Chapter 5: Seeds of Sorrow

Chapter 5: Seeds of Sorrow

As the current patriarch of the Knox family, Osmond Knox would seldom stay at one place for a long time. There were too many responsibilities he had to fulfill, and too many things that needed to be looked after.

On this day, however, he could be found staying in a single room from dusk to dawn. Today, a smile was plastered on his old face as he gazed gently on the sleeping child in the crib. He regretted that he was a little late, having missed the child breaking her shell.

In public, he was called 'King Osmond'. It was only a title with no real meaning behind it anymore, just like the leaders of the other ancient families. On this day, however, he truly felt like a king.

"I have finally been able to do justice to my descendants, Desmond we finally have a child born from a spirit egg It's a pity that neither Nadina nor Rachel's sons could have the same luck well, their misfortune is my fault, we couldn't even afford little Eve's egg if not for her aunt"

Desmond felt distressed looking at his father worry like this even on a happy day. He knew a certain someone must have spouted nonsense in front of him, or this thought shouldn't have come to his mind, not today. "Don't blame yourself so much, father Although our little Evelyn received a great gift from both the family and her aunt, all the other children of our family are doing well for themselves, are they not? Both Tristan and Oliver are set to go to the prestigious ancient academy in the future. Even if our family declines, their future will remain quite bright."

The old man seemed to breathe a little more at ease after hearing his son's words. "You're right All our descendants shall have a bright future I shall not have it any other way as long as there is still some strength in these old bones!"T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

While the father and son were in a good mood, the atmosphere in the first Lord's mansion was gloomy like a graveyard.

The first lady of the Knox family, the eldest daughter-in-law of King Osmond, was currently wailing in the arms of her husband. "Why? Why could our Tristan, as the eldest descendant of his generation, the firstborn of King Osmond's oldest son, not have what she has? How is this fair?!"

George sighed helplessly as he patted her back. "Stay calm, Nadina, you know the Knox family has a lot of expenses to manage. Our business is declining, most of our ancestral property is already gone"

Neither of them seemed to notice the little eyes watching them from the crack in the door with distress.

"No! You don't know anything George! Everyone says all the ancient families are declining, but tell me which of them doesn't have a single spirit baby?! None! Only our Knox family didn't have one, and I comforted myself, I convinced myself, that we just couldn't afford it, maybe"

George looked distressed as he saw his wife choke back tears. "Nadina"

"No, George let me speak You remember what your father said at that time, right? Then tell me, George, tell me how is it that two, nearly three years after that, when our family has declined even further, that pretentious little bitch Isabella can have her daughter be born from such an expensive looking spirit egg?! Are you dumb?! Isn't it clear enough that old bastard Osmond is favouring your little brother?!"

George slammed his fist on the armrest, making a resounding boom. His eyes were already red from rage. "Nadina!"

Gwendolyn sighed in disappointment and moved away from the balcony to recline comfortably in her chamber. Whenever she talked to this descendant of hers, she felt like beating someone up.

"Bonnie, you know, when I was born, the blue moon wasn't bright like this. In fact, it was quite dull, not much different from the pink moon you are now used to But as I grew up, it became brighter and brighter, and the radiance you see now has been constant since I reached my peak strength"

The little girl shuddered because she knew this was something perhaps very few people in the world knew. Her ancestor was one of the strongest beings on the planet, she knew, but exactly how strong? She had no idea.

"I remember when the white moon too, was dull, like a rotten egg then that fellow, Urah, I suppose he calls himself Shinra now, right? He grew like a parasite, a weed upon this world, and now this repugnant yellow thing, the so-called white moon seems to forget its place every passing day."

Bonnie's heart threatened to beat right out of her ribcage, because if anyone else had heard her ancestor's words, would Shinra, the so called one true God, remain silent? Moreover, if the moons represented the two of them and their strength, then perhaps Shinra was even stronger than her ancestor by now. Why hadn't she just killed him, when she knew he was growing stronger? Isn't it just right to crush a bug if it was bothering you?

Perhaps the way the two of them thought was just too different, because in her place Bonnie would never allow someone she disliked to grow to a point they could threaten her. But Bonnie didn't say anything. Last time she interrupted her ancestor while she was monologuing, Gwendolyn had stared at her in silence for almost three hours. It was pure torture for someone hyper active like her.

"The pink moon's glow is still gentle perhaps because the one it has chosen is still young Bonnie, perhaps one day you will meet them. Maybe you will be friends, even. Be kinder to your peers, Bonnie. Now go, go rest so you can continue to grow. Make me proud. And perhaps when you meet them, the two of you can be good friends and support each other, unlike"

Gwendolyn paused abruptly as her face went blank, and then she waved her hand, causing Bonnie to leave in a panic.

After Bonnie left, Gwendolyn finally allowed tears to fall from her eyes. If Bonnie saw her right now, her worldview would definitely collapse. In their mind, their ancestor did not seem to care much about anything. How could she possibly be bothered enough by anything to make her cry?

Gwendolyn hoped that Bonnie did not repeat the mistakes from her past. Her brother's talent was nowhere near Gwen's, but he had been a better judge of people since the start. Although he had long since perished, it was his descendants that called her ancestor and made the Fairfax clan prosper.

When she saw Bonnie's potential, Gwendolyn had not hesitated to give out blessings all over the world. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the ability of Bonnie's generation to realize their potential, and even their potential itself, had been boosted by Gwendolyn by hundreds of times.

"I thought I would give Bonnie some competition, but it's possible I could have created a lot of trouble for her future successor did I make a mistake?"

The Lotus Seat the chosen of the third moon, was finally making an appearance. It's not wrong to say that Gwendolyn's heart was stirred, as for what the specific feeling was that stirred within her, even she did not know. It had been too long since something of significance had changed in her life. Moreover, this change was tied to one of her greatest regrets in life.

"I wonder if she realized it was me who killed her I wonder how she felt at that time I wonder"