The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 461
Chapter 461: 461
Hearing those words, the veiled woman froze for a second as if time around her had stopped breathing. Through her veil, tiny droplets began to fall. They slid down slowly, heavy like grief, and before touching the ground they crystallized into dark condensed masses of pure energy. The sight was unreal and Kael’s eyes widened almost out of their sockets.
“What the hell?” he whispered, stunned.
“Even a tear falling from divinity had such an effect.”
He could not understand how something as soft as a tear could hold such crushing power.
The woman stepped forward with small, controlled movements. She balled her hand into a fist and tapped Kael lightly on his chest, like a playful scolding. Her eyes held mischief even through the veil.
“Can you be serious for a moment?” she said quietly.
“You always have a knack of ruining things.”
Kael breathed out, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
His fingers trembled once but he steadied them. Their lips met. It was not rushed or clouded by desire. It was a slow, tender kiss carrying years of separation, buried ache, and recognition.
Her hands rested against his chest, and though she looked ethereal and untouchable, the warmth of her body was real. When they pulled apart, their foreheads lightly touched and Kael spoke with a soft unsteady voice.
“I still don’t remember much except your name but my heart seems to bleed.”
“And you can’t until you reach God,” she answered gently.
Kael frowned faintly as confusion crossed his expression. He looked into her hidden eyes and asked why.
“It’s because until you become a God, you are in danger. So I cursed you with a concealed curse that is hiding you,” Catherine spoke, her tone calm but heavy.
“I don’t understand how that works,” Kael responded, brows drawing together.
“It’s masking your aura. Or to say, it is masking the special aura of Leonard’s soul. When you show your strength or use power or moves from the past, it will seem like you are copying him, not that you are him.”
“So no one suspects the truth?”
“Exactly. Otherwise, knowing them, they might have already wiped you out the moment you were born.”
Kael nodded, slowly understanding. His expression was still dazed as he tried to absorb the information. He inhaled and asked the question burning deepest within him.
“How am I alive?”
His voice held more fear than curiosity this time.
“We restored a fraction of your soul using the Past Time Stone from the gauntlet.”
“How did you get that?”
Catherine’s voice lowered slightly.
“That’s Chronos. He was one of the main reasons you died. So I made sure he rests in peace for eternity. We took his gauntlet and used the Past Stone to restore it.”
Kael blinked. His pulse jumped.
“….”
He expected something shocking but hearing it directly still hit him hard.
“How… How did you kill them?” His voice cracked with disbelief. His fingers twitched beside him.
“Don’t tell me?” Kael sucked in a cold breath, half afraid of the answer.
“Yes.” Her single word dropped like ice.
The cold gaze hidden behind her veil sent a shiver crawling down Kael’s spine. To kill a god was not simple, yet she spoke as someone who had walked through hell and returned.
A god was not a physical being. They were belief, worship, and existence shaped from faith. To kill one meant shattering the core of their immortality.
You needed to destroy belief itself.
The easiest way to kill them was to erase their followers and worshippers. Break the roots.
And when belief dried, kill them again and again until their divinity and faith power drained, turning them into hollow shells.
“You killed all his followers.”
“No.” Her voice was steady.
“We destroyed all his temples, statues and converted them. We oppressed them so much that they changed religion. As for the few ones at the top, we just hacked those vermin until nothing remained.”
Kael swallowed and felt sweat form at the back of his neck. Her words were terrifying and breathtaking at the same time. She was gentle, loving, yet cruel like a beautiful disaster.
She was sweet but a bit psycho. Yet he loved that part.
Ahhh.
What a woman.
“So did you appear because it is finally time for me to remember something?” Kael asked.
“No.” Catherine shook her head and held his arm firmly. Her touch was cool but steady.
“I appeared because you managed to crack through the curse when you shouldn’t have. I came to make sure that concealment is sealed or all our planning will be ruined.”
“So is it still intact?”
Catherine raised her hand and lightly tapped his forehead. A pulse of silence spread around them like ripples across water.
“Now it is fully intact.”
Kael let out a slow breath. His mind was heavy with questions but he forced himself to keep it steady.
“So where are the others? Nina seemed to have turned spirit. What happened to Asana and others?”
“I can’t tell you about Asana. It’s a surprise.But there is one you will find in the Heretic Sect Headquarters. Go there.”
“I will go there next,” Kael replied with firm resolve.
“Sorry to say but you need to get rid of troubles before heading there,” Catherine added.
“Troubles?” Kael asked, confused.
“Umm,” Catherine nodded and parted her lips to explain.
But the moment Kael leaned closer, she vanished like she was never there. Her disappearance left the air cold and his mood fell sharply. But a soft warmth touched his cheek suddenly, like a fleeting kiss. A voice whispered beside his ear.
“If you want to meet me just go to Church of Concealment. There are few in Nightstar but the majority are in the Kelo Empire.”
“I will,” Kael answered with a faint smile, holding onto her fading warmth.
He opened his eyes.
And instantly his expression changed. Martina and Roosevelt sat in Lotus shapes position with their bodies releasing powerful aura far beyond before.
Kael stared blankly for a second.
“Wait. So you are telling me these two have gotten stronger while all I did was reminisce about the past?”
He paused.
“Fuck.”