2 The Might of the Fallenhand and the Pyrebender's

Prior to the start of Wex's newborn celebration, somewhere in the Whitehaven Palace, a small boy and a little girl were having a quiet conversation in low tones.

"Vance. Is it possible for my younger brother to defeat you? Uncle Bael said so, therefore it must be true." Rye Fallenhand shared her thoughts.

Besides Rye, Vance Pyrebender replied, "Father is joking. Wex can't beat me up since he's not even a week old!"

"But, Vance. Father even praises Wex earlier, he said, he's going to become a warrior like no one has ever seen before."

"Wex. Is my cousin, I love him. If he does really become the greatest warrior, then I shall rank as the second-best warrior in history!" Vance Pyrebender lifts his hand as if he were wielding a blade.

"Vance!! I wanna be a warrior too! You are the third greatest warrior, while I am the second-best warrior, second only to Wex in terms of strength!" Rye Fallenhands' eyes twinkled with excitement.

"But... I'd want to be the second."

"I got it first, and I got it fair and square." Rye Fallenhand's eyes were steadily filling with tears as the conversation progressed.

"Fine... You become the second, but only on one condition."

"You become my..."

"My what?"

"My..."

In addition to the two of them, a young maid kept a tight eye on her two young masters while mumbling nonsensical words to themselves.

"What exactly are young missus and young master saying? They seemed to be engaged in a genuine discussion with one another! The Fallenhand and Pyrebender bloodlines really are incredible. Despite the fact that they are just three and a half years old, they are still capable of communicating with one another. I'm certain that young master Vance and young missus Rye are on a level with or near to young master Wex in terms of talent." The young maid was amused.

"Little Rye! Little Vance! Come out!" A feminine voice could be heard coming out of the door.

"Mothher!" Vance sprang out of bed and rushed towards the door, his face beaming with excitement.

"Aunthie!" Rye quickly followed suit.

Creek—!

The door slowly opened, revealing a beautiful young woman with black hair that flowed down to her waist.

"Come on over here, you two." Opening her arms, Keira Fallenhand, lifted up her two little warriors. "Now be good. The banquet is about to get underway, and a large number of families will be arriving soon."

"Yesh, mothher." Vance wrapped his arms around her mother tightly.

Meanwhile, Rye's eyes showed a bit of confusion, but she still let out a smile, as cute dimples can be seen on her face.

"Good." Nodding, Keira Fallenhand walked while holding her precious little warriors.

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"Our distinguished guests have taken time out of their busy schedules to bless the Fallenhand's with their presence just for the purpose of attending the ceremony for this Fallenhand's newborn boy; I count myself lucky. The Fallenhands and the Pyrebenders are considered to be one of the most greatest families in all of Lochfield, and they may even be one of the most powerful. While just a small portion of the Yutran continent and the Vertiron Region, it is still significant. Though, we, the families that live here, are at peace with one another."

Piere Fallenhand looked alongside him and saw the great 6 families of Lochfield, and he nodded and proceeded,

"To Shieldroar, Woodvalor, Bonerunner, Humblekeeper, and the rest of the Pyrebender's! I formally proclaim the beginning of this banquet! Now, bring out the food!

Piere Fallenhand completed his speech by raising his wine cup to his lips and gulping it down in a single gulp.

When Bael Pyrebender heard those words, he grinned, and the rest of the guests followed suit, raising their glasses in salute as they did so. Every kind of verbal blessing had likewise arrived continually, one after the other,

"Haha... Patriarch Fallenhand is much too courteous. If you ever want the support of our Shieldroar family for anything in the future, please do not hesitate to reach us."

"Because of Patriarch Fallenhand's immense and unfathomable power, I fear that he may have already crossed the threshold of the True Essence Realm, if not even higher. It makes us feel a tremendous deal of respect for him and a big deal of shame about ourselves."

Within seconds, the mood had changed completely, and a plethora of delicacies had descended upon the table as one strange beast after another was presented on a silver tray.

"By the gods! Patriarch Fallenhand! These dishes are out of this world!" The Shieldroar Patraich reacted with astonishment.

"The Meat of a Chaotic Werecat!"

"The Chuck of a Chaotic Ox!"

"Is that what I think it is? Patriarch Fallenhand? Is that an ash from one of the Ash Daemons which can only be found deep inside their hearts?!"

"Yes." Piere Fallenhand nodded in a pleased manner, "I didn't think Patriarch Shieldroar is so knowledgeable in the field of magical beasts."

"In all seriousness, Patriarch Fallenhand, I may have lived a long life, but when I'm sat among the mysterious and enigmatic Fallenhand and Pyrebender families in all of Lochfield, then this old fart is regarded as a mere rookie in the field of magical beasts."

"Wait a minute. Patriarch Fallenhand! is that the Hermit Angels in the ten-thousand beast mountain down south?! I was under the impression that they were no longer in existence." Patriarch Woodvalor is taken aback.

"Indeed. Those are the Hermit Angels' wings, which are well-known for their deliciousness, and which burst in your mouth as soon as you bite them." Piere Fallenhand presented Patriarch Woodvalor with a pair of wings, which he accepted.

The group of talented youngsters seated below the platform on their long tables, ranging in age from 12 to 16, were taken aback when they saw their high and powerful patriarchs with such naive expressions on their faces as if the whole world had just opened up to them.

"By the gods! I shouldn't be surprised anymore Patriarch Fallenhand. You went so far as to bring out Terror Lynxes! I'm not supposed to ask, but do you have any more live Terror Lynxes in your household?" He was simply astonished at first, but after watching the Terror Lynxes, the Humblekeeper Patriarch found himself rapidly becoming agitated.

"Terror Lynxes? I was not the one who got them. It's from my idiotic Brother-in-law, Bael." Piere Fallenhand flatly said.

Bael Pyrebender's grin got broader with each passing second as he said,

"Please don't hold that against me, brother. I honestly believed that we were going to put each other to the test in a sparring bout at this dinner today, rather than by eating a lot of food. But, unfortunately, my wife, who happens to be your sister, Keira, persuaded me to rethink, adding, "I'm not taking your battered corpse back into the home. However, if you really choose to engage in combat with your brother-in-law, then go ahead and do it. Keep in mind that you will be sleeping on the couch."

After everything was said and done, Bael Pyrebenders shook his head in total despair "It seems that I have been checkmated, brother. I don't want to spend the night on the couch. In any case, please don't hold that against me."

Pierce Fallenhand immediately spat out the wine that was flowing out of his lips, and the four great patriarchs burst into laughter as a result of his actions.

"I had no idea... That the strongest patriarchs in Lochfield are terrified of their wives!" Patriarch Bonerunner laughed heartily.

"Patriarch Bonerunner, even if we have the power to rule all of Lochfield and the surrounding territories, even if I and Bael, have exceeded realms that are considered unfathomable, our wives are the only ones we fear." Piere Fallenhand and Bael Pyrebender exchanged horrified glances as they sighed.