Bruce's lips moved hesitantly. He was unsure whether to voice his doubts to Baron Mistvale, but he had already mentioned that something had gone wrong with the Wayne Family's inherited knowledge, so asking this question should not cause any problems.
"Is there no problem with us serving the Dark Lord?"
Cameron gave Bruce a surprised look at his question. It seemed the Wayne Family really had little of its inherited knowledge left, if he was asking something like that.
Everyone called the Dark Lord an evil god, but they also knew that he had once been a righteous deity, only to fall in the end.
He had left few descendants carrying his bloodline, but they, too, had descended into madness and corruption. Whenever a deity fell, their descendants in the mortal world became a disaster for all.
The Wayne Family had been no exception. They had simply been a little luckier.
Cameron cleared his throat and said quietly, "Did you know that your Wayne Family carries not only the Dark Lord's bloodline, but also the Goddess of the Night's?"
"Huh?"
Bruce stood rooted to the spot, stunned by the revelation.
The Wayne Family carried not only the bloodline of Eris, the Dark Lord, but also that of the Goddess of the Night. Had something happened between those two deities?
Bruce's thoughts raced. The Goddess of the Night had declared the Dark Lord an evil god; there was no question about that. Could their conflict have come from love turning to hatred? Was Eris, the Dark Lord, a faithless lover?
Even the love and hatred between gods seemed unable to escape a clichéd plot!
Bruce startled himself when that irrepressible thought surfaced. He hurriedly reined in his imagination, silently begging forgiveness. *How could I think such a thing? This is an