In the great hall, Lynn suddenly froze in bewilderment.
He immediately sensed a faint, almost imperceptible connection.
[Faith power?]
Lynn pondered.
A thousand years ago, after becoming a demigod, he had indeed spread faith in himself across most of the continent to forge his own divine authority.
But since his rebirth, that connection had been severed.
Because he had lost his partial divine authority, he could no longer sense the prayers of his believers.
[I can actually sense the prayers of my believers, and they seem to be very close...]
[Is it because I recently came into contact with my divine authority again...]
[Heh, interesting]
Then.
Lynn closed his eyes.
In an instant, a blurry image appeared in Lynn's mind.
Vivian?
That granddaughter of his from who knows how many generations ago who had suddenly run off?
Lynn was puzzled.
Why was she praying to him?
And in the next moment, that voice hazily echoed in Lynn's mind.
"Vivian may have found her perfect match..."
"...Vivian requests the ancestor's blessing, to grant her a powerful enchantment that can knock out her dream man!!"
Lynn's lips curled into a smile.
Not bad!
Had she found someone she fancied at the banquet and planned to knock him out and carry him off as her boyfriend?
Indeed worthy of being a woman of the Violet Family!
She truly inherited her great-great-great-great-great grandmother's excellent traditions!
So that's why she suddenly ran off, because she saw someone she liked...
Swoosh swoosh swoosh—
Lynn's gaze quickly swept across all the men in the banquet hall.
So.
Which lucky fellow had caught the eye of the little princess of the Violet Family?
Lynn's lips curled upward.
In that case...
How could I, as the ancestor, not help?
In an instant.
Lynn's finger moved ever so slightly, and an imperceptible flash of light passed by.
The target is very powerful, but can't be killed, so I'll give you an enchantment that can 100% stun anyone below divine level, hehehe—
As for what happens after, that depends on whether you can seize the opportunity!
This is all your old ancestor can do for you!
...
In that moment.
Vivian, who was praying in the hall, suddenly froze, then she joyfully saw that the hammer in her hand gradually began to glow with a faint light.
Then it vanished in a flash.
And in the next moment, several lines of text suddenly appeared in her mind.
[Stunning Rune — Demigod Level]
Vivian immediately showed a shocked expression.
"The... the prayer was answered!! The ancestor actually answered Vivian's prayer!!"
Vivian stared at the hammer in her hand in amazement, that feeling of shock and joy almost made her want to jump up!
The descendants of their Violet Family had come here to pray to the ancestor every day.
But in the past thousand years, no one had ever received a response from the ancestor.
Could it be...
The ancestor hadn't died, but had become something like a deity?!
Vivian swallowed, both shocked and delighted.
But regardless.
The ancestor had shown his divine power.
So clearly, the ancestor also very much approved of this matter.
"Thank you, ancestor! Thank you for your blessing!" Vivian kowtowed several times with loud thuds, her eyes reddening with emotion.
"Vivian will definitely carry on the excellent traditions of the Violet Family! Definitely!"
She clenched her small fist, full of fighting spirit, her eyes instantly becoming determined.
...
In the banquet hall.
[Hehehe— Indeed worthy of being my descendant, Lynn's bloodline, so decisive in action!]
[Giving a little help to my only descendant is completely fine.]
[I'm counting on her to have several children and continue passing down the Violet Family's excellent genes! Hahaha!]
Lynn's expression relaxed.
Nanako wore a strange expression.
Her master's mood seemed to have suddenly become very good.
But the fact that Vivian was her master's descendant was really strange no matter how you thought about it!
However, what was it about Vivian suddenly running away earlier?
A love interest?
She was full of questions.
And just as she wanted to continue eavesdropping on her master's thoughts.
Footsteps came from afar.
They saw Vivian, wearing a long dress, gracefully walking in from the back door, her face wearing a gentle smile, exceptionally elegant and beautiful.
"I apologize." Vivian curtsied apologetically, saying: "I suddenly encountered some urgent matters earlier, so I had to step away briefly. I hope Steward Nanako won't mind."
Looking at the sincere expression of the girl who was slightly taller than herself.
Nanako waved her small hand, (ノ￣▽￣) saying:
"It's fine, it's fine, nice to meet you, Lady Vivian!"
So, this is her master's descendant?
But no matter how she looked, she couldn't find any resemblance.
Hmm...
That's right, if her master wanted to lay low, he definitely wouldn't disguise himself as his original appearance.
But for her rascal master to have such an elegant and beautiful descendant, it really was quite strange.
Vivian and Nanako quickly began to converse in a friendly and cordial manner.
However, Arnold, who was standing behind them, widened his eyes as cold sweat poured down his head.
Because he saw.
At Vivian's waist, there was actually a large hammer!!
Arnold was dumbfounded.
Lady Vivian...
You... you ran back just to get this hammer?
What are you planning to do! What are you planning to do with that hammer?!
Farming?!!!
Meanwhile, Lynn, who was standing not far from Nanako, curled his lips into a smile.
His heart was filled with fatherly benevolence.
He naturally easily sensed the small hammer hidden behind Vivian's back.
[Indeed worthy of being my descendant, truly acting as soon as she decides, already brought the hammer!]
[Sigh, sigh, it's been many years since I've seen my descendants being so promising!]
[And she didn't even glance in my direction once, it seems my descendant has excellent character, immediately understanding the hint not to expose me.]
[However, how could she possibly know that I, this senior, am actually her ancestor? Hahaha!]
[So, which lucky fellow has caught my descendant's eye?]
Lynn's gaze swept across all the men around.
Arnold? Too old, too ugly, and prone to diarrhea, probably not him.
The Sword Puppet? He's not human...
That effeminate noble youth in the back? He already has a boyfriend...
Lynn's gaze swept across all the men present with curiosity and scrutiny.
Meanwhile, Vivian, who was having a friendly conversation with Nanako, was secretly glancing this way with her peripheral vision.
Deep breath!
Deep breath!
You can do this, Vivian!
Senior is a fan of the Violet Lord.
And she is a descendant of the Violet Lord.
So roughly speaking, senior is half her fan.
Roughly speaking again, senior must also like her very much.
Therefore, knocking him out to claim ownership has a very high probability of success!!
Great ancestor!
Please bless Vivian!
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