Chapter 1326
Hope of Fetal Movement
Upon learning that Eivass had emerged from seclusion, Isabel set aside her duties and rushed over.
Grandet’s engineering team was remarkably efficient. This team, composed almost entirely of Extraordinary individuals, managed to erect the basic structure of a palace in just one week.
Naturally, it couldn’t compare to the original Divine Lord’s palaces in scale or splendor. In terms of decoration, it didn’t even surpass the Silver and Tin Hall on Glass Island. However, it was at least functional.
During Eivass’s seclusion, Isabel, with Sherlock’s assistance, had quickly assembled Wanning’s first batch of leadership. While she admitted to not fully understanding Anxi customs, this turned out to be an advantage. Certain practices she considered cruel and inhumane were viewed as merciful by the Anxi people.
This included the ten-hour workday and a single day off each week.
Despite this discrepancy in perception, Isabel couldn’t bring herself to exploit these former Anxi slaves.
She still believed it was wrong.
This was merely a transitional phase to resolve the mess left by the ancient Anxi Kingdom. At the very least, people needed to adapt to their new environment and settle into a normal life.
If they were overwhelmed with kindness from the outset, but their quality of life didn’t immediately improve due to a lack of infrastructure and chaotic grassroots management, it would be much harder to impose stricter controls on the people of Wanning later on.
The Isabel of today was no longer the naive girl she once was.
She didn’t even need Sherlock’s guidance to know how to handle such matters.
Regarding local customs, she also received assistance from the “Brave,” Isma’i, and the Harpies. Amidst the fervor of the people, the nation of Wanning, which had brought the “Miracle of the Green Lands,” quickly formed a new sense of self-identity.
He was not only the prophesied Savior but also the terrestrial god who had eradicated all Divine Lords and permanently transformed the desert!
Who could resist him? Who dared to resist him? Who would want to resist him?
The answer was no one.
Just as Arthur, after defeating the Giant King, allowed Lancelot to establish the Knight Kingdom of Avalon in his name.
Today, Avalon had been fully integrated into the new Hrasal as a region. And with the birth of the new Hrasal, a new “Avalon” had also emerged.
History truly did repeat itself.
“Does this mean… everything is settled?”
Isabel’s joy was tinged with worry.
She was thrilled that Eivass had succeeded—and before the deadline!
Her worry stemmed from Eivass’s apparent weakness. This was a result of using his Soul as nourishment for the Shepherd’s Method, leading to Soul depletion.
Of course, Eivass had specifically used the Fire Worship Magic to recover before emerging from seclusion.
Otherwise, his battered and near-death appearance would have likely terrified Isabel and perhaps even caused her to have nightmares after he left.
“Tell Grandet I’m heading to the Southern Continent. Regardless of how his evacuation is proceeding, I’ve given him ample time.”
After a moment of closeness with Isabel, replenishing some of his energy, Eivass gently stroked her hair and advised, “You shouldn’t overwork yourself either. Your pregnancy is more than halfway through. While I’m away, remember to protect yourself.”
“Lixia will protect me, and I’m not weak myself…”
Isabel wasn’t worried. She touched her belly and shook her head. “I’m a Fifth Tier Extraordinary, after all. It won’t affect me too much.”
She even asked, “Do you need me to accompany you? I can borrow Lily’s body. Would you feel more at ease with me by your side?”
“I need your intelligence, Lulu.”
Eivass rested his forehead against Isabel’s, murmuring softly, “Wanning is my Great Deed in the Material Realm—defeating the Great Abyss, eradicating the Sin Thorns, turning the desert into an oasis, transforming war into peace, and making what hasn’t happened in a hundred thousand years a reality… This is the realization of a miracle, the impossible made possible.
If someone were to destroy it, it would mean that ‘miracles ultimately cannot overcome the inertia of history,’ signifying the nullification of miracles.
Will you maintain it for me? I don’t have the extra energy to handle other matters and protect Wanning simultaneously. I can’t stay here forever. Yulia is already doing her utmost managing Hrasal; I can only trust you.
“Don’t worry, you silly fox.”
Isabel also stroked Eivass’s head, gently ruffling his hair and cradling his divinely beautiful face in her hands, kissing him on the forehead.
“…I’ll take care of things at home. Go hunt to your heart’s content.”
“You’re so reliable, my little princess.”
Eivass smiled and kissed Isabel deeply.
“I’m already a queen,” Isabel pouted playfully.
“Shouldn’t you be a Sultana?”
Saying this, Eivass kissed Isabel again.
Isabel was not flustered. She hugged Eivass’s head, letting him rest it gently against her abdomen.
“Can you hear it?”
She murmured softly, “I can already faintly feel the rhythm of life.”
It was a very subtle fetal movement.
But to Eivass and Isabel, the trace of this new life was incredibly clear.
Eivass closed his eyes in silence, listening to the rhythmic pulse of life’s beginning.
For some reason, his eyes felt a little moist.
He looked up, feeling as if he had crossed through time.
When did he finally realize that he truly belonged to this World?
Was it when Yulia softly called him ‘brother’?
Was it when the Old Queen gave him that scarf?
Was it when he said, “My lords, please be seated accordingly” in the Round Table Hall?
Was it when he and Isabel were married amidst everyone’s blessings?
Or perhaps, was it all of these?
And now, Eivass once again clearly realized this point.
“It’s wonderful to be alive,” Eivass murmured.
As long as one lived, miracles could be born.
He yearned so desperately to live, to pierce through the veil of nothingness.
He wished so much to overcome the Doomsday and witness the birth of his child with his own eyes.
He thought this, and this only…
This was his [Hope].
It was an unprecedented will to survive, a burgeoning motivation as radiant as the morning sun.
It was…
The power called love.
The path of the Narrator of the Path of Creation, the solo dancer under the moon.
—Is this the love that has surpassed ‘Instinct’?
Eivass mused, gently holding Isabel tighter.
Love always made people soar upwards like sparks, and ascend with the unyielding steadfastness of the rising sun.
When Eivass stood up again, he was filled with determination.
(End of this chapter)
