Chapter 483 - 481: You Are Just an Identity-Stealing Morvane

Chapter 483: Chapter 481: You Are Just an Identity-Stealing Morvane

As he spoke, he tucked the bottle securely against his body.

Kaelan then slowly raised his head to look at the Morvane lying in a pool of blood.

"Vesper, when you stole my sister’s Golden Crow Bloodline, you never imagined this day would come, did you? This is retribution. Admit it. You’re not some noble-blooded Golden Crow, and you’re certainly not the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan. You’re just a thief who stole someone else’s identity. You’re nothing but a lowly Morvane."

The hatred in his voice was palpable from the moment he spoke, his tone utterly cold. His fierce eyes held the gaze one would reserve for the dead. No, for a dead bird. He was staring at a dead bird, a dead crow.

The Morvane’s head twitched.

"No... that’s not true... I am a noble-blooded Golden Crow. I am the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan."

"I’m not a crow, I’m a Golden Crow."

A faint voice escaped the Morvane’s beak. Even on the verge of death, she clung to the belief that she was a Golden Crow, refusing to admit she was just a crow who had stolen another’s identity. She had been a Golden Crow for so long, and now she was a crow again. She simply couldn’t accept the fact that she had been a crow all along.

Her identity had always been a sore spot for her.

’She had been born an ugly Morvane, while Kaelan’s sister—that bitch—had awakened the Golden Crow Bloodline.’

’She was from the crow clan; she should have been the one most likely to awaken the Golden Crow Bloodline, yet it was Kaelan’s sister who did. The thought of that bitch lording over her in the future was unbearable. It just so happened that her mother’s clan possessed an Ancient Forbidden Technique that could seize another’s bloodline at the very moment of its awakening and make it one’s own.’

’Giving the Golden Crow Bloodline to that weakling was a complete waste. Her own bloodline was more dominant in the Pavonine Clan’s traits, so the Golden Crow Bloodline could never reach its full potential in her. Only I could maximize the Golden Crow Bloodline’s power and truly awaken as a Three-legged Golden Crow.’

’So, I couldn’t be blamed for taking her bloodline. If anyone was to blame, it was that useless girl. Back when my mother was pregnant with me, it was Kaelan’s mother who had framed my own mother, causing me to be born prematurely. That was why I had failed to awaken the Golden Crow Bloodline. Therefore, that bitch owed me this.’

’I did nothing wrong.’

"I... I did nothing wrong."

"She owed me this."

In the pool of blood on the ground, the Morvane, who was breathing her last, moved her wings, trying to push herself up. But after a couple of flaps, her blood-soaked wings gave out, and she collapsed again.

Kaelan sneered.

"Owed you? What a joke."

"Don’t make excuses for your disgusting actions."

"My mother was kind-hearted. She saved your mother from a Greater Demon. But your mother climbed into my father’s bed, got pregnant, and then tried to frame my mother with it. So who can she blame for her premature labor? You and your mother are vile and vicious. Stop pinning everything on my mother. She was innocent. My mother did make one mistake—her only mistake was saving your black-hearted mother from that Greater Demon. Besides, a crow is a crow. Even if you hadn’t been born prematurely, do you really think you could have become a Golden Crow?"

On the ground, Jocelyn Grant’s body trembled with rage. She could feel her life force fading away.

’She felt like she was dying.’

’No... She didn’t want to die.’

"Save me..."

"Kaelan, if you kill me, Father won’t spare you, and neither will my mother. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life on the run, do you?"

Hearing this, Kaelan let out a loud laugh, but it was a laugh filled with utter desolation.

"Vesper, do you really think I’m afraid of anything at this point?"

"Don’t you worry. I’ll be sending your mother down to join you soon enough. As for now, you can turn to dust."

"No... I’m the Princess of the Golden Crow Clan. I can’t die. Celeste Grant, save me... If you save me... I... I can give you anything you want."

Her voice grew fainter and fainter, as if she was holding on by a single breath.

Jocelyn Grant, having failed to persuade Kaelan, turned to plead with Celeste Grant. But in response to her cry for help, Celeste Grant just sneered and said, "Not interested. Have a safe trip."

’See? She was so kind and amiable in her dealings with others, even wishing her old enemy a safe journey. What could she do? She was just a naturally honest person.’

On the brink of death, Jocelyn Grant said hatefully, "Kaelan... Celeste Grant... Even if I die and become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

Kaelan sneered. "Don’t worry, I won’t give you that chance. After all, your fate is to have your Divine Soul scatter and your body turn to ash. You think you’re worthy of becoming a ghost?"

As his words fell, he raised his hand and gave a light wave. The next moment, the flames symbolizing the Golden Crow on the Morvane’s body were completely extinguished. Her physical form collapsed entirely, like a crow burnt in a fire. A gentle breeze blew past, and she turned to dust, her Primordial Spirit dissipating along with her. Nothing remained.

Utterly and completely dead.

Seeing this, Kaelan dropped straight to his knees.

"Mother, sister."

"Vesper is dead. Her Divine Soul has been annihilated, and she’s turned to ash. Did you see? She’s dead! She’s finally dead! HAHAHA! It’s good that she’s dead, so good. She should have died long ago."

At that moment, Kaelan, a grown man, propped himself up with his hands on the ground and began to weep. Until now, the quest for revenge had been the only thing sustaining him; he didn’t even feel he had the right to cry. Now, he could finally let it all out.

Images of his mother and sister floated before his eyes, followed by his father’s heartlessness and the gruesome deaths of his clansmen.

"Mother, and the spirits of our clan in heaven, please watch over me. This is only the beginning. I will get justice for you all."

Celeste Grant used to think her own life was pretty tragic, but compared to him, it was nothing. This man carried the hatred of an entire clan on his shoulders.

Looking at where the Morvane had turned to ash.

Celeste Grant stood where she was, silent.

Her heart was calm. She felt not a shred of pity for Jocelyn Grant’s death, nor was she particularly happy about it. In the end, it was all her own doing. You reap what you sow; the wheels of justice turn, and retribution is always served. That’s just how it is.

Before, she could still sense Jocelyn Grant’s presence, but now, in this world, her aura was completely gone. Even her Primordial Spirit had utterly dissipated, meaning she had died completely, without a trace.

Celeste Grant could sense that the karmic bond between them had been completely severed. This meant that this time, Jocelyn Grant’s death was final. She wouldn’t be coming back to life again.

’In the past, whenever Jocelyn Grant died, Celeste Grant always had a gut feeling that she wasn’t truly gone. And her intuition always proved right; Jocelyn was indeed hard to kill. But now, that feeling was gone. She felt a wave of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from her, leaving her feeling light all over.’

Standing where she was, Celeste Grant held out her hand, letting a gentle breeze brush across her palm. She murmured, "This time, she’s really dead. I can feel it. The karmic bond between us is completely severed as of now."