Chapter 1233: Fraternal Twins
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Braydon Neal stood in the city lord’s mansion and spoke in a hushed tone, “Send someone back to Hansworth’s Northern Army and relay my order. Deploy the Northern Army to the 16th ruin and secure Jaa’ku city.”
“I’ll have someone go right away,” Sorrell Neal responded, turning to leave.
Before departing, Braydon inquired, “Where are Grandpa and Uncle Lowell trapped?”
He had been here for quite some time, and Sorrell had avoided discussing it until now.
Sorrell, seemingly prepared for the question, lowered his head and clenched his fists.
“Brother, we can’t go there. Even if an emperor were to go, I doubt he’d survive. If Grandpa stays, he won’t allow me to go, even if it costs him his life.”
“If Grandpa passes, I’ll take charge of the 16th ancient city. Father entrusted me to prevent you from entering the divine temple if you came to the ruins,” Sorrell revealed, clearly pained by the situation.
Sorrell grappled with the dilemma of having to choose between his biological father and the grandfather who had cherished him since childhood, both direct relatives now in jeopardy.
Feeling the weight of the situation, Braydon, the elder brother, comfortingly patted his younger brother’s shoulder and whispered, “Where is the divine temple? I’ll handle it. You guard the 16th ancient city.”
“Brother, you can’t go!” Sorrell protested, concerned for his elder brother.
The third generation of the Neal family resided on the South Pole Island, with Sapphire Neal being a daughter, she was unable to become the family’s pillar.
Jayven Neal, a young master, was deemed useless, leaving Sorrell as the promising and rare genius of the South Pole Island.
Sorrell refused to vie for the position of family head as Braydon, the eldest grandson of the third generation, was here. Had had witnessed the internal strife of the previous generation.
Having grown up amidst family discord, Sorrell developed a strong aversion to internal conflicts.
He believed that with so few males in the Neal family, they shouldn’t fight among themselves.
The position of the head of the Neal family held little appeal to him.
Today, Braydon’s solo attack on the quasi-emperor had reverberated throughout Jaa’ku, earning Sorrell’s trust in his brother’s capabilities.
Convinced that Braydon could manage the Neal residence, Sorrell vowed to help him till the day he died.
Ten legions rushed to the South Pole.
Far away in the capital, Heather Sage, a woman in a white scholar’s robe, sat in a temple, holding the national seal.
Dominic Lowe approached softly, saying, “Heather, it’s late. You should rest.”
“It’s still early. I’ll go to bed after approving these documents,” Heather replied, flipping through a new document as stars adorned the night sky outside.
Dominic delicately placed the ginseng porridge on the table, attempting to persuade her once more.
“You’re pregnant. Even if you don’t think about yourself, you have to think about the child!”
After hearing this, Heather paused in her tasks. Her left hand instinctively caressed her slightly bulging belly.
She lowered her head, and a softness crept into her eyes. “It’s been six months. These two little ones have settled.”
“You’re having fraternal twins. They will surely inherit the Northern King’s talent. It will be a tremendous asset for the country,” Dominic praised, presenting all the positive aspects.
“No,” Heather shook her head and asserted, “After they’re born, I hope they won’t inherit their father’s martial arts talent. It’s better for them to be ordinary children.”
Dominic fell silent, understanding Heather’s sentiments as a parent himself.
He knew the hidden struggles Braydon had faced to gain fame in Hansworth—known only to his own family.
Heather took a couple of small bites of the ginseng porridge.
“How’s the situation at the South Pole?” she inquired softly.
“The Northern King mobilized the Northern Army to head straight for the South Pole. According to information from the hidden agents in the capital, Graham Neal and Lowell Neal seem to be in significant trouble,” Dominic reported routinely.
Because Heather wanted to be updated on the South Pole situation every night.
Heather nodded gently and murmured, “There’s the Gray Wolf Army and the Sanguine Army in the northern desert. It’s fine if the Northern Army is transferred away.”
“Currently, all the countries worldwide seem to be focusing their attention on the South Pole,” Dominic expressed concern, his eyes betraying a hint of worry.
Since Braydon’s journey to the South Pole, he had garnered the attention of the hundred countries.
“This morning, Kieran inquired about when your wedding with the Northern King will be held,” Dominic added.
“There’s no hurry,” Heather replied, aware of the numerous tasks at hand.