“T-that… yes, right. You just can’t. You are too weak. That box contains something far above your strength. So, you are bound to die if you open it,” Mordred said with a serious tone.

Zevien smirked and continued walking. “Stop me if you can, but I am going to check it out because I don’t believe you at all.”

Vernisia also started walking beside Zevien and grabbed his hand again. “Alright, let’s see what that box, which I can’t see, contains.”

‘Damn, damn, damn, damn…,’ Mordred cursed inwardly as he saw Zevien and Vernisia moving towards the throne. ‘Wait… the legacy path really won’t stick to that brat, right? He is so damn weak! He can’t be chosen one, no!’

“You should really reconsider this,” Mordred said in a calm voice, unlike his previous behavior. “Opening that box won’t benefit you.”

Zevien paid him no heed anymore and picked up the box from the throne. The moment he touched it, it also became visible to Vernisia.

“So it is this box? It’s so small. What does it even contain?” Vernisia wondered.

“The blood inside me is really going crazy right now,” Zevien said as his whole body was trembling non-stop after he touched the box. “I can’t wait,” he said as he opened the box.

Mordred saw with piercing eyes. ‘Don’t stick to this guy, legacy orb. Don’t!’ He thought as he saw a blood orb floating out of the box with exquisite black, red, and gold patterns over it. The orb was in a semi-liquid form, but the patterns over it remained perfect.

‘Please, no…’ Mordred begged internally, but his hopes turned to dust when he saw the orb entering Zevien’s body with a flash.

“Are you okay?” Vernisia quickly asked as she put her hand over Zevien’s chest, since that’s where the orb entered.

“I’m fine,” Zevien nodded before a frown appeared. “It doesn’t feel like anything entered me. The orb just disappeared.”

A second later, he felt something in his hand and looked at the back of his palm.

“This?” Vernisia was surprised to see a strange symbol on the back of Zevien’s palm. The symbol was blood red in color with black and dark gold patterns. It had three points like a trident, but after that, three-point was a complicatedly woven magic formation of some sort via those patterns.

“Sigh… so you were accepted. Well, whatever. But don’t think of activating that inheritance. You are too weak to activate it,” Mordred sighed. ‘That just means that you will have to die now.’

“How strong do I need to become to activate it?” Zevien asked.

“You at least need to become an Astral Wizard to activate it,” Mordred said before he sighed tiredly. “Anyway, can you leave now? I am really dissatisfied that someone weak like you got the inheritance.”

‘Activate that waypoint, idiots!’ Mordred screamed inwardly.

…

“How long, Mordred?” Morgana said with intense coldness and killing intent in her eyes. She was standing at the waypoint of her vampire castle, ready to teleport whenever Zevien and Vernisia activated the waypoint.

“They are moving towards the waypoint,” Mordred said obediently. “Your highness, it’s really not my fault. That brat could see that box, and even had master’s blood and transformed into a vampire.”

“What’s done is done,” Morgana said indifferently, but her eyes were still filled with killing intent. “The moment they activate the waypoint, I will go there before they could teleport and kill them. The inheritance will naturally leave that boy’s body after he dies.”

“No, your highness! You can’t kill him like that,” Mordred quickly said. “You have to snatch the inheritance from his body forcefully first. If you kill him before, then the inheritance will also disappear with him. That’s how legacy orb works!”

“Tsk,” Morgana clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Get ready, your highness. They are just a few steps away.”

Morgana put her palm on the crystal orb of her waypoint and infused mana as it shined. She saw a map with many shining blue dots, but there was one gray dot among them, and it was the waypoint that Zevien and Vernisia were going to activate.

…

“Go, go! Sigh…” Mordred kept acting sad and dissatisfied.

However, Zevien and Vernisia smiled and didn’t activate the waypoint right away. They just stood inside the waypoint’s structure and looked at Mordred.

“Mordred, so what was your purpose?” Vernisia asked with narrowed eyes.

“What? What purpose?” Mordred was surprised.

“We were sure of one thing when you wanted us to enter this castle: a purpose,” Zevien said with a smile. “But you seem to have forgotten it, no?”

“Hmph, what are you talking about?” Mordred snorted in annoyance. “I wanted to check if you were suitable for the legacy or not. That was my purpose.”

“Then why are you dissatisfied now?” Vernisia asked as she raised her eyebrows. “Zevien fulfilled your wish. He got the inheritance of your master.”

“Bah! That’s because I wanted other candidates… Oh, screw it. There’s no point in explaining it now. You got the legacy, so you can get out now. I will also disappear soon since you got the legacy,” Mordred said as he started turning fainter. “See?”

Mordred was going to say that candidates could come here via that waypoint in his bullshit story, but if he uttered something about the waypoint, these two might catch on something, so he stopped.

‘Phew… it was a close call,’ Mordred thought while sweating inwardly. However, the next second, he was startled. “Why are you not activating the waypoint?”

“Because there’s no need,” Zevien grinned.

…

“Your highness… they are not activating waypoint,” Mordred said with a pitiful expression.

Morgana’s body shuddered with anger as she disappeared. She had activated a waypoint to teleport somewhere else.

‘Since they are not activating it, then it means they found a way to leave that abyss. Hmm, I need to wait for them outside that abyss,’ Morgana thought as she flew with her full power towards the Blood Monarch’s Abyss.

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