Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son

Chapter 119

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It took a while before Naell and Pheonix ended their conversation about the past. The things he had heard were quite shocking, especially about the old Mundo, and the lore he never heard about his lineage.

By then, Naell was brimming with curiosity. Truly he wanted to know a lot maore, however as much as he wanted to continue, he could see that Phoenix needed to rest some more.

Although he could more or less feel her vast power, she was still physically too weak and exhausted to fully control her magic.

Even her appearance was no different from a frail child- or like his sister Lily whenever she was still awake way past her bedtime.

That was why it was kinda hard to believe that from her boasting just moments ago, she used to be a "huge feathery bird" that could transform into a "grown woman."

Naell could only apologize as he knew he had caused her to expend even more energy than needed, she did afterall save him.

"Don't be, it was my choice. I just still need sleep." Replied Phoenix, yet as she gazed at her burnt yet cold nest, she sighed.

Naell too looked at the nest infront of him. It was certainly spacious and appropriate for a being as strong as Pheonix, knowing by the time she'd recover, her large stature would need the extra room.

However, its cold barren look only made him imagine her years in isolation, and also reminded him of his past.

There was also a time on Earth when Naell himself felt utterly alone. It was after the death of his parents.

Not once did he feel any warmth from his relatives. It was even to the point that he felt as if his presence was not even acknowledged.

And even in Mundo, there were times when he would dream of the old Naell; in every scenario, his loneliness was more apparent than anything. Which was odd to him as he expected to feel at least some desire for vengeance, yet it never really showed.

Phoenix spoke once more, not noticing Naell's distant look, "Although, I wasn't really supposed to wake up. What's been happening in the world has been triggering my magic."

That alone was enough to bring him back to reality. A feeling of dread then overcame him as his thoughts began to race.

Since Pheonix' flames were a sign of her awakening, and it only came about recently, Naell had reason to believe that none of the disastrous events that happened before the fires triggered her magic.

Knowing this, it appeared that the fairies, the terrorism, and even the dungeon didn't in any way contribute to her awakening; since if they did, the flames of that mystical being before him would have appeared much earlier on.

Thus Naell grasped one final thought; he knew there was a certain gathering of beings that were involved with the good celestials, and whose situation was completely unknown to him at that very moment.