NABC Chapter 550
Chapter 550
Chapter 550: Chapter 429: Family Reunion_2 Chapter 550: Chapter 429: Family Reunion_2 Moreover, with Miss Meg’s exceedingly high status in Avalon, it was all the rarer for her to make a request, which hadn’t happened in over a decade.
Naturally, Arthur took it even more seriously, persistently urging Sherlock to agree with Miss Meg’s suggestion.
At that time, Sherlock was somewhat rebellious—he had no interest in authority, only in pursuing the truth.
Just as Aiwass had once been blinded by the impulse of the Path of Transcendence, Sherlock had become stubborn due to his strong affinity for the Path of Wisdom.
“Sherlock was quite mischievous as a child, but the family was rather liberal.
Both his mother and father had rather mild personalities,”
Mycroft said with a sense of helplessness, “As a result, the family always let him follow his various interests and hobbies...
But that was a serious matter, so his father became very strict.
...
And because it was a secret mission, he couldn’t explain the true significance behind it to Sherlock.”
“It was during Sherlock’s most spirited years.
He was crazed with learning knowledge about the Path of Wisdom in the school library, and he also excitedly came to discuss it with me,”
Mycroft reminisced softly, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
“Sherlock was extremely angry at his father’s interference, and even incredulous—as if he had been betrayed by his own family.
But I actually knew that it was fundamentally a misunderstanding caused by the secrecy of the mission that couldn’t be shared with the family...
after all, if Sherlock truly disagreed, his father couldn’t have dragged him there.”
With a sense of resignation, Mycroft said, “But after that, Miss Meg never took in any apprentices again.
No matter what kind of genius emerged from the school, she just didn’t see them as fit— and you know the rest.”
“...’The Supreme Glory’ project?”
Ligeia murmured, with a hint of lamentation, “So that’s what it was all about...”
She glanced at Aiwass and Isabel, both looking somewhat confused, and then proceeded to explain to them in detail.
The project actually referred to Miss Meg’s advance promotion to Sixth Power Level.
Miss Meg could actually have lived quite a bit longer.
With the use of various life-prolonging rituals and artifacts, she could have made it for at least another twenty years.
Of course, in the later years, it’s estimated that not much of her combat strength would remain.
But at least she could serve as a visible banner, exerting a deterrent effect.
Even though she would become progressively weaker due to continuous aging...
as long as there was a suitable successor, she actually didn’t need to worry too much about Avalon’s future.
But if a suitable successor couldn’t be found, she would have to prepare for the promotion while her body was still robust and her mental state was reasonably good.
The longer she delayed, the lower the possibility of successful promotion.
While being stubborn, he also felt regret, wanting to casually make some major sacrifices and changes to show he had admitted his mistake.
It was only after Aiwass had coaxed him for a long time and given him a new profession that Sherlock’s spirit had begun to lift.
At that moment, Aiwass vaguely sensed that Sherlock was craving failure.
But he didn’t know the reason behind it.
Now Aiwass finally understood—looking back, Sherlock had finally grasped the mistakes he had made in his youth.
He didn’t know how to make amends for his errors, and Sherlock’s pride made it hard for him to swallow his pride, wishing to find another way to compensate but...
he didn’t want to, and didn’t dare, go back and apologize.
In fact, by this time, Sherlock already knew he was wrong.
He just lacked a way down.
If he could make a sacrifice for Aiwass and Isabel during the promotion ceremony, that could serve as a step down—taking the opportunity to declare that his detective career was merely a personal hobby, and now he wanted to return to the path of the Legal Mage.
But Sherlock hadn’t really given up on being a detective.
He merely saw it as a form of sacrifice to fill the guilt of his youthful recklessness that had almost caused a great disaster.
It was like pinching oneself when having a headache, listening to sorrowful songs after a heartbreak.
Using pain to relieve pain.
Using harm to numb the hurt.
“Don’t know who talked him through it,” Aiwass couldn’t refrain from saying, “I really should thank him.”
“Indeed,”
Mycroft said with a smile, “And now Sherlock looks like a little child again...
so adorable.
Father and mother seem to have gotten younger by a decade.
I haven’t seen such a harmonious scene at home for a long time, and it’s been many, many years since we’ve had such a reunion for the New Year.”
“If Your Highness has no other business, I shall be taking my leave to celebrate the New Year.”
He said almost boastfully relaxed.
Happy for Sherlock’s change, and for the family’s happiness.
Even Aiwass and Isabel couldn’t help but smile joyfully.
“Alright, go on then,”
Isabel said with a laugh, “Take my blessings—with my regards to Sherlock and Arthur.”
Watching the young queen’s bright and generous smile, Mycroft gave Aiwass a thoughtful look, then nodded cheerfully:
“Will do, will do.”
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