Chapter 461 CH 447: I AM...

Chapter 461 CH 447: I AM...

When Adam came down to the basement of the house, after getting out of his room and checking in on his mother, he did not waste time with useless chitchat and straight got to the point.

"Makarov, I have a gift for you."

Makarov, who was slurping on some spaghetti that he had made for himself, looked up from his bowl with a confused expression and saw a small pearl being thrown his way by the person in question.

At first, he was confused about what the hell Adam was doing by throwing this object his way. But with his eyesight and knowledge, he soon noticed something peculiar with the pearl that was handed over to him.

His expression changed immediately and he couldn't help but stand up before literally lunging at the pearl like he was desperately trying to save it.

Once he caught it in his hands, tucked away safely in the confines of his hands, he looked down at the pearl, his expression changing many times before looking at Adam once again like he was a lunatic.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

"Heh. I will have to bring this up... Even in your old age, you have an elegance worthy of a ballerina, you know that?"

Adam laughed and took his seat while Makarov gave him the middle finger before looking at the pearl once again with sparkling eyes.

At first glance, the pearl had nothing special to it. It was just a relatively beautiful jewel that was very well crafted for how it looked. But for Makarov, it was like he was witnessing completely new and different dimensions.

"Viktor. Let go of that poor chicken leg and come see this!"

He hissed at his goofball grandson who was still eating some chicken leg and called him over.

Sigh~

Viktor sighed helplessly. He had known this was going to happen. This was why he had started tearing apart the chicken faster than ever before when Adam threw the pearl his old man's way. Sadly, he hadn't been fast enough and couldn't finish all the food properly.

But the moment he reached Makarov and watched the pearl, all thoughts about the chicken vanished from his head completely and he started to observe the pearl as if he was looking at the greatest treasure in the world.

Like this, both grandfather and grandson, one with grease on his mouth and the other with tomato sauce on his beard started fidgeting and discussing the design of the pearl and the intricate formation that was engraved within it down to the very minute detailed bit.

"This is marvelous. This is like... It's perfect..."

Viktor was at a complete loss for words as he marveled at the intricacies of the object before him but Makarov fully understood what he meant and the reason for his reaction.

'Come to think of it, this is his first time observing a true naturally formed divine weapon of the gods.'

Makarov mused as he observed the pearl deeply with his gaze full of intelligence. He was not entranced by its perfection like his grandson. This was something that was inherent to all divine weapons made by the gods.

"I want you to use my blood."

"Hum?"

Makarov tilted his head in confusion, his eyes became slightly blurry, as if he was in a trance. He felt like the world around him was different than before. But he couldn't exactly say how so.

"What do you mean? Obviously, I will take your blood to bind the weapon to you and make it match your prana. But I have a feeling you mean something else."

"My blood is special. I want you to use it in large quantities for the creation of this weapon. I have a feeling that it will make it even better than just simply creating it using your ways."

Makarov frowned, as a blacksmith, it was normal to accommodate the desires of his clients. But his mind felt weird, almost sluggish as he heard Adam's request.

"Boy. What is happening now?"

"We are in a dream currently."

"A dream?"

"Let's just say I am taking some precautionary measures. Currently, all your true inner thoughts are brought to the surface and after what I will say next, I will know about your true feelings."

"You..."

"Sorry. But I cannot afford to gamble on this matter. Don't worry. I can understand a negative response. In which case I will simply erase all your memory of this conversation and act as if nothing happened at all."

Makarov felt a myriad of emotions, which should have been impossible for someone like him and his control. He realized that Adam was telling the truth.

'What kind of secret does he have?'

"You might have wondered once who my father is, right? Rather, you might have asked yourself this question many times in fact."

Makarov stopped. He felt like he was going to hear something huge.

"It's simple really. My father is—"

Thump~ Thump~ Thump~

"—The first Murderer, Cain, and I... am a Primogenitor."

For the first time, Makarov realized that he didn't have enough vocabulary to express what he was feeling right now as he let out more than hundreds of curses out of shock.