Chapter 1057: A New Day for the Store(5)
"Father, why are we running away from her?" Jamie asked after his father finally left his hands.
Even in front of the store, Jerome wasn't acting this frightened, so Jamie was extremely curious about the reason behind his father's sudden actions.
Jerome's expression was ugly when he heard his son's question.
"That is Lyraia, 'The Cruel Widow'," Jerome replied, his expression turning grave.
Jamie was still surprised since it was his first time hearing such a title.
Jerome didn't want to speak about Lyraia, but seeing that she was inside the territory of the Fawkes Kingdom, it was better to share the story with his son so he wouldn't bring danger to the Kingdom.
"There is a story behind Lyraia getting the title of The Cruel Widow"
Jerome began to share Lyraia's story with his son. When Jerome was three thousand years old, he was a peak Divine Being at that time.
Before conquering the territory, Jerome led a group, and those members were the current noble families in the Kingdom.
During one of Jerome's trips to the ruins, he and his group found him in a special ruin. It had a space node that forcefully teleported the entire group to a special place countless lightyears away.
The ruin was the place where Jerome came across the murals of Lyraia, seeing the deaths of her friends at the hands of her lover, and then she found that her lover was already dead.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJamie didn't feel anything different when he heard the story up to this point, as it was extremely common in the cultivation world. It was easier to find cruel stories than kind ones. But as the story progressed, Jamie's face turned paler and paler.
When all of it happened, Lyraia was a cultivator at the peak of the Sacred Dimension, and so was Kaelor, her lover. They both came from the Aurelian race.
The Aurelian race was one of the top races of the Sacred Dimension at that time. There were two species in the race, and both had a Sacred Creator leading them.
(A/N: Jerome doesn't know the cultivation level names. I am writing it to lessen the complexities.)
One camp was led by Lyraia, while the other camp was led by Kaelor. Since both Lyraia and Kaelor were lovers, the relationship between the two camps was extremely good, making them stand among the top races of the Sacred Dimension.
But after that event, everything changed. Someone helped Lyraia survive the event and teleported her randomly.
When she woke up from her consciousness, Lyraia found that her cultivation had regressed to that of a Sacred Monarch. The memory of the event made her cruel, and she went on a rampage.
The Aurelian race had to bear the consequences of Lyraia's actions, as she committed a massacre, putting the Aurelian race almost on the verge of extinction.
At that time, she had massacred the camp she belonged to, the Lyralians, while not even touching Kaelor's camp, the Kaelians.
After the massacre, Lyraia disappeared, and no one knew where she had gone. Several billion years later, she returned.
At that time, the camp she belonged to had already become extinct, while only Kaelians were left for the Aurelian race.
The sudden appearance of Lyraia spooked the Kaelians. At that time, her cultivation had regressed to Sacred Emperor.
Spooked by Lyraia's emergence and not willing to face the same outcome as the Lyralians, the Kaelians attacked Lyraia, with their two Sacred Monarchs leading the attacks.
After the war, the Aurelians ultimately became extinct, leaving Lyraia. After the end of the Aurelians, Lyraia disappeared again.
From time to time, Lyraia would appear again, her cultivation regressing by one level while her memories of the events faded. And every time she would reappear, she would commit a massacre.
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Jamie's expression was ugly, matching Jerome's expression. The emergence of Lyraia in these areas brought them closer to extinction than ever.
Suddenly, the image of Aakesh emerged in Jamie's head.
"I am sure the store would manage it well," Jamie muttered, but her voice contained no confidence.
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Unaware of the legend, Lyraia had created around the Sacred Dimension, she kept walking with no direction in her mind.
Lyraia's footsteps paused for the first time, and she raised her head up. The next moment, an ordinary-looking building appeared in front of her.
A curious expression spread across her emotionless face as she seemed to sense an unexplainable feeling from the building. She couldn't put her hands on what it was, but the building made her stop.
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Aakesh opened his eyes, and when he turned, he saw an unfamiliar face stepping inside the store.
It was an unfamiliar face, but Aakesh still recognized who it was from the appearance of the entree.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was Lyraia, the last Aurelian, the cruel widow, and many other titles in the Sacred Dimension.
The Aurelian race became extinct countless years ago, so many forgot their features, but how could Aakesh, who read about them during the quest?
The Aurelians were a tall race. Their skin was wheatish with a shimmering golden hue, while their eyes glowed yellow like a bright light.
Lyraia, who had now regressed from a Sacred Creator to a Divine Lord, still carried the beauty of her old days.
Aakesh also saw the severed head worn by her using the intestines of the man.
Lyraia's eyes fell on Aakesh as soon as she entered the store. A confused expression spread across her face. She found his figure familiar, but she couldn't remember meeting him at all.
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"What is this?" "Who are you?"...
Lyraia approached Aakesh and asked him several questions. Her voice was hoarse since she hadn't spoken this long for countless years now.
"It is The First Store, and I am the store owner," Aakesh answered two questions, ignoring all other questions.
"Why do I feel you are familiar?" Lyraia asked, surprising Aakesh.
From what he read, the event causing Lyraia to become like this happened several Epoches ago. He only opened his eyes around eighty years ago if he considered the time difference of the Sacred Dimension, so how could she know him?
Aakesh grew curious, and instead of answering, he asked, "How do you find me familiar?"
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