Wizard World Irregular-Chapter 689 Fate Works In Mysterious Ways [Part 2]

While the spectators were enjoying the battle between father and son, things were getting more intense in the arena.

Ethan was slowly being pushed back by his father, who had increased the strength and intensity of his blows.

He, on the other hand, didn’t increase his strength and retained his current power.

The young man had fought many strong people in the past, so it didn’t matter even if Lleu was stronger than him.

Right now, Ethan was trying to understand how he could fight by using only his current strength without relying on magic, his other weapons, as well as the power of his Resonance.

The Power of Trickery was not the only thing Ashmedai gave to Ethan.

No.

He also gave Ethan several sets of Martial Skills that could be used with or without weapons.

Right now, the young man was using one of those skills, making use of Lleu as a powerful training dummy to refine it.

Perhaps, Lleu also sensed what Ethan was doing, so he raised his strength up a notch.

Instead of taking a step back, Ethan was now forced to take three steps back and skid farther.

Even so, he held on and fought Lleu with everything he had.

His senses, as well as his reflexes, were now faster, and the more they fought, the more he understood that the Valentin Family’s Martial Arts were truly amazing.

No moves were wasted.

Each blow was done with maximum efficiency, and if Ethan were to make a single mistake, Lleu’s sword might pierce through his body and seriously injure him.

With his life hanging in the balance, and the blood of the Tidebringer and Ashmedai pumping inside his body, Ethan was able to barely survive each clash.

He knew that his father wasn’t using his full power, but he was still quite impressed by how strong he was.

After fighting for nearly half an hour, Ethan distanced himself from his father and lowered the tip of his spear to point at the ground.

He was already panting for breath, and his sweat was falling like rain.

Lleu didn’t make a move to attack him, knowing that Ethan already had enough.

“You did well surviving for eighteen years,” Lleu said as the sword in his hand disappeared. “I’m glad you were raised in a loving family, and I apologize because your mother and I weren’t there when you needed us the most.

“We were far too weak and helpless back then. If not, we wouldn’t have abandoned you and let you be raised by strangers. I know that you might not forgive me or your mother anytime soon.

“But know this. We did everything in our power to keep our family together. It just wasn't meant to be. We weren’t strong enough to protect you. Even now, we’re still not strong enough to protect you.

“So, Ethan, before you decide to fix your Magic Circuits, make sure that you already have the power to protect yourself. Because I’m afraid that this time, Catherine will not cast you away again and might die trying to protect you.

“You’re still young, so you have a lot of time to grow. Do not rush things, and enjoy your youth. When the time comes and you’re ready to stand on the same stage as ours, come back to Caer Wydion. The World of Saraqael will be open to you.”

Catherine, who was watching from the stands, couldn’t help but open her mouth wide.

Even Joanne’s grandparents had the same expressions on their faces.

“That’s the first time I heard him talk that much,” Ethan’s grandmother commented. “How about you, dear?”

“It’s also a first for me,” Catherine replied. “You know how he is, Mother. He is like a rock who won’t budge unless you kick him.”

Ethan’s grandfather chuckled before patting his wife’s shoulder.

“Let’s go back,” Ethan’s Grandfather said. “We can’t stay here for long.”

The beautiful lady sighed but still nodded her head in agreement.

“We’ll hold the fort while you spend some time with your son, Catherine,” Ethan’s Grandma said. “Take as much time as you want. You don’t need to hurry back to the Lands of Saraqael.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Catherine replied with a smile.

A second later, the two people disappeared, making Wallace, who had sensed their arrival, frown.

Ethan’s grandfather looked familiar, and he felt like he had seen him somewhere before.

Due to his strong mental power and memory, it only took him a minute to recall the middle-aged man’s identity, and what he discovered shocked him to the core.

After this realization, the frown on his face disappeared and was replaced by a solemn gaze.

He didn’t know what he should do with the information that he had discovered.

If he were to expose it to the world, Ethan would live a very difficult life, and he didn’t want that to happen.

In the end, Wallace smiled bitterly and decided to keep the secret firmly locked in his heart until the day that Ethan would come to know about it.

‘The world is not ready for this yet,’ Wallace thought. ‘First, the Fomorians, then the Milesians, and now this… my adopted son is going to have rough days in the future.’

Wallace then shifted his gaze to the father and son pair, who had finally finished talking to each other.

Lleu walked away without even a second glance and disappeared into the dark hallway of the arena.

Ethan, on the other hand, raised his trident towards the sky, making the Protector Clans cheer.

They had seen his strength and fully recognized him as their Young Master.

Lleu decided to meet his son in the Coliseum because he wanted to let the Protector Clans see how strong the young man really was.

This allowed them to have some peace of mind, for they were now assured that Ethan wasn’t a pushover and would be able to survive even if they were not there to protect him.

Of course, they had every intention to guard him with everything they had.

Still, knowing that the person that they were trying to protect wasn’t a damsel in distress gave them a sense of assurance and security.

Now that he had finally met and talked with his parents, Ethan felt a lot calmer and at peace in his heart.

After knowing the real reason why he had been abandoned, he couldn’t help but sympathize with them because their hands were forced at that time.

Ashmedai was a busybody, so he also shared the memory of the battle where the Champions of the Progenitors had come to take Ethan away.

It had been truly bloody, and if not for the fact that Catherine had decided to do what she did, the Protector Clans might have been wiped out from the face of the world.

Had that happened, Ethan wouldn’t have met Emma or Lilith, who had now taken a spot in his heart.

After returning to the castle, Ethan had a private talk with Wallace and asked him for a favor.

Since he promised his Grandmother, Agnes, and his Grandfather, Benjamin, that he would take them to Southshire so that they could attend his wedding, he would need his father’s help to take them there.

Wallace didn’t mind doing this favor for Ethan. After all, he also wanted to be there for his wedding.

Although he believed that Ethan and Lily were still too young to get married, the time they spent together in the Lands of Alastor was enough for them to understand that they wanted to spend their lifetime together.

Also, Seff was a bit overprotective of his daughter, so he wanted Ethan to take responsibility as soon as possible.

Ethan didn’t mind. After all, he had already been ready to marry Lily when they were still in the past. But since he still had some loose ends to tie up, they didn’t hold the ceremony.

“I’m counting on you, Dantalion,” Ethan said as soon as he finished putting his letter in the magic cylinder attached to the White Raven’s leg. “Fly swift and fly safe.”

“Don’t worry,” Dantalion replied through telepathy. “Even if a Dragon blocks my way, I’ll make sure to deliver your letter without fail.”

After saying those words, the White Raven flapped his wings and took to the skies.

The letter he was carrying was a letter for Lily, informing her that he would come to visit her after picking up his grandparents in Eastshire so that they could attend their wedding.

Wallace also had many things to handle after he returned to Eastshire, especially since he delegated his tasks to his subordinates while he was away.

Catherine and Joanne would also come with them to meet Ethan’s Grandparents and take part in Ethan’s wedding.

He wasn’t aware that somewhere in the Planes of Hell, Ashmedai was smiling. It seemed that his little intervention had resulted in something interesting, which amused him very much.

“Ah… I can’t wait,” Ashmedai chuckled. “Fate truly works in mysterious ways.”

The handsome Progenitor swirled the blood-red wine on his goblet before taking a leisurely sip, while listening to Erras’s shrill screams, which made the smile on his face widen even more.