Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1261 - 291: What’s Meant to Come Will Still Come (5100)_3

Chapter 1261: Chapter 291: What’s Meant to Come Will Still Come (5100)_3

...But no.

Annan still has many things to do.

For example, defeating The Worm, and...

"...Children?"

Annan appeared puzzled: "But I’m still a child myself."

The old grandmother confirmed without hesitation: "You must understand, Annan—once you complete your ascension, you will lose your physical body. And unlike me, Ananke, and Sibyl, you are not a goddess of the ’fertility’ domain.

"That means you will never be able to have children."

"...Maria should be the same."

Faced with the grandmother’s sudden urging for marriage upon waking, Annan tried to offer a somewhat flustered defense: "She hasn’t married either, has she? Besides, once I defeat The Worm, Dmitry’s infertility will naturally resolve."

With the grandmother’s assistance, Maria had already donned the Winter Heart that Annan entrusted to her.

By wearing her brother’s heart, it was as if she had donned a kaleidoscopic Sharingan—Maria immediately broke through a certain barrier.

Just as Annan had speculated from the beginning, in the "Storm and Heart’s Canticle," both the heart and the storm held equal significance.

Previously, Maria lacked half the emotions of humanity. She couldn’t perceive the existence of "heart."

Now, Maria could genuinely smile from her heart...

The Book of Truth belonging to her finally revealed itself at this moment.

A legacy passed down through generations, the Lady of the Storm ultimately inherits the mantle of the former "First Daughter of the Storm." She picks up the relics of her predecessors and continues forward on the path of truth.

The truth proves that the path the "First Daughter of the Storm" once walked, her understanding of truth, was indeed mistaken.

Maria, who revealed the Fragments of Truth using the correct method, caused others to hear clear drumbeats just by walking. Her slight smile could summon storms, her stern expression could invoke thunderous roars, and even disasters such as volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and earthquakes could be stirred or calmed at her whim.

This was never about the truth of "wind."

It was about disasters, calamities, and the truth of the "heart" that conquers them—

just like the truth of "betrayal."

Compared to betrayal itself, the essence of truth lies in the redemption following betrayal. The storm protects nothing; it is merely a phenomenon.

Rather...

It was precisely the death of the First Daughter of the Storm that turned the Storm Tower into the Guardian standing against calamity—and this is what allowed Maria to understand the meaning of this truth.

From this perspective, she truly is the rightful successor to the First Daughter of the Storm.

With centuries of heritage and accumulation beneath her, Maria’s ascension ceremony might even occur earlier than Annan’s.

"Dmitry’s child will inherit the Duchy of Winter, and that has nothing to do with you."

But in response to Annan’s evasive arguments, the grandmother remained unmoved: "As for Maria—who in this world could possibly be worthy of Maria?

"That child is exceptional... The love in her heart is reserved only for her family. And as ’Her,’ her love expands to encompass the entire world. Maria will be the most orthodox deity. She is a pure Guardian, the living pillar of this world. She is different from you.

"You are someone who loves, Annan. Don’t allow yourself to regret."

"...I can’t truly confirm whether it is love."

Annan remained silent for a moment before answering honestly: "And I’m not sure whether she harbors genuine love toward me—not the love for an idol, a deity, a senior, or a teacher, but the love between partners."

"Under such unresolved feelings, I don’t think bringing a child into the world would be right."

"Then, have you asked her?"

The grandmother countered with a question.

Annan fell silent.

For once, the grandmother became stern, pressing him further: "You harbor doubts in your heart, yet you don’t ask. Are you hoping the child will intuit your thoughts, then eagerly come to tell you everything she’s thinking—satisfying your expectations and, on top of that, convincing you to trust her?

"Is that what you’re thinking, Annan?"

"...Of course not."

"Then what are you hesitating for? What are you holding back? Is it because your status doesn’t match hers, or you think you’re unworthy of her? Or perhaps, deep down, you actually look down on her?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"You must understand, that child is a queen. She is still young now, but in the future, she must also have her own descendants—to continue the existence of her kingdom. Can you accept her having children with someone else?"

The grandmother spoke earnestly: "Confess to her, Annan. Don’t let yourself regret.

"You haven’t even confessed once. Are you expecting the young queen to abandon her dignity and throw herself into your arms? Or is your love for her still so insignificant that it hasn’t reached the point where you’re willing to ’let go of pride’ and confess?"

"...I do like her. I just—"

This young Grand Duke, the future deity, hesitated at this moment.

Only at times like this did Annan appear like a true child.

He could roughly guess Kafney’s answer, yet he remained anxious, uncertain, and indecisive about it.

...Speaking of which, doesn’t Annan supposedly have memories of his past life?

Could it be that this child didn’t have someone he liked in his previous life?

If so, that would be rather...

The grandmother, simultaneously loving and stern, sighed and decided to give him another push:

"Listen to me, Annan—after you eliminate The Worm, don’t come back right away.

"Go straight to Noah. Lay bare all your worries, everything you want to know, everything from start to finish, clearly and openly. Tell her your feelings in full, then wait for her response.

"This immature and uncertain feeling, among the many emotions life has to offer, is one of the most precious.

"Many people’s feelings end during this vague time, concluding before they gain clarity, before they even begin, leaving a lifelong regret.

"—You must face it head-on, Annan. No running away.

"If you’re going to flee even from ’love,’ how could you ever face The Worm? How could you claim to understand love or know love?"

"...Alright."

Annan nodded lightly and answered resolutely: "I understand.

"Thank you, Grandmother."

The grandmother didn’t respond but simply embraced Annan, rocking him gently, patting his back, the sternness on her face gradually transforming into tender affection.