Find Mom

After Big Babylon finished telling them everything he knew, Dina, who had been listening beside him with her head bowed, was already weeping uncontrollably. Memories long sealed away burst forth like floodwaters from opened gates.

Combining what Big Babylon had said with what Dina had remembered, the pitiful maid finally filled in the missing blanks of her life.

Even the Old Butler, who had long experienced countless joys and sorrows, lowered his head and sighed in grief.

Just as Allen had expected, Dina was indeed a barbarian—what outsiders called a savage.

Moreover, Dina was of mixed blood. Her father was Bloodhoof, the previous chieftain of the Bloody Hoof Tribe, while her mother, Helen, had been an utterly ordinary Holy Light System Priest in the Heretic Extermination Legion.

Bloody battlefield romances never had happy endings. Bloodhoof, who had led tribal warriors against the Papal Legion, was ambushed by the Holy See's three great Magi. To cover his clansmen's retreat, he fought desperately until he was seriously wounded and captured.

At the time, the Bloody Hoof Tribe was known as a heroic tribe of the Wasteland. Dina's father's fame resounded across the Wasteland. He was the spiritual leader of all Barbarian Warriors and was even hailed as the incarnation of the God of War.

If the Great Chieftain Tribe stood at the head of the ruling class, then Bloodhoof was the folk hero among the common people—a tribal chieftain devoted to the rise of the barbarians.

Capturing such a legendary Wasteland warrior alive held extraordinary significance for the extermination legion. The Holy See, which supposedly welcomed all, did not publicly execute Bloodhoof. Instead, it planned to offer countless benefits to persuade him to serve the Holy See. It even wanted to play a Saint Cassis version of an undercover game, using Bloodhoof to completely overturn the ruling class represented by the Great Chieftain Tribe.

Under such circumstances, Dina's birth mother was assigned by the Holy See to carefully tend to Bloodhoof.

Bloodhoof's injuries were severe. The residual magical elements within his body relentlessly ravaged his tenacious life force.

Helen was as kind as her daughter Dina. She did not despise Bloodhoof for being a barbarian in the slightest. Living with him day and night, she came to deeply admire this barbarian who bore the burden of the barbarians' rise.

To completely control Bloodhoof, the Holy See resorted to an utterly despicable scheme. After the two accidentally consumed a potent aphrodisiac, Dina's birth was irrevocably set in motion.

When the Holy See withdrew from the Savage Ancient Plains, Helen was already pregnant.

When Bloodhoof returned to the Savage Ancient Plains, he discovered that because of his disappearance, the Bloody Hoof Tribe had fallen from its former status as a heroic tribe into a small, precarious tribe in its twilight years. Of its nearly thousand elite warriors, only a little over two hundred loyal clansmen remained, struggling bitterly to survive.

Thinking of his distant lover every day, Bloodhoof was consumed by agony. After entrusting his clansmen to the current chieftain, Old Zak, he finally returned alone to the human lands, determined to take back Helen, who was about to give birth.

Unfortunately, heaven did not grant his wish. Bloodhoof, once the foremost warrior of the Wasteland, was no longer as valiant after his grave injuries and died beneath a barrage of arrows from the Locke Kingdom border army.

With their asset dead, the Holy See had no interest in feeding Helen for nothing. They directly branded her a heretic and exiled her to Outpost County as a lowly free citizen.

Back then, Outpost County was still an important stronghold where the Kingdom of Locke's border army was stationed. With medicine in short supply and casualties mounting year-round, Helen, carrying infant Dina in her arms, treated and carefully tended the wounds of those ordinary soldiers as a free citizen. All she wanted was for those fierce border soldiers not to look at little Dina with prejudice.

Dina had practically been raised by everyone around her. After Helen exhausted her life force by forcibly casting Holy Light System spells time and again, her body finally gave out and left her bedridden. Dina, who had learned to identify herbs from her mother since childhood, inherited her mother's kindness and took up her mantle.

Dina was deeply grateful. Following her mother's example, she rode a pony with medicinal herbs on her young shoulders, constantly traveling to the front lines to deliver them to the border soldiers every day.

The Kingdom of Locke's border army not only bore the heavy responsibility of resisting the Barbarians of the Wasteland, but also had to guard against scattered Behemoth Orc forces. Some Wasteland Bandits even tried to break through the defenses and enter the Kingdom of Locke's interior to pillage at will.

Back then, Behemoth Orcs disguised as several groups of Wasteland Bandits gathered their scattered forces and launched a massive invasion of Outpost County.

The border army suffered grievous casualties as they fought desperately. Dina, who was in the camp, was also innocently caught up in the chaos. Watching familiar elders being slaughtered, Dina's Titan Bloodline finally awakened. It became the crucial factor in the battle and completely tipped the war in favor of the Locke Border Army.

The aura war songs of several Behemoth Shaman Priests suddenly failed, and they were ultimately defeated and fled.

Little Dina was accidentally injured, suffering a severe head wound and losing all memories of her childhood.

The Grand Duke arrived in Outpost County bearing a Royal City commendation order. Thousands of border soldiers knelt before him in unison, refusing every reward and asking only that he take little Dina back to the Royal City so she could leave war-torn Outpost County and live an ordinary life.

By then, Helen had already been seized amid the chaos by Behemoth Orcs. No one knew whether she was alive or dead.

The Grand Duke's broad hand took the confused and ignorant Dina from the border army's Legion Commander, completely changing the course of her life.

