Chapter 6
‘What… What is this…?’
Caught off guard by the sudden situation, Priscilla froze. She barely managed to move her eyes, looking up at the rapidly growing plants.
She had seen this kind of sight—plants coming back to life and growing—before.
It happened when Brian Muton used his power of blessing.
Even when he pushed Priscilla off the cliff, he made plants bloom as he did so.
‘How could I… just like him…?’
A long time ago, there were four great individuals who vanquished the Demon Dragon and established the Trisanne Empire.
The leader made a sole contract with the Guardian Dragon Silund and became the first emperor, while the three dukes passed down the power of blessing through their families.
Among them, the Muton Dukes possessed the power of ‘Growth,’ allowing them to make plants and animals bloom, grow, and be controlled at will.
The Lennox Dukes and the Ronv Dukes held the powers of ‘Purification’ and ‘Protection,’ respectively.
Even among those who inherited the blood of these families, only the chosen could wield the power of blessing.
No outsider, whose blood was not mingled with theirs, had ever used this power.
Except, now, in this very moment.
“Franz!”
Priscilla ran into the house to share this unbelievable situation with her younger brother.
“Look, look at this.”
She opened the window and showed him how much the plants in the garden had grown.
Franz, looking bewildered as he peeked outside, saw vines covering the entire wall and gaped in astonishment.
“What’s going on here? Who did this?”
“I did.”
“You…? How…?”
“I don’t know either. It just happened. It’s like I used the Muton Duchy’s power of blessing.”
Franz had a general idea about the abilities of the ducal families.
While their powers differed in nature from magic, and he had never studied them, they were known as divine powers that had historically shaken the empire many times.
He went outside to closely examine the rapidly growing plants.
When he tried to deliberately wither them by infusing mana, he felt a strange force resisting him. It was too strong to be mere vitality.
Franz furrowed his brow in seriousness and stroked his chin.
“Sis, can you try making something else grow?”
“I’ll give it a try.”
Priscilla approached a small wildflower sprouting under a tree.
She reached out her hand and concentrated, trying to gather her energy and release it.
“Hngh!”
But the wildflower didn’t budge. No matter how hard she tried, the brilliant white light didn’t reappear.
“What should I do? It’s not working…”
“How did you succeed earlier? Think about whether there were any special conditions.”
“Hmm.”
Priscilla reflected on what had just happened.
She had discovered the dead plants in the garden and wished with sorrow for them to come back to life and grow.
Yes, she had genuinely wanted it. It wasn’t just about using power; she sincerely wished for it.
Realizing the difference, Priscilla touched the flower bud and prayed earnestly.
‘Please bloom. Please, please…!’
Once again, a brilliant white light radiated from her hand, enveloping the wildflower.
All the wildflowers around it bloomed at once, more vibrant and lively than ever before.
“It worked!”
“Unbelievable, you really used the power…”
Franz, staring blankly at the cluster of blooming wildflowers, placed his hand on his sister’s back for a final test.
The moment he channeled all his mana into her, he felt a powerful force reject him. It was as if it was warding off any approach.
“Ugh.”
“Franz! Are you okay?”
Startled by Franz staggering from a burn-like sensation, Priscilla hurriedly supported him.
Massaging his tingling hand, Franz spoke with certainty.
“This is truly the power of blessing. It’s not mana, and its purity and overwhelming force can only come from divine power.”
“Is it really possible? I’m not even part of the Muton Duchy’s bloodline.”
Priscilla asked, bewildered. Unlike her brother, she had never been able to use magic, which made this all the more extraordinary.
Franz, saying he would research it further, began gathering every related book and paper he could find.
From his findings, he learned a few crucial things.
When a successor awakens to the power of blessing, the current head of the family gradually loses their power.
In a family, the power of blessing cannot be shared among multiple individuals.
As much as the current head of the family loses their power, the successor gains it. Conversely, the faster the successor grows, the faster the head of the family declines.
“Read this, sis.”
Franz handed over a newspaper he had brought from the village at the foot of the mountain. The article reported that Brian Muton had made a garden of extinct flowers bloom in the imperial palace.
“Last year, he made the same extinct flowers bloom, but it took him two hours. This time, it took three.”
“…He’s starting to lose his power.”
“And yet, there’s still no news of Evelyn Muton awakening.”
“Then, does that mean I awakened in her place?”
“That’s what I think, yes.”
Franz mentioned a prophecy from the founding of the empire to support his claim. It was said that God would take away the blessing from those who betrayed their faith.
Most interpreted the prophecy to mean, “As long as the three ducal families protect the Trisanne Empire, their powers will remain.”
Thus, the three ducal families worked tirelessly for the peace and stability of the empire, ensuring that no one ever lost the power of blessing throughout history.
‘But now it’s been taken by me?’
Priscilla looked down at her hands, and a smirk spread across her lips.
She clearly remembered how the vile Brian Muton had flaunted his power of blessing so arrogantly.
How the successor to the power of blessing had to awaken before the age of twenty, and how Eric Muton had fallen into despair like a beast after failing to awaken and passing that age.
In contrast, how Evelyn Muton had bragged confidently that she would be the next head of the family, dreaming of a radiant future with pride.
Now, the very source of their pride and confidence had come to Priscilla.
I’ve surpassed those who always looked down on me.
The thought sent a thrilling sensation through her body.
If she could master this power as skillfully as the duke himself, she could push them into complete ruin.
‘I’ll consider it as God transferring His power from a wicked murderer to an innocent victim, and I’ll make full use of it.’
She vowed to ensure this power given to her would not go to waste.
With a solemn determination, she voiced a question that had crossed her mind.
“Could my rejuvenation also be related to the power of blessing?”
“Well, the power of growth is generally said to only affect plants and animals. It’s never been known to work on humans.”
“I see.”
Priscilla nodded. Though some questions remained unanswered, she now had a clear goal in mind.
To fully absorb this power from the Muton Duchy and bring them to their knees.
***
The two decided to hide in Alyan Forest and wait until they fulfilled the three conditions needed as the foundation for their revenge.
What were these three conditions?
First, Priscilla must fully master the power of blessing.
Second, they must gather at least 100 million gold in funds.
Third, the Muton Duchy must completely forget about Priscilla.
The third condition would take time, and the second condition required the first to be achieved first.
Thus, Priscilla focused on training her ability.
With Franz’s help, she practiced so that her power, which only activated when she desperately wanted it, could be controlled at will.
She began with making weeds and small grasses grow, gradually increasing the target and scope of her efforts.
“You’re doing great, sis. That’s enough for now… Ow!”
“Franz! Oh no, what should I do!”
While practicing to make vines thicker and sturdier like tree trunks, the rapid growth caused one to shoot up and send Franz flying.
“Put me down, sis. Ugh, I’m getting dizzy…”
“Just a moment! Maybe if I do this!”
“Sis! Save meeeee!”
Or when vines wrapped around Franz’s body and grew sky-high, hanging him upside down.
Despite a few mishaps, Priscilla made steady progress.
In the meantime, Brian Muton remarried a woman five years younger than Eric.
The death of Priscilla Muton, the duchess, was completely forgotten. No one mourned her, and no one remembered her.
One year later, Priscilla Muton was reborn as Claire Ravello.
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