Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 159

Every Wolf knew the legend of the Holy Grail.

Long ago, a young Prima would lie on her mother’s knee, listening as she and her friends casually chatted about some ancient family legends. But these vague and fantastical “world-conquering” tales were far less interesting to them than some secret love stories. They would tell these stories only to amuse the children present.

But little Prima wasn’t interested in conquering the world. She preferred romantic tales of princes and princesses and always lost interest halfway, begging for more details about “the princess’s life after marrying in the palace.”

So, when Louis told her that Khalif had been trying to capture or create the Holy Grail all this time, she was too shocked to speak.

“But isn’t that a myth?” Prima asked, almost pleading. “Like the Singing Barn, the Fountain of Youth, and the Deep Sea Treasures—stories people made up in the past. How could something like the World Dragon, the Holy Grail, and other things exist in this world?”

“I don’t know if the World Dragon exists, but the traces of the Holy Grail and the Lamp Bearers have never disappeared.” Charlie spoke very softly, as if afraid of disturbing something sleeping beside him. “Twenty-five years ago… you were very young then, and you wouldn’t remember this, and no one would have told you specifically. The Lamp Bearers appeared in a small town in the east that winter.”

In the old Wolf Family warehouse, there were at least three items that could track the Lamp Bearers. On that day, the warehouse keeper noticed something unusual. Within an hour, Khalif and two loyal Elders received the news and rushed over personally.

However, due to limited transportation conditions at the time, by the time they arrived, most of the traces had disappeared. The room where the newborn had been was covered in blood, and everyone in the house was dead. They couldn’t find the newborn’s body and couldn’t separate the blood from the baby’s in that blood-soaked hell. Most importantly, the Lamp Bearers had already left. For several years, Khalif suspected that those immortal beings had killed everyone and taken the Holy Grail.

Because the Lamp Bearers weren’t under human control, their sole purpose was to seek and serve their master, the World Dragon. This was why Khalif and others like Lestrop tried to start with pure, innocent infants. If left to grow freely, the Holy Grail would realize that it had a choice between the Wolf and the Lamp Bearers.

But after several years with no signs of the World Dragon’s awakening on any continent, Khalif concluded that the Holy Grail had perished back then and gave up the pursuit, instead turning instead to creating the Holy Grail. During this period, the Elder positions changed several times. After Louis and a new generation of leaders rose, Khalif’s close confidants who had accompanied him to the small town had all died. For some hidden psychological reason, he never chose another confidant to share this secret.

“Creating the Holy Grail.” Prima covered her face with her hands, but tears still flowed through her fingers to her wrists.

“Why call it that? What is the Holy Grail? Aren’t those children? Born and raised, but not even having a chance to open their eyes.” She trembled violently as she cried. “He—they killed so many children and women…”

Charlie watched Prima cry, feeling as if he were seeing himself and Louis as children, lying in bed and questioning each other.

Are we human? We look like everyone else.

But our blood is different. Our blood can awaken a demon…

If we’re human, why do we have this blood?

If we’re not human, why do we have mouths that speak, eyes that gaze, ears that listen, minds that fear, and limbs that can flee?

Charlie reached across the table and gently pushed Prima’s fallen brown hair back.

“Don’t cry, Prima,” he said softly. “You can’t change what has already happened, and neither can I.”

The Holy Grail was Khalif’s key to his ideal path. But as his attempts continued to fail and time relentlessly marched on, he suddenly realized that even if the experiment succeeded immediately and the Holy Grail was born safely, it would still take a long time to raise it until its body (blood) was sufficient to awaken and continuously feed the World Dragon. Meanwhile, his hair had begun to fall out, his teeth had loosened, and what used to be easy, intense fights and endless work had become increasingly difficult.

He needed more time or a body and spirit that matched his strength. He might have tried more than one method because many people in history had similar thoughts: changing their own existence to live longer, merging with hard substances like rock or steel; pursuing the witches’ evil methods to stay eternally young; or constantly transferring their soul, like a terrifying tenant, into ideal bodies.

