- Fantasy Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence
- FLDI Chapter 140
In the room, Earl Engel’s emotions fluctuated slightly.
After a moment, he calmed himself.
“You may be right,” he finally said. “Things might not be as dire as I feared, but what if they are?”
“The destruction caused by Divine Revelation is unimaginable. Countless lives across the entire northern province could be lost.”
“Thor, you are the eagle of the Dresrosa family, its future. I don’t want to risk anything happening to you. Even if it costs us something, I believe it’s worth it.”
Engel took a deep breath, looking at Thor with a serious expression.
Thor opened his mouth instinctively but couldn’t find the words.
“Enough,” Engel said, firm in his decision. “I’ll make the arrangements. For now, stay here at the estate. I’ll ensure Raine and the others withdraw as quickly as possible.”
Seeing Thor’s silence, Engel’s voice softened slightly, yet his resolve was unwavering.
Thor’s points were valid, but in matters involving Divine Revelation, no amount of caution could be considered excessive. Especially now, given Thor’s remarkable talent and the strong possibility that he would one day become a Sky Knight, Engel couldn’t bear to see his son take unnecessary risks.
Witnessing his father’s determination, Thor paused thoughtfully before speaking up again.
“Father, flowers raised in a greenhouse will never withstand the storm.”
“Do you trust me?”
He had made up his mind; he was going to his territory, no matter what. With his daily intelligence network, he would be alerted months in advance if danger arose. To abandon his territory outright now was not something he could accept, especially when it was developing so well.
Continuing his efforts there meant achieving viscount status was almost certain, and perhaps even an earldom was within reach.
Staying behind in the family might give him the chance to become a Sky Knight through their connections, but Thor’s aspirations went higher than that—much higher.
“Thor…” Engel frowned.
“Father, you may have guessed this, but I have been blessed by the Goddess of Life. I can sense danger’s approach, as well as recognize when opportunities arise.”
“The northern province is my opportunity. Please, Father, don’t take that from me,” Thor said earnestly, meeting his father’s gaze.
Thor had revealed everything, except for his personal powers, feeling the trust his father had shown him over these past months. He dared to speak openly.
Looking at his son’s resolute expression, Engel’s frown deepened. It wasn’t so much Thor’s words that surprised him; he had already sensed as much.
What concerned Engel was the unwavering determination in Thor’s gaze.
“Thor, there are many on this continent who claim to be blessed by the Goddess of Life, yet not all of them succeed. Sensing danger doesn’t mean avoiding it,” Engel said after a pause, his gaze somber.
“I understand, Father,” Thor replied. “But as I said, greenhouse flowers cannot weather the storm. My goal is beyond becoming a Sky Knight—I want to see the higher realms, to touch a vaster sky.”
Engel exhaled, detecting a slight relent in his father’s voice. Sensing his opening, Thor pressed on.
“Very well then,” Engel said finally, his expression softening. “The fledgling eagle has spread its wings. I cannot choose your path for you, but I hope you won’t regret this.”
Engel gave his son a searching look before nodding in reluctant agreement.
“Thank you, Father,” Thor said, finally relaxing.
“Go on then, prepare for your departure. But remember, if anything seems wrong, leave immediately. Only by staying alive can you reach that higher sky you seek.”
Thor nodded gratefully and took his leave.
Engel watched his son go with a sigh, uncertain if he’d made the right decision.
Logic told him to keep Thor close. With his talent, he was almost certain to become a Sky Knight. And with a Sky Knight, the Dresrosa family could truly prosper.
But Thor’s words had struck a chord.
The fledgling eagle had spread its wings.
As a father, he felt he shouldn’t interfere too much now.
His thoughts drifted, weaving through his mind.
A few moments later, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Engel called, snapping out of his reverie.
“My lord, you called for me?” Michael entered with a curious expression.
“One moment,” Engel replied, picking up his quill and quickly writing.
After a moment, he finished a fresh message on a parchment scroll.
“Michael, deliver this message. Use the blazing eagle,” Engel instructed, handing him the sealed message.
“The blazing eagle?” Michael looked taken aback. “Is something wrong?”
“Most likely, the Cult of the Heretic Gods is active in the northern province, aiming to trigger another Divine Revelation,” Engel replied.
“What?” Michael’s face paled.
“My lord… is this certain?” he asked cautiously, realizing his lapse in composure.
“It seems highly likely,” Engel confirmed.
Michael’s hand trembled slightly as he absorbed the gravity of the situation.
“The kingdom has already been informed. Just deliver this message and let them decide how to proceed.”
