Hm?
The voice that echoed in Westheid's ear was beautiful, like the ripple of a clear droplet falling into a lake, striking a chord in his heart.
"You are...?"
Westheid's heart skipped a beat. After confirming this wasn't some raving or auditory hallucination caused by Chaos Erosion, he asked tentatively.
"...It's me, the Origin of the Blood of Qinghui, the Pure Holy Spirit..."
Seemingly able to get a response from Westheid, the beautiful voice sounded jubilant and immediately said:
"Child, I am your ancestor..."
Westheid's reaction was instantaneous:
"Say that again? Who the hell's ancestor are you? You've got some nerve! To hell with you!"
"Eek!? Mmm..."
The other party seemed frightened by Westheid's furious outburst, letting out a whimper like a small animal:
"But... but, I really am. Even if I didn't physically give birth, child, the blood flowing through you is the bloodline I blessed... That much... should be the real deal."
