you're not gonna get into any trouble for now, huh?
"So far. Because we know that the ancestors cannot be revived if we take measures against the ancestors. But only on the assumption that my ancestral lineage would have to do something stupid."
Then I must offer you my sincere apologies.
"- Who is it!
"... that we wouldn't notice"
"Oops."
Jared grabbed his fist, Pfile set up a dagger, and Rosa pulled the knife out of her nostalgia.
The voice was heard from behind Jared and the others. It leads to the hallway, the door is closed but definitely someone is breaking in.
"Show yourself. Otherwise, I'll destroy this mansion, but I'll try to attack you."
Someone invisible grinned bitterly at the overpowering threat complaint of the clear storm.
"Oh man, this is why dragons are horrible. I'd be impressed if I could say that at someone's mansion."
Slowly in front of the door, the boy looks or rises.
There was flax hair, a mild grin, and a boy who could only be seen in his mid-teens.
"... you, no way"
When the boy smiles at the clear storm where he raised his dismay, he immediately turns his gaze to Jared.
"Who are you?
"Nice to meet you, Jared Murphy. I'm Rasmus. direct descendants of the original ancestors."
"-"
Boy - Jared kicked the floor at the same time Rasmus gave him a name.
When you flesh on a boy who keeps smiling for a moment, when you circulate magic in your body and explode to improve your physical abilities, you protrude a fist full of strength.
"Whoa, it's dangerous."
But too easily Jared's fist was taken by one hand of the boy. As it is, Rasmus begins to shake Jared's hand unilaterally when he graciously holds it to wrap it around him.
"What the hell are you doing here?
"My purpose is one thing, I came to you for help."