What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?

Xifuleya chuckled and said, "Didn't mom see it? Even if all of us worked together, we couldn't beat him."

Mrs. Kenfield's eyes twitched. She didn't want to talk to her daughter whose mind was full of that thing anymore.

…

In the present world, Eros had just returned to his room and put away the crystal ornaments when there was a knock on the door, followed by a soft royal sister's voice.

"Master! It's time for dinner!"

"Coming!" Eros immediately responded after hearing Isabella's call.

When he came out of the door, Eros looked at the tall and graceful Isabella in front of him and patted her.

Fortunately, he didn't use much strength and the noise was very low, so he wasn't worried about being heard by the girls in the next room.

Isabella, who was slapped for no reason, bit her lower lip with her teeth and forced herself to suppress the moan from her nose, so as not to lose her composure.

"Master!" Isabella said in a low voice.

Eros chuckled, then quickly adjusted the expression on his face and calmly opened the door to the next room.

In the living room next door, all the girls were already seated, waiting for him.

Eros didn't delay and quickly took a seat.

After the family finished dinner, they sat on the sofa.

Estelle did not read tonight, but sat there trying to gather the spiritual power emanating from her.

Since his mother had just been promoted and the spiritual power in her body was unstable, Eros did not tell her that she also had the bloodline of night.

He planned to wait until his mother's spiritual power was completely stabilized to avoid any accidents.

It was late at night, and Wendini was sleeping soundly in her room, hugging her pillow, on the balcony outside the living room.

Eros moved a chair with a backrest and sat on the balcony, looking at the starry night sky beyond the dark sea.

He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, one hand unconsciously playing with Cynthia's long silver hair, looking deep into the distance, speechless for a long time.

After a long while, Eros finally spoke and murmured, "Cynthia, do you know what kind of person the ancestor is... a god?"

His voice was so soft that it only echoed within the spiritual wall beside him.

Cynthia did not answer this question immediately. After a long time, she took some time to shake her head and answered:

"In the Second Era, I am not qualified to have close contact with the night."

"So most of what I know about Him comes from hearsay."

"If the master wants to understand Him, he should ask the three artifacts. They are the beings closest to the night and should be the ones who understand the night best."

"Why are you asking about the master all of a sudden?"

In the soul space, Barbara withdrew her gaze from the corner of Cynthia's mouth and asked with a hint of curiosity in her clear voice.

Eros smiled and sighed softly:

“It just feels like the ancestors are wrapped in a layer of mist, making it hard to see clearly.”

Upon hearing this, Barbara replied as a matter of course:

"The Master holds secret authority. Everything about Him is covered in secrecy. Others will definitely not be able to see clearly."

"Oh! That's right!" Eros smiled and shook his head.

Barbara looked at Eros with a strange expression. She always felt that Eros was a little different today.

Is it because Cynthia agreed to that today?

Cynthia was once a real god after all, and her actions like that could indeed have caused great repercussions for Eros.

Time passed by minute by minute in this quiet and comfortable atmosphere. Suddenly, green sprouts sprouted from the wooden chair where Eros was sitting.

But soon, the green bud withered and died quickly and disappeared. The scene just now seemed like an illusion.

Eros reached out and gently stroked Cynthia's back, but Cynthia remained silent.

…

The next morning, Undine woke up from a drowsy sleep, yawned, skillfully slapped Eros' hand away, and sat up straight on the bed.

Feeling the slightly dazzling light in the early morning, Wendini squinted his eyes and calmed himself.

The soft golden hair cascaded over her bare white shoulders, making her look charming and lazy at the moment.

Wendini raised her arms and stretched gracefully. After doing this movement.

She rubbed her still sleepy eyes with one hand and pushed Eros with the other, her voice vague and soft:

"Wake up~ um~"

Feeling the movement on his shoulder, Eros, who had not slept much all night, opened his eyes.

"Get up and wash up." At this time, Wendini spoke again.

But all she got in response were two hands and the fate of being treated as a human pillow.

Eros stretched out his arms and hugged Undine's soft and delicate waist, and with a little force, he pulled her back into the quilt after she sat up from the bed.

Undine uttered a cry, then her body returned to the warm bed, her head touching Eros' broad chest.

Undine blinked, puffed out her cheeks, and muttered:

"What a lazy pig!"

As she said this, she slowly closed her eyes and prepared to take another nap.

However, when she woke up again, Eros was no longer around her.

Wendini sat at the head of the bed, looking at the empty pillow, her little head a little confused for a moment.

At this moment, a counter-attack call came from the living room outside the door:

"Wendini!!! It's time to get up, wash up and have breakfast. Mom is waiting for you. Are you a pig? How can you sleep so well?"

Wendini was angry and gritted his teeth. Damn it, who is the pig?

Angrily, Wendini threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and walked towards the independent bathroom in the bedroom.

She decided that no matter what Eros said this morning, she would ignore him.

In the living room, Eros's mouth curled up as he listened to the noise coming from the bathroom in the house.

It's really fun~

Not long after Undine finished washing up and having breakfast, Deacon Isa arrived at the Moor Manor in a carriage.

The purpose of his coming here today was naturally to take Eros and his group to the shipyard to learn how to operate the ironclad ship.

Inside the room, looking at Deacon Isa who had already explained the purpose of his trip, Eros turned his head and looked at Undini with a faint smile on his face:

"If you don't reply to me, I'll just assume you're not going!"

"No! I want to go too!"

Undine's plan failed in an instant, and her decision to ignore Eros this morning only lasted for forty minutes.

In this way, the seven of them all got on Deacon Isa's carriage and drove towards the dock together.

This study lasted for three days, and during these three days they ate and lived on the giant steel structure which was more than 200 meters long.

To be honest, Eros felt that he had underestimated the ironclad ship in front of him.

It is much more difficult to operate it than you imagined.

For example, now the church has arranged more than one hundred sailors on this ship, which makes the ship as easy to use as its own arm.

You have to know that these more than one hundred sailors are all sorcerers, and one of them can serve as dozens or even hundreds of ordinary people.

If ordinary people were to operate this ship, wouldn't it probably require one or two thousand people?

Fortunately, Eros's requirements were not high. As long as the ship could be driven away and its guns could be used to launch an attack, it would be enough.