Chapter 248: Has the Daughter Really Been Taken by Isa?!

Creis blushed.

It was somewhat challenging—wanting to find an honest reason to give her daughter away or something.

Although she had initially still felt like finding a reason to refuse, as long as one looked at the Great General, the King, the hero who had subjugated evil cultists, and of course some other achievements, one would know that Isabella was actually that once-in-a-century human genius. Creis had seen many humans.

Most of those humans were national-level geniuses who had pioneered an entire discipline and magic system at the age of nineteen—true dragons among men.

In truth, she hadn’t needed the other party to display any magic at all.

Just by looking at the way the magic was used, everything was already clear.

For humans, using magic should rely on the body’s magic power circuits to begin constructing spells—relying on blood vessels, nerves, even every inch of cells to condense different powers and complete the high-speed operation of various magics… equivalent to imagining the body as a magic array that constructs magic power.

This process required long-term accumulation and training.

So-called geniuses were simply those who quickly mastered all of it.

Those who mastered different attributes could easily do two things at once, while those who mastered all-attribute magic stood at the very top as magic masters.

Creating entirely new types of magic—magic that belonged to them alone—belonged to once-in-a-century geniuses.

Gabriella, as the Silver-White Sword Empress, had created her own unique magic.

As someone with god qualifications, this was very normal—after all, she was a god’s child.

Isa, on the other hand, had learned others’ magic in a short period of time, even without any training.

At the very least, Creis had never seen Isa use magic before.

Even more mysterious was that Isa’s magic source did not come from her body.

Instead, it relied on “instant construction”—omitting chanting entirely and directly depicting magic with magic power.

If creating magic was like painting, then Isa’s talent was equivalent to splashing a basin of ink and successfully imitating a world-famous painting.

So no matter what Isa was, she was an undeniable genius—even if she had truly studied and understood Gabriella’s magic.

Unless she really was a spy planted beside the evil god, training under Gabriella’s guidance every single day.

But as a user of dark magic, it would also be impossible for her to produce such pure magic.

Creis thought of apostles.

The evil god could devour almost anything that could be used for herself.

If it were her daughter and herself, it probably wouldn’t be out of the question either.

However, the magic before her eyes wasn’t a shadow creation—it was simply real magic.

Although she didn’t know Isa’s identity and couldn’t investigate her origins, at least she was willing to communicate and treated her daughter quite well… This was the most important thing.

“Isa.”

The two of them were looking at the stars when Creis suddenly spoke.

“I still doubt your identity. The stronger you are, the more suspicious you seem to me.”

Creis had no evidence. She shifted her gaze back to the sky.

“If that’s what you think, then there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You approached Gabriella… was it really only for love?”

“Of course.”

Isabella’s answer came without the slightest hesitation. It seemed to be true.

Creis hesitated for several seconds—an uncommon occurrence for her.

Usually, she only froze like this when beginning complex thoughts.

“If you want to have a baby, remember to communicate with Gabriella in advance. During this period, there absolutely must not be any accidents. No matter what work you have, you must resign. Any activities must be completed ahead of time. Any interpersonal relationships or socializing must be placed last.”

“Why are you suddenly saying this kind of thing?”

“When Olivia was pregnant with the child, I left her. At the time, I had very important matters and was away for a period.”

Creis’s gaze drifted far, far away, as if countless years of scenes were flashing before her eyes.

Then she saw the wife who had once waited for her at home—the wife who was gently stroking her swollen belly while waiting and missing her.

“I was separated for a very long time. The next time was fifteen years later… Olivia ignored me. She kept her distance from me. That gaze even treated me like an enemy. She was in great pain. I don’t want Gabriella to suffer the same pain.”

“This is all very normal thinking. Miss Creis actually worries about this kind of thing.”

“Wanting to be understood and liked means you have to work hard to please her. Yes—if you’re wrong, then admit it. You must find ways to make it up to her. Is that normal?”

Creis was greatly shocked.

Isabella only found it funny.

The Celestial God was actually thinking so long and hard about something like this.

“Apologize? Saying ‘I’m sorry’—will that have any effect?”

“This kind of thing, you’ll have to ask Olivia herself.”

Creis nodded.

The hand resting on the railing moved slightly.

Then she glanced behind her and was about to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“To apologize. I can do it. No problem.”

“Olivia is already asleep right now, isn’t she?”

Creis suddenly thought of something and stared into Isa’s eyes, declaring with certainty, “She hasn’t slept.”

“So Miss Creis understands her this well.”

Creis carefully savored the word.

Then, as if she had understood something, she nodded and reached a conclusion.

“To understand these things, it really is still necessary to communicate with all of you. Also… giving Gabriella to you—I still don’t feel at ease.”

“What?”

Isabella looked at the god with eyes full of resentment.

Although Gabriella was already pregnant with her child, the thought that she couldn’t obtain Creis’s approval made her feel itchy inside.

“You know too much. It would be too easy for you to trick Gabriella away.”

“What kind of reason is that?”

Isabella had originally been curious, but hearing this, she could only laugh and cry.

“Communicating with you makes me very comfortable. I’ve never experienced this kind of feeling before… Miss Isa, in the future, if there’s any situation, you can tell me. I will help you resolve it. Consider it tonight’s thank-you gift.”

Creis smiled.

It was a smile that came from the heart—the first time Isabella had seen this kind of emotion on Creis’s face.

Isa sighed. It seemed gaining her mother-in-law’s trust would still take some time.

As for whether Gabriella could marry her, Creis hadn’t said.

She was also thinking and judging whether this human with extraordinary talent had value in passing on genes.

“Miss Creis is much cuter than I imagined. At first I thought you were some weirdo from who knows where.”

“Thank you.”

Creis didn’t stay any longer. Before leaving, she subconsciously turned back to look at Isa once more.

The latter also gave her a gentle expression—different from before, different from their disputes, completely unlike the her from a month ago.

Creis fell into deep thought.

If Raltomia were still here, she would probably mock her.