Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 828

Chapter 828 Doubts

Celestial's silence was deafening.

At Atticus's subpar answer, all she did was stare at him intensely. That was it? If she were being honest, Celestial had expected something more. Even if Atticus had to lie, wouldn't it have been better than this?

Yet, even after several seconds passed, the silence lingered. It seemed Atticus had no intention of adding anything further.

Celestial suddenly shook her head as if clearing her thoughts. Her eyes regained their focus, and she walked to the side, folding her hands behind her back.

"Do you know the history of the Starhaven family, Apex Atticus? How we came to be a tier-one family?"

Atticus glanced at her, a bit surprised by the abrupt change in topic. 'Her aura has also shifted.'

He could sense it immediately. When she arrived, her demeanor had been calm and expressionless. But now, with his heightened perception, he could see her aura was slightly muddled, as if she was unsure about something.

'Let's see where this goes,' Atticus thought, his curiosity piqued.

"Enlighten me," he responded after a moment.

There was a brief pause after his response as Celestial reached one side of the room and stared at the wall.

She began to speak.

"We were once weak," she started.

"We were weak, beautiful, and utterly helpless. That was what defined us. Our beauty made us prey to the world. The strong turned us into concubines, playthings, and worse. Some of us were even sold into prostitution to serve those who ruled over us. We were dominated, oppressed, and left with nothing but despair."

She suddenly turned back to Atticus, her crimson eyes growing colder as she recalled the history of the Starhaven family.

"That changed when we encountered the spirits. On the entire planet of Eldoralth, only those of Starhaven blood could interact with them. The spirits were as lonely as we were."

"Through our bond, they gave us power. Power to stand up for ourselves, to stop being victims. Generations later, we've gone from the oppressed to one of humanity's leading families."

Her tone hardened, and the air in the room grew heavier.

"We owe everything to the spirits. Without them, we are nothing. And because of that, we owe it to them to create descendants with even stronger affinities to the spirit race."

Celestial began walking toward Atticus, her steps measured and deliberate.

"Ever since I learned of your relationship with Zoey at the academy, I was completely against it. Do you know why?"

Atticus nodded slightly. "Because I'd dilute her bloodline."

From everything Celestial had said, he could begin to understand her perspective. She wasn't complicated, instead, surprisingly straightforward.

A small smile appeared on her lips, surprising Atticus. In all the times he had seen her, this was the first time he had witnessed her smile. And in that moment, Atticus saw an uncanny resemblance to Zoey.

"Exactly. But now, I'm not so sure anymore. You're not of Starhaven blood, and yet your affinity with the spirits is unlike anything ever recorded in history. I thought it was right to reconsider, to see this as an exception. If the spirits themselves favor you, then perhaps…"

She trailed off, her gaze growing unfocused for a moment.