According to the tradition of one god, one lord, as a god, he should have had a lord of his own-just as Marika had Godfrey.
But in reality, the Elden Ring had not changed vessels.
Ultimately, Radagon was still a part of Marika and had never truly become independent.
Accordingly, the position of Elden Lord should naturally have remained unchanged as well.
The problem, however, was that Godfrey and Marika had run off.
Who knew which remote corner of the Lands Between the couple had gone to for their honeymoon?
And so, the position of Elden Lord had inexplicably fallen to Rellana.
The Second Elden Lord.
Rellana had no particular objections.
Because lately, she had had no mind to bother with any of that.
She was pregnant.
Yes, finally.
When Horace heard the news, he froze for three seconds, then picked up his wife and spun her around three times, nearly making Rellana throw up.
But after the joy came a problem.
Lilith was the first to step forward. She circled Rellana a few times, her expression gradually turning peculiar.
"This child... is a little strange."
Horace's heart lurched.
Yera came closer too. "It's a girl. It's just... her vitality is very weak. Hmm, that's not quite right either..."
Horace's own senses were also picking up signs that something was wrong.
The child's soul was unimaginably powerful.
As powerful as a newborn fixed star, blazing hot, brilliant, and brimming with boundless energy.
By comparison, her body seemed far weaker.
It was like trying to hold an entire volcano in a thin paper bag. Although it was her natural body, her body and soul were mismatched.
Clearly, this should not have happened even to a demigod. Someone had definitely tampered with things!
It took Horace only one second to guess who