Chapter 51 Hot

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They are referred to as elders due to their age and stature, but the intriguing twist lies in the fact that Ursula, despite looking younger, is older than them and most of these elders are her direct offspring. Interrupting her contemplation, a voice interjected, asking, "Do you concur, Queen Mother?" Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

"Huh," Ursula responded with a weary, perplexed expression.

The eldest elder, Molte, emphasized, "Mother, this matter holds paramount importance, and your insights would be greatly appreciated."

"You're well aware of my stance on this, Molte," Ursula replied wearily.

"We are gathered here to encourage you to reconsider and perceive the broader perspective," chimed another elder beside Molte.

"No matter how often you express this, my mind remains unchanged. My father decreed that humans are off limits, and we should concentrate on our own development first," Ursula declared with a resolute tone.

"Mother, I believe you're cognizant of the nuance in Grandpa's words," Molte remarked knowingly, fixing his gaze on Ursula.

Molte's words prompted Ursula to fall silent for a moment as she pondered, "Indeed, I recognize it. Humans are off limits for gods, but not for us." Remembering her observations of humans, Ursula found herself developing an affinity for them, contributing to her reluctance to take any action against them.

The other elders exchanged glances, knowing the complexities of Ursula's relationship with humans. She had observed them closely, marvelling at their weakness, resilience and ingenuity. It was a sentiment not shared by many of the elders, who viewed humans as obstacles obstructing their lord.

"Do you believe you comprehend everything about my father?" Ursula finally spoke, sitting up as regal aura leaked from her.

Realizing he had upset his mother, Molte took a knee, clutching a staff made of fiery rocks. "I would never dare to claim understanding of the Lord himself. My only aspiration is to assist my Lord in resolving the issues troubling him."

Molte's words resonated with the other elders, and they, too, knelt, declaring, "Let us aid the Bright One in his endeavours."

A smile graced Ursula's face as she recalled the astonishment on the faces of her offspring and grandchildren when they saw her less apprehensive demeanour and healed wings.

Raising her palm, a warm, golden light radiated within, creating a gentle cascade of luminous particles around her. In contemplation, Ursula pondered, "Can I withstand the heat in his realm at this stage?"

Seated in silence, she revisited the elders' words. "Perhaps by doing this, I can face my father with pride. I also wonder how he'd react to seeing me fully healed."

Rising from her throne, Ursula retreated to her room, where a small statue of her father stood. Kneeling and clasping her hands, she began to pray, surrounded by a soft, white-golden light. The act not only served as a calming ritual but also functioned as another form of training for her mana.

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Down in the deep oceans, Tide sat in his makeshift throne as he regarded his sons who gathered in front of him. It has been quite some time since his bet with his twin sister. Not wanting to lose the bet, Tide had to go into the murky water and the murder charade happening outside his water cave to seek out his offspring.

Both he and Flowua are the progenitors of their Murloc race but never found it a responsibility to take care of their offspring, they only saw it as them fulfilling their father's order. In a way their action's is one of the reasons troubling their race.

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