When the Grand Duke brought little Dina back to the Royal City, Allen was still the little bastard who did every evil imaginable there, and the amnesiac little Dina found her first playmate.

Ten years later, when Dina followed behind the Old Butler and returned to Outpost County with Allen, it no longer resembled the place constantly ravaged by war.

And Dina had forgotten everything that had happened here.

As Big Babylon recounted the past with a sorrowful expression, Dina was already sobbing so hard she could barely speak.

Dina finally remembered every little thing from her childhood in Outpost County: the familiar smiling faces of the border soldiers, her mother Helen's kindly face, and her father Bloodhoof standing unyielding beneath the city wall despite being pierced by countless arrows.

Allen walked over to Dina and wrapped his broad arms around his personal maid as she cried aloud, sharing her pain.

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"Supreme God, my omnipotent Holy Father, is blood and fire truly the only way for you to spread your faith?" Allen raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky, which gave off an eerie red glow.

The Old Butler looked gravely at Big Babylon and said in an unfriendly tone, "According to you, your Bloody Hoof Tribe is already in decline and can barely protect itself. If Nana returns to the Wasteland, how will you protect her? Or do you intend to send Nana to the Great Chieftain Tribe and make her a pawn for others to use?"

"Damn your mothers! I knew you savages were up to no good. You didn't come looking for her sooner or later—you only came after learning Dina's ability had awakened. Do you take us for fools?" Allen unleashed a barrage of curses at Big Babylon.

Big Babylon glanced at Little Zack and finally let out a helpless sigh. He could no longer make promises as brazenly as before.

He knew very well that if he had not rashly come to Outpost County, Miss Dina might still have been that carefree Papal Candidate Saintess, with a warm home sheltering her from the wind and rain, delicious food to fill her stomach, and countless important figures protecting her openly and secretly.

Miss Dina could not choose her birth, but couldn't she at least choose her own life?

Big Babylon hesitated. He knew Little Zack was wavering just like him, but the Bloody Hoof Tribe was now battered by storms. If Dina did not return, the Bloody Hoof Tribe would cease to exist.

Before coming to Outpost County, they had thought Miss Dina was living in misery. But after seeing it with their own eyes and experiencing it for themselves, they understood that they had been wrong—terribly wrong.

Big Babylon knew only what had happened before Dina was born. After hearing firsthand about Dina's miserable years after her birth, the honest Big Babylon could no longer bring himself to say that he wanted to take Dina away.

Dina raised her head and softly said to Allen, "I miss my mother."

Big Babylon sighed. He did not want to upset Dina any further. Though he was not very quick-witted, he knew that under those circumstances, even if Helen had not been mortally ill and had somehow survived on the spot, she would only have been taken away as a slave by the Behemoth Orcs. A human slave, even if she somehow crossed the Savage Ancient Plains, usually would not survive more than a few days in the Behemoth Orcs' lands.

Allen wiped away the tears at the corners of Dina's eyes and softly said, "Second Young Master will take you to find her, no matter where she is."

Dina nodded, her tears turning into a smile as her signature silly grin returned to her face.

"Waaah... sob!" A wail like someone's father had died and mother remarried suddenly came from the bushes nearby, startling everyone.

Before Allen could start cursing, several more extremely perfunctory sobs followed.

Sakre crawled out of the bushes with tears and snot all over his face. Several lackeys followed behind him with reddened eyes, pretending to cry as they did their best to support their master's performance.

Old Leisi shook his head with a bitter smile.

Walking over to Dina, Sakre parted his lips, missing one front tooth. Imitating Allen, he hugged Dina by the shoulders and cried, "Sob, sob, sob... I'm coming too. Don't worry. As a noble knight seeking justice, sob, sob, sob... I'll protect you all the way until we find that great mother. I can't take it anymore, I'm so upset!"

After speaking, Sakre collapsed onto the table and kept wiping away his tears.

Allen lightly kicked Sakre and said unhappily, "Do you have any money? And you want to tag along on our trip?"

"Huh?" Sakre was dumbfounded.

"What about the Holy See? Aren't you a lackey of the Papal Legion?"

Sakre rolled his eyes. "To hell with the Holy See. I stopped wanting to work for those despicable bastards a long time ago."

"I don't believe you. What if you're a spy sent by the Holy See to keep an eye on Dina?"

Sakre said disdainfully, "Bullshit. I'm a noble, an earl, a highborn knight."

"Then give us proof of loyalty."

"What does that mean?"

Allen grinned and said half-jokingly, "Go stab Wood, the local bishop, to death with one sword."

Without another word, Sakre drew his sword from his waist and viciously told the lackeys behind him, "Let's go!" Then he took the lead out of the little garden.

Allen was dumbfounded. He had not expected the guy to take it seriously.

Old Laixi angrily raised his cane and chased after him.

Hundreds of years later, historians on the Saint Cassis Continent gave Lord Allen, who had once stirred up the winds and clouds of the world, many titles.

Number One Warrior Under the Stars, great lord who unified the Wasteland, great leader who led all races against the demon race, and so on.

Yet those historians endlessly debated exactly why Lord Allen had transformed from a worthless noble waiting to eat and die into a dazzling figure as radiant as the blazing sun.

If they could travel through eternal time, perhaps they would discover that in the beginning, it had all been because Allen wanted to take his maid to find her mother.