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It wasn’t because she had ran out of things to say. As long as it wasn’t about coming up with insults, this young lady had a gift for speaking. Maybe it would more accurately be called a gift for speaking too much.
Instead, the reason she froze, unable to speak, was because Dyon’s golden wing had suddenly appeared. From his sitting position, it whipped through the air, threatening to slice Lillianna in half, only for it to stop right before her forehead.
A cold sweat permeated down Lillianna’s back despite being a spirit. She had felt death overwhelm her in that moment. Dyon’s Presence had fused with every aspect of his being, and spirits and souls were incredibly vulnerable to Presence. If Dyon really wanted to, he really could eradicate what remained of Lillianna’s soul with a single attack.
“W-wings o-o-of B-b-b-blessin-g-gs…”
Lillianna truly hadn’t seen this scene before. Since she had been with Dyon, there were only three occasions he had brought out his golden wings.
The first time was to suppress and embarrass Anak. The second time was in his battle against the Cathedral. And the third time was within the Golden Flame Mystical World during Dyon’s final battle with the four Scions and God Goldeen.
Unfortunately for Lillianna, or maybe fortunately, during those first two instances, she had been thrust into a world of torture alongside Matriarch Niveus. She had no way to see what happened outside.
During the third time, because Madeleine had been unconscious before due to the martial saint pill, Lillianna had been forced to leave her body and reside within Dyon’s mind’s eye. During that time, Dyon blocked her vision of the outside world, not wanting to deal with her nonsense.
Of course, there was a fourth time as well. This was when Dyon was flying through the Water Mist Sect to escape to the Dark Ocean. However, during this time, Lillianna wasn’t with Dyon. She was within the celestial beast’s mystical world!
This was the first time… The very first time Lillianna had seen Dyon’s wings… And it hit her like a ton of bricks…
‘I really almost killed the Goddess’ successor…’
Dyon was having a hard time holding back his smirk. Maybe if it hadn’t been for Amphorae who was still in his arms he would have been laughing too hard for his lips to contain.
Lillianna grit her teeth. “Holy Princess greets … s-s-s.”
“What was that?” Dyon leaned his ear over.
“S-s-…”
“Hm?” Dyon’s eyes blinked innocently.
“SUCCESSOR.” Lillianna finally forced out.
Though neither said it, this really was a stroke of fate. Under normal circumstances, Lillianna would have directly ignored Dyon when he came to her statue. But, then he started groping her. As a Holy Princess, she couldn’t stand that, so she came out to reprimand him. As a result, she sensed his overwhelming soul, a soul that should have been too powerful for anyone on the mortal plane to contain.
This led to Lillianna trying to kill Dyon for what she thought were his evil deeds and finally getting trapped. Had all of these things not happened, Lillianna would have waited forever without finding the person she had waited for all of this time.
Finally Lillianna settled her emotions and sighed. “How…”
“How what?” Dyon’s voice no longer carried a teasing tone, he decided to let her off the hook for now.
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Dyon shrugged. “My parents are mortal, how could I have angel blood? These wings are a result of my manifestation causing changes to my body.”
“Manifestation?”
“Yes. My manifestation has angel wings. Not long after I awoke my manifestation, a painful tattoo etched into my back and this was the result. Thanks to that, even when my soul was sealed away, I was still able to use my wings.”
“… I see… It’s not unfeasible if that’s the case then…”
Dyon tilted his head in confusion, but it was Amphorae who answered.
“There are some cases where manifestations can grow powerful enough to elevate the race of their wielder, Lord Husband.” Amphorae said lightly. “For example, if someone with a weapon spirit cultivates their manifestation to a high enough realm, it isn’t impossible to display some of the prowess of a half sword sprite like the Diasho Clan disciples.”
Dyon’s brows arched in surprise. “So such a thing is possible too… It is still a bit odd though. My angel wings etched into my body quickly, almost too quickly. I had hardly had my manifestation for a few weeks at that point. But, none of the other parts of my manifestation reacted in that way.”
“It’s probably because your manifestation takes yourself as its form. It’s very different from your halos.”
Dyon thought for a bit then accepted it. He hadn’t ever heard of anyone having themselves for their manifestation, but he did.
When Delia evoked her Ice Queen manifestation, it wasn’t actually a reflection of herself, but the originator of her constitution. However, Dyon’s manifestation wasn’t just humanoid, it looked exactly like himself. It shared his personality too… It felt like him, albeit more mature and brooding.
Dyon once more had no choice but to ignore much of this. He was still in the process of comprehending his manifestations, he definitely didn’t need anything more to complicate that process.
“So, what will you teach me today?” Dyon said with a wide grin.
“W-wait, y-you?” It seemed Lillianna had finally gotten over herself enough to notice Amphorae. “You have angel blood! How is that possible?!”
Amphorae only shrugged. It seemed for people who weren’t Dyon, she couldn’t be bothered to speak, let alone explain much of anything.
Lillianna sighed. “This whole family wants to drive me insane. Other than those overgrown Nephilim Clan monstrosities, there shouldn’t be any angel clan blood remaining. Her being here makes no sense at all. And her blood is quite pure at that … Very pure…”