"You are young, you should understand when to back down, don't be impulsive" Ainz said, but Michael stopped and then said, "Well, I will just leave the Kingdom then."
"I think there are other places where the talent is not bound by lineage," Michael muttered as he opened the window and flew away.
"Was he speaking the truth or was it bluff?" Marchioness muttered under her breath, now deeply concerned, her status as Queen's spy weighing heavily on her. For the past few years due to Nobles wrong doing the Commoners, there are lot of Mages who have swore to take revenge on Kingdom and Michael is renowned Prodigy in whole kingdom. She don't want him as an enemy.
"He is not, If he said he can heal you daughter then he can. He is truly powerful," Lith said as he adjusted his robe, and asked. "Where is my room?"
Ainz nodded and led the way to show him the room, while the Marchioness hurried off to her own quarters. Once there, she removed a secret pin from her dress and opened a hidden drawer. Taking out a small, round badge engraved with ancient symbols, she stared at it with a heavy expression.
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"We've got a problem," the Marchioness said, her voice steady as she activated a communication device.
"What now?" came the reply.
The Marchioness sighed deeply before explaining. "Things have escalated. My daughter was nearly assassinated. Lith and Michael could have saved her, but Michael refused. Lith could cure her, but it would take a week, while Michael could have done it instantly. He declined, saying it was 'a bit of revenge' for forcing his parents to chase after us like a dog. When Ainz tried to reason with him, Michael got angry and declared he would leave the kingdom."
"You can't be serious," the Queen replied, her tone sharp, though laced with unease.
"I wish I weren't," the Marchioness admitted, frustration evident in her voice. "We thought letting Silva and Lark pursue us was manageable, but now, with Michael angry, we've just shot ourselves in the foot."
"This isn't good," the Queen murmured. "We've been so consumed by court politics and the chaos within, we've neglected the problems brewing outside. Now it's all catching up to us."
The Marchioness shook her head and leaned back in her chair, lost in thought. "The old noble families have always been a problem—so obsessed with preserving their bloodlines and power. Now we already have one genius turning against us, and we might soon have another."
"It's not too late," the Queen said firmly. "We can fix this."
The Marchioness nodded. "I'll handle Lith's side of things. Make sure Michael doesn't leave the country. Give him whatever he wants if you have to."
"Understood," the Queen replied before ending the call.
Back in her office, the Queen stood and prepared for her next move. She sent out an urgent summons to the council, calling for every senior mage and advisor available to address the mounting crisis.
While Michael returned to the Silva household and began packing his belongings, his mother and father noticed his unusual behavior.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked, concerned.
"Yeah, you've yet to select an academy, don't tell me you selected without asking us?" his father added, his tone a mix of confusion and worry.
Michael paused, his expression calm but resolute. "I'm not attending any academy," he said flatly, continuing to pack his things.
His mother stepped closer, trying to make sense of the situation. "Then what is this about?"
"I'm leaving the kingdom," Michael declared firmly, causing both parents to gasp in shock.
"That's treason!" his father exclaimed, his voice rising.
"Treason? When have I ever gained anything from this kingdom?" Michael replied, his tone sharp but controlled. "I've never attended any academy, nor have I asked for any favors from the crown. Even my successes—my spells, my grimoires, and my legacy—are my own. So no, this isn't treason. It's me finally walking away from a place that has given me nothing but burdens."
"Son, this is no time to joke," his father said sternly, watching Michael closely.
Michael turned to face him, his gaze unwavering. "I'm not joking," he replied, his tone firm.
With a swift motion, Michael activated his Phoenix bloodline, a power he had awakened during his trials in the World Tribulation. Flames danced around him as his purplish feathers emerged, glowing with an otherworldly brilliance.
His father staggered backward in shock, clutching his arm as faint golden feathers appeared on his own skin. His mother gasped, glancing down to see the weird transformation happening to her husband and son.
"What... what is this?" his father stammered, trying to process what he was witnessing.
Michael's expression softened slightly. "We carry magical beast bloodlines, Dad. Maybe some ancestor of ours had it. I only just discovered it."
"So, you inherited this bloodline from my side?" his father asked, his voice unsteady.
"And this," Michael said, activating another power. This time, he revealed the Garuda bloodline, his hands shifting into talons as his eyes glowed with an intense golden hue.
His father stared at him, wide-eyed. "This...?" he murmured, looking down at his wife hands. Her hands has turned into talons just like Michael.
"It's called a Bloodline Resonance," Michael explained calmly. "I discovered it while honing my abilities. It turns out I have two magical beast bloodlines within me—Phoenix and Garuda. I've spent months unlocking their potential."
"Magical beast bloodlines," his mother echoed, glancing at Michael with a mixture of awe and disbelief.
Michael nodded. "Magical beasts are far closer to humans than we think. Their bloodlines are rare but incredibly powerful. It's not something I fully understand yet, but I'm learning."
His father let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know what to say to this."
"You don't have to," Michael replied, a small smile forming on his lips. "Don't worry—I'm not abandoning you both. I want you to come with me. There's someone I need to introduce you to."
Before they could respond, he continued, "She's an Archmage. If you meet her, you'll understand why I'm doing this. I'll explain everything."
His mother hesitated but eventually nodded. "If this is important to you, we'll follow. Just promise us one thing."
Michael tilted his head. "What is it?"
"Promise you won't do anything that will harm you" she said.
Michael smiled and nodded. "I promise."
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