The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1297

Chapter 1297: New heir Chapter 1297: New heir “I found you.” Meylin could not help but tremble as she heard those words.

Standing before her was the young man who had been by her side during the last moments in Aether.

It was the exact same face she remembered, but now, there was something different.

She gazed into Cain’s eyes and saw the weight of responsibility, the passage of sorrow and hardship that could have broken anyone else.

Yet, he stood immutable, strong, and steady, regardless of the calamities that had arisen.

Cain extended his right hand toward her.

Without hesitation, Meylin grasped it, allowing him to help her rise from the ground.

She lunged forward the moment she was on her feet, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace.

She held him with all her strength as if fearing he might vanish if she let go.

A flash of surprise crossed Cain’s face at her sudden reaction, but it quickly softened into a gentle smile.

He returned the hug, holding her close.

Although she had changed a lot-in many aspects, she was even more beautiful now-for him, she was still that wild and determined young girl he had met in the military academy, with whom he had faced all sorts of obstacles.  It was a genuinely emotional moment, a reunion that both had longed for.

Their silence spoke volumes, and each found comfort in the other’s presence.

At least, it was peaceful until someone decided to intervene.

“Oh, so you two are lovers.

Good, that makes the decision even easier,” the Demon King remarked, his voice echoing through the hall.

It was evident that the Demon King had been isolated for millions of years; he clearly did not know how to pick up on social cues or read the room.

Cain and Meylin broke their hug, both showing awkward expressions as they processed the Demon King’s words.

Although they had developed feelings for each other, Meylin’s time in Aether had ended before they could truly act upon them.

The sudden labeling of their relationship caught them off guard.

Cain glanced at Meylin with a wide smile.

Turning back to the Demon King, he nodded.

“Yes, we are.

Actually, the main reason I came here was to find her.” He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

Turning back to Meylin, he gave her a playful yet reprimanding look.

“Which would have been much easier if a certain person would have reacted to my name when she learned about it.” Cain wasn’t truly angry, but confusion lingered.

The reason he had used his real name upon arriving in this world was to draw Beelze’s attention.

Meylin had clearly heard it, yet she hadn’t approached him.

He would have understood if she had decided not to continue their relationship, but that didn’t seem to be the case.  Meylin met his gaze before releasing a small sigh.

“It was related to the prophecy of the Demon King’s Castle,” she explained.

A sharp light appeared in Cain’s eyes as he heard those words.

He listened carefully and wasn’t alone; even the Demon King paid close attention to the young woman’s explanation.

“What you and the others heard from Lady Alume was false,” Meylin continued.

“The true prophecy goes like this: ‘As they enter the domain of the king of darkness, the child of the sun will close his eyes, the dragon from a distant land will fall to the ground, and the daughter of the moon will weep.'” Cain’s eyes widened in realization.

The prophecy was the complete opposite of what Lady Alume had depicted.

It spelled doom for the Tiamat Sect and the Sun Church.

It also seemed to entail wounds for the Moon Cult, but of a lesser scale.

“Was Lady Alume willing to take small wounds to cripple the other two?” Cain mused aloud, trying to piece together the puzzle.

The manipulation of such a prophecy suggested a deeper strategy at play, one that involved sacrificing a pawn to gain a greater advantage.

He shook his head, frustration evident.

“The information we have is too limited.

There’s no way to fully understand her motives right now.” Despite the newfound understanding regarding Meylin’s secrecy, Cain realized there were still many unanswered questions.

Up to this moment, he had yet to comprehend how Beelze-the Meylin he knew-had become the Sacred Saintess of the Three Moons of the Crimson World.

Before they could delve deeper into the conversation, the Demon King cleared his throat or made a sound that served the same purpose.

“I know you two have a lot of catching up to do, but we must address more pressing matters first,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“The Primeval World will close soon, and it will expel you once it happens.

There are many things to do before that occurs.” Cain and Meylin exchanged a glance, recognizing the urgency in his words.

They shared a profound nod, silently agreeing to set aside their personal matters for the time being.

Together, they walked toward the massive throne where the Demon King awaited.

The Demon King’s left eye focused intently on them before turning his attention specifically to Meylin.

“I will now pass the Prima Depravita Inheritance to you and help you take the first step into becoming a Prima Depravita,” he announced.

“Once that is completed, my chains will break.” Meylin adopted a solemn expression, her eyes reflecting determination.

She nodded, steeling herself for the task ahead.

Although the way she got chosen as the heir was not exactly the best, she was thrilled to obtain such immense power as it was clear that becoming a Prima Depravita would improve every aspect of her existence and allow her to rise beyond her wildest dreams.  The Demon King seemed satisfied with her resolve.

“Good,” he said, his voice echoing with ancient power.

He then shifted his gaze to Cain, and after a moment, he focused on the cocoon that held the Sun Lord’s incarnation as coldness arose in his left eye.