“This is just my personal speculation. Only he knows the truth. But I can tell you clearly, there is no true immortality. Changing oneself and abandoning human identity can extend life, but what is the point of a stone breathing for a long time? Witches may always look young and beautiful, but that’s either an illusion or superficial. Even if their faces remain as bright as sixteen-year-old girls, their joints and internal organs will age, unable to match their youthful appearance.” Charlie said, “In the end, he chose the time magic you saw. Perhaps the Monkey had a hand in it. Xanye’s role is more than just a mistress. She has been pushing the whole magic plan.”

Prima was crying to the point of exhaustion. She weakly shook her head and managed to drink the large, sweetened cold tea.

“Father never trusted the Monkey, even though their connection is unprecedentedly close now. That’s why Xanye didn’t enter those rooms with him last night.” Prima’s thoughts were inevitably confused, but she had long seen some things clearly without much thought.

“Assuming the legend is true, the bloodline that can awaken the power must come from a Wolf. The Monkey has no reason to assist him selflessly.” Prima didn’t want to mention the Holy Grail anymore. She rarely wiped her nose ungracefully in front of “Louis”. “They must have an agenda…” As she spoke, Prima suddenly widened her eyes.

She couldn’t help but think, could Xanye want a child with Khalif’s bloodline?

According to their patrilineal tradition, if Xanye were pregnant, it would undoubtedly be a “Wolf”.

Prima shivered. At this moment, she didn’t want to explore whether Xanye intended to use her child for the Holy Grail experiment or to infiltrate the Wolves as a wedge for the Monkeys. Either way, it confirmed to her that the woman was insane.

Then she laughed at herself. Her father was getting along with such a madwoman, which showed that he was also a madman.

A madman who had trampled on countless innocent lives.

Prima drank nearly half a pot of tea, seemingly trying to replenish all her tears in one go. Finally, she put the empty cup back on the saucer. The force made a crisp sound that startled even herself.

“You told me all this, Louis.” She finally calmed down, beginning to think about why Louis knew so much.

“Is it because you have been investigating all this? That magic in my house’s basement…” Although she was somewhat prepared, facing reality was still difficult. Prima struggled to find the right words. “Is it also something so evil?”

Charlie said, “Time magic is one of the most profound fields in magic. To my knowledge, only two highly respected professors have successfully conducted time reversal experiments for academic purposes. I guess the Monkey couldn’t access nor had the patience to follow the two professors’ principles, instead trying to break those principles. Everyone knows the cost of shortcuts in magic.”

“Is there a way to stop it?” Prima blurted out.

Charlie raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. If Prima’s kindness, sensibility, and tranquility were inherited from her mother, then her courage and decisiveness undoubtedly had the shadow of a young Khalif.

He didn’t answer immediately but pondered for a moment. Prima knew Louis was assessing her and leaned forward anxiously, her expression a rare instance of seriousness. “I’m serious, Louis. Father… no matter what, he has reached this point, and any advice is bound to fail. Besides, he has killed so many innocent people. If God can’t make him repent, then stopping him from becoming a demon is the only way I can redeem him as his daughter.”

“I absolutely can’t kill him, nor do I have the power to do so.” Prima almost cried again but held back. “But if… if there is anything I can do to help.”

This was a promise far beyond Charlie’s expectations.

Charlie sighed for the second time. “That basement is crucial. I need detailed information about it. But my hesitation is not about doubting your resolve. It’s about your safety.”

Prima looked at him.

“From your description, I guess that magic is actually time reversal, affecting a limited space and also the human body. The theory of finding gaps in time to leap through isn’t new. What is strictly forbidden is applying magic to living beings. The result is what you saw: he briefly reverted to his younger self. But this isn’t allowed by natural laws, causing him immense pain during the magic activation, needing potent drugs to numb his senses and endure it because his body instinctively rejects this change.”

“If each door has another life form supporting it, then the door with the least rejection is likely the one with the closest bloodline to him. This conclusion doesn’t even need deduction. Magic has a complete set of verifiable theories for this.” Charlie hadn’t wanted to say so much, but Prima’s courage far exceeded his expectations. He felt she deserved to know everything.

“Do you remember how many siblings you have, Prima? How many are still by your father’s side?” Charlie finally asked her the most brutal question of the day.

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