Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 771 - 433: The Holy Dragon’s In-Law, Thunder and Storm God, Odin

Chapter 771: Chapter 433: The Holy Dragon’s In-Law, Thunder and Storm God, Odin
"Hahaha."
The palace of Glalandia echoed with the joyful laughter, as Alexander looked down at the young man fiddling with a magnificent curved sword with a bitter face, his expression openly mocking,
"I told you long ago, you won’t receive the Holy Dragon Ancestor’s recognition, even if you pass the test and reach the peak of the Holy Tower, so what? The Ancestor would rather bestow the True Blood on a weapon than give it to you."
"Who said that? Holy Dragon Emperor believes I don’t need True Blood, which is why he crafted this Holy Artifact for me!"
Hearing his father’s mocking words, Sinbad raised the curved sword in his hand defiantly, shouting loudly,
"What I possess now is the world’s one and only Holy Dragon True Artifact."
"Yes, the world’s one and only, for hundreds of years, the Ancestor has crafted only this one Artifact for you, even I haven’t received such treatment."
Alexander’s tone was slightly sentimental. Where once he might have felt depressed if his child faced such treatment, now he only had one thought in his mind,
Serves you right!
Despite his father’s ridicule, Sinbad couldn’t help but feel dejected. How could he not know the reason behind this unique treatment?
But should he be denied because of it?
Sinbad was extremely unwilling to accept it. He recalled his interactions with the Holy Dragon Noah, pondering every word exchanged. Then, this young prince whose reputation had fallen to the bottom raised his head and looked seriously at his father,
"I’ve decided, I want to leave Uther!"
"Oh? Where do you want to go?"
Hearing his yet-to-be-adult son wanting to wander away from home, Alexander was exceedingly calm.
For according to the Augustus family’s tradition, every family member during their development period must venture out. As for the distance and scope of their wanderings, those were arranged based on their own capabilities and family background.
Therefore, even if Sinbad hadn’t asked, he would have driven him out anyway.
"I want to travel across the Xilantia Continent!"
Sinbad declared to his father.
"And the reason? Is it because in Uther you can’t find a girl that you haven’t toyed with yet?"
Alexander guessed his youngest son’s intention with utmost malice, because this little scoundrel repeatedly exceeded others’ imagination and evaluations of his limits.
"That’s not toying, my feelings with them have always been the most sincere and genuine; I never deceived them, and what I gave was my true heart."
Sinbad fervently argued his case, striving to speak for himself.
"So far, I have clear evidence and records of noble women, totaling two hundred seventy-eight, not including wealthy merchants, socialites without noble status, and commoner girls. If you gave your heartfelt affection to every girl, then your heart must be cheap indeed."
Alexander unapologetically criticized.
"But I remember each of their names, appearances, habits, and preferences, and when we meet, I can recognize them immediately."
"I also remember the names and looks of every woman in the court, what does that prove?"
"Father, have you ever truly loved anyone? Have you ever given your true heart?"
"Ha, meaningless and immature."
Alexander sneered, dismissively brushing aside such a question,
"I have never fallen in love with any woman; no woman is worthy of my true heart."
"Not even my mother?"
"Sinbad, what ever made you believe that my encounter with your mother was due to love?"
Alexander sighed deeply, filled with immense disappointment.
Because he could hardly imagine that someone born into the Royal Family could be foolish enough to believe in love and think they could possess love.
"But whenever I leave the Grandia Palace, no matter where I go, I can hear stories of you and my mother. Are all those completely untrue?"
Sinbad paused, unwillingly pursuing the matter.
"Of course, you can’t seriously think those fabricated tales are real occurrences, can you?"
Master Atlas chuckled softly.
"Then, when you studied and mastered all musical instruments to express admiration for my mother, attracting her with a melody, was that fictional too?"
"Only that particular event is true."
"If it wasn’t out of love..."
"That was your mother’s explicit request to me, so I simply fulfilled it. But for a Legend, what does that matter? With time, who couldn’t do it?"
"..."
Sinbad fell completely silent. All along, his father had been the towering mountain in his memory and impression, the target he mimicked and chased, including capturing young women’s hearts, which he convinced himself was imitating his father.
Because his father’s number of concubines far exceeded that of the previous two Kings of the Kingdom, as well as the Augustus family’s historical Family Heads, yet now his father told him he had never invested feelings in anyone or given true heart.
The mountain in the young boy’s heart had crumbled halfway, shaking his beliefs. He seemed to understand why his father was extremely dissatisfied with him, perhaps in his father’s eyes, this child was unworthy.
"You are truly naive and innocent, but this is not your fault, as you are still too young. Go, weren’t you going to travel the continent? Then set off, don’t stay in Uther."