“Yes, my lord,” Michael replied, recovering his composure. He quickly left the room to carry out his orders.
Engel turned to gaze out the window.
Tonight, the blood moon seemed colder, and his thoughts drifted.
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Meanwhile, after leaving the study, Thor returned to his room, still feeling a twinge of anxiety.
Despite his decision, he couldn’t deny the enormity of this situation. It felt as if he’d barely left the starting village, only to stumble upon the final boss. He recalled the chilling descriptions of Divine Revelation from the book.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t worried.
If not for the intelligence system, which had proven its worth time and time again over the past two years, he might have obeyed his father’s wishes.
After all, his life was more important than land or future titles. His father had even offered to cover the reparation fee, ensuring his baronial status.
If needed, he could develop his lands at a later time.
“Let’s hope this choice isn’t a mistake,” he muttered, glancing up at the crimson moon through his window.
“Master!” Anna’s gentle voice called, “The bathwater is ready.”
The soft green glow in the room brought a calming energy, easing his nerves.
The night deepened, destined to be a long one.
The entire Tulip Kingdom was about to be shaken to its core.
In the capital city…
Inside a grand palace hall.
Figures gathered one by one—these were the kingdom’s most prominent and powerful.
Even the king himself, the ruler of Tulip Kingdom, was present.
“Aris, are you certain about this? Is this truly Divine Revelation?” a deep voice questioned, as a middle-aged man clad in golden armor looked toward an elder at the center of the hall.
“Aris, this is not a matter to be taken lightly,” echoed another voice, followed by several others, all turning their eyes on the elder.
“Your Majesty, everyone—yes, I am certain this is indeed a Divine Revelation ritual,” the elder named Aris said solemnly. “It has already spread through most of the northern province. At this rate, the ritual will fully activate in no more than three months.”
At his confirmation, the assembled figures fell into a somber silence, their expressions growing grave.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Finally, a commanding voice broke the silence from the throne.
“Understood. Thank you, sir.”
“Aspuros, see to it that our guest gets some rest.”
At the king’s command, a knight stepped forward to escort the elder Aris out of the hall.
As the elder left, the silence returned, and a heavy tension filled the air.
“The kingdom is bound by the Covenant of the Gods to prevent Divine Revelation,” the king’s deep voice continued, filling the vast hall. “Eight hundred years ago, the Tulip royal family failed to stop a god’s descent. Half the kingdom was destroyed, and the royal family was stripped of power by the empire.”
“Decades ago, the Lepler family’s oversight in Southmoon Province nearly caused another god’s descent. Though it was stopped in time, the southern region remains a wasteland to this day. None of us wish to see a repeat of such devastation in the north, do we?”
At these words, the hall grew even quieter.
Then, a booming voice shattered the silence.
“Your Majesty, I will personally go to the orc tribes,” declared an elder who had appeared without a sound.
“It is not enough!” the king replied calmly, unfazed by the elder’s sudden arrival.
“Then I shall join him,” said another elder, appearing as if from thin air with a weary sigh.
The two elders glanced at one another, and the golden-armored knights around the hall bowed slightly in respect.
“Still not enough,” the king replied once again, his tone unwavering.
“Your Majesty, I have only a few years left,” came another soft voice, and a third elder entered the hall. His figure was stooped, his face wrinkled, exuding an aura of decay.
The three elders shared a look, each one bearing a resigned expression.
“Anwar, Sabah!” the king called.
Following his words, two more figures appeared—a venerable elder and an elderly woman.
“You two shall accompany them.”
“Within three months, I expect the heads of those responsible for initiating this Divine Revelation.”
The king’s words echoed throughout the hall.
With the two additional elders, the original three sighed in relief. Alone, they had been apprehensive.
Divine Revelation, even if not fully activated, was no trivial matter.
“Yes, Your Majesty!” the five elders replied, bowing deeply before vanishing from the hall.
“Eight hundred years…” the king murmured, his mind drifting as a heavy burden settled upon his heart.
As King of Tulip, he understood well the terror of the gods.
Each shift in the royal lineage had stemmed from the presence of the gods.
This time, they might succeed in stopping it—but what of the next time?
They couldn’t count on luck forever, nor on those seeking Divine Revelation being so careless.
If it ever succeeded, it would spell catastrophe for Tulip Kingdom.
And for the royal family, it would mean the end.
The royal family’s very purpose was to prevent the gods’ return. If they failed, the empire would have no qualms about appointing another family as the kingdom’s new royalty.
There were undoubtedly families who had gained honor on the foreign battlefields who would welcome such an opportunity, just as his own family had once done centuries ago.
(End of Chapter)