Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 490: It’s Too Late For Me To Act As His Father

Vincent might be strong and could fight against strong opponents, but his specialty wasn't fighting anyone.

He was the Conqueror, and his ability was to make a territory become part of his territory.

It was similar to real-time strategy games where people built their bases on territories that were rich with resources.

The more bases and resources one had, the more advantage one would have over their enemies in the long run.

This would also allow their side to train more troops and, in turn, form bigger armies, for they had sufficient resources to keep them on the battlefield.

The Realm of Saraqael was like that.

Beings from different dimensions and races wanted a piece of this bountiful land for themselves.

It was for this reason that everyone constantly battled each other. However, Vincent's role was to capture the territories of others.

Only those who had the ability of Conquerors could put a territory under their control. But that wasn't all.

Whenever Conquerors and their allies fought in their own territories, they would gain a boost in physical strength and magic power, similar to the boost gained from the spell Magna Amplifico.

For beings who were already powerful, any kind of power-up was a very important factor when it came to wars.

Vincent's Brother and Ethan's Father specialized in fighting.

The latter was hailed as the Executioner because he was one of the strongest Humans fighting on the side of the Devils.

This was also why, when the two Archdevils saw him, they felt emboldened and immediately returned to Vincent's side, acting like they had been fighting with their lives on the line earlier.

Also, since the Island that they were fighting on was part of Vincent's territory, the power of the Executioner received a boost, allowing him to fight many opponents without too many problems.

"Grand Aria."

The moment the man with long black hair muttered those two words, the Archdevils knew that a one-sided massacre was about to take place.

The Shadow Worlders, Demons, and Formorians all screamed as their bodies were stabbed, slashed, and cut by the countless black swords that had trapped them inside a slaughterhouse.

The Balor, whom Vincent had fought earlier, was resisting with all of his might, but he knew that staying inside the Domain was suicide.

Knowing this, he put all of his power into escaping by flying in the direction he had come from. He used everything in his power to block and deflect all the black swords that were flying in his direction.

After several minutes of desperation, he managed to break through.

But before he could even celebrate, his world suddenly spun uncontrollably.

"Y-You…" the Balor muttered the moment he realized what had happened.

The Executioner was standing behind his body, which was now missing a head.

Not long after, his body was cut in half and then reduced to ashes, blown away by the wind and never to be seen again.

"It's over," the black-haired man declared as he dispersed his Sword Domain, making pieces of flesh and blood fall into the seawater around the island.

"As expected of the Executioner," one of the Archdevils commented.

"Right." the other Archdevil sighed. "They never stood a chance."

Vincent also felt relieved, knowing that he would get to live another day. He really thought that he was a goner. After all, there was no way he could have fought against that many powerhouses all by himself.

After making sure that there were no longer enemies in sight, the Black-haired Man turned around, about to leave the place.

But, before he could make a move, Vincent grabbed hold of his wrist, holding him in place.

"Aren't you going to stay to greet your son?" Vincent asked.

"We will eventually meet once he has proven himself worthy," Ethan's Father replied. "Besides, Catherine will be here when he wakes up. That is enough."

"Seriously, can't you just let him see you at least once?" Vincent insisted.

"When he has proven himself worthy, then yes." Ethan's Father replied before prying Vincent's hold off his wrist. "Besides, it's too late for me to act as his Father."

The black-haired man gave his son a side-long glance before looking at the two Archdevils, who immediately stood in attention under his gaze.

"Stay and guard my wife and son. Make sure they are safe. Understood?"

""Yes, Your Excellency!""

Without another word, Ethan's Father flew away to fight on another battlefield.

The battles were always constant in the World of Saraqael, and the sooner he wiped out his enemies, the safer their territories in the world of Midgard would be as well.

Vincent could only sigh as he looked at his stubborn brother from a distance.

"Well, I guess they can still meet in the future," Vincent muttered before descending a few meters away from his wife, who was single-handedly maintaining the power of the Magic Circle.

Catherine looked at her son fondly but held back the urge to hold him in her arms.

Right now, his Astral Body was in a precarious situation, so she didn't dare touch him so casually.

"Your husband is so stubborn, sister," Cliodhna complained. "He should have stayed behind and shared a word or two with his son."

"You know how he is," Catherine replied. "He's not good with words. He has always been like that."

Cliodhna could only shake her head helplessly because she knew that her sister was right.

That person was indeed very unsociable.

Even today, she wondered how he had been able to win Catherine's love despite being standoffish.

A few minutes later, Ethan's eyebrows fluttered, which was a sign that he was about to wake up.

Despite waiting for this moment for a very long time, Catherine couldn't help but feel anxious because she didn't know how her son would react after seeing her.

She didn't know if Ethan would be angry or sad.

She didn't know if he would scream and blame her for leaving him behind.

What she did to his magical circuits was already unforgivable.

Because the moment they were destroyed, that person would never be able to use magic again.

At that time, it was her and her husband's only way to protect him. But, looking at him now, it dawned upon her that even a destroyed Magic Circuit was not enough to keep him away from his destiny.

For a brief moment, Catherine thought of fleeing in the direction her husband had gone because she suddenly got cold feet.

But after seeing her sister's glare, she became rooted to the spot.

'Even if he becomes angry, I will not run away,' Catherine vowed as she prepared herself for being hated by her one and only son.

Although it was going to be heartbreaking, she knew that she deserved it for leaving him behind.

Just as she was mulling over these negative thoughts, Ethan's eyes slowly opened.

His gaze was unsteady, but the first person he saw was Cliodhna. A second later, his face moved sideways to look at Catherine, making the beautiful lady with long blue hair almost stop breathing when her son's gaze held her own.

"Mother?" Ethan asked.

The moment that the young man called her mother, Catherine was no longer able to hold herself back. She hugged him, crying loudly.

She had waited many years for her son to call her mother, and now that it happened, all the emotions that she had been bottling up since the two of them parted, finally rose to the surface.

Vincent and Cliodhna looked at the crying woman and sighed in their hearts.

They knew how much Catherine had suffered due to her separation from Ethan, and now that they had reunited, she would never be the same again.

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