It was not merely because he lost the Head of Soul, but more importantly, during these six years, he continuously severed parts containing the remnants of Annelisa''s soul. Due to their tight integration, he often shattered… parts of his own soul in the process.


    With the most crucial creation still iplete, melle meticulously controlled the progress of Annelisa''s resurrection. Over these six years, he sustained and nourished the iplete Annelisa with his own soul.


    Now, having achieved his final creation, he finally managed to…pletely sever thest remnants of Annelisa''s soul from his own, fully resurrecting his wife, the mother of his son. Thus, his life reached its end.


    "Next, it''s between us, father and son."


    melle smiled, "I want to ask you a question, Ans."


    Ansel did not respond, and melle continued:


    "What is it?"


    He gazed at his child, his sea-blue eyes swirling with nearly uncontroble madness and fury:


    "What is the scum that threatens you... that turned you into this?"


    The entire flower field began to tremble violently, but in an instant, as melle looked at the wooden house, everything returned to calm.


    "... Even now, you don''t want to tell me?"


    melle sighed softly, then smiled freely, "Sorry for asking a difficult question at the end, Ans."


    The handsome middle-aged nobleman sat on the ground without any decorum, gently caressing the flowers around him, murmuring softly:


    "How beautiful, Ans, don''t you think?"


    "Only when recreating all this did I understand how much effort Anna put in."


    He looked at his son, unable to help but smile, "No matter how capricious and carefree she was, she was the best woman in the world, right?"


    melle''s face lit up with joy, "She was perfect, so I didn''t need any other woman."


    "Compared to someone as ipetent as me..."


    The man, who had just been smiling brightly, inhaled the fragrance of the flowers and murmured:


    "Indeed, a good woman like her deserves to live longer."


    Then, clearly not in his right mind, he burst intoughter again, "Just thinking about how she would cry and scold me when she wakes up and finds out I did all this makes me so happy... Ans,e here."


    He beckoned Ansel over, and when Ansel sat beside him, melle said:


    "…Entrusting you with so much, I am indeed not a qualified father."


    "I failed to protect you, to protect your mother... I''m sorry, Ans."


    No one knows what this divine being, who stands at the pinnacle of the world and can annihte everything with a mere gesture, was thinking when he uttered those words.


    He possesses the supreme power to create from nothing, yet he could not save his wife in time. Hemands a terrifying authority that makes all things submit, yet he allowed the vile to attack his family.


    He believed himself omnipotent, yet he could only watch helplessly as his child grew cold, dark, and unrecognizable, struggling in endless agony, distancing himself from his parents, while he could do nothing.


    melle of Hydral is an ipetent, unqualified father.


    "…Why apologize, Father?"


    After a long silence, Ansel finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Why apologize to me?"


    Ansel knew why melle said this. Long ago, he had already anticipated what melle would say and what he would respond.


    But now, all preparations were meaningless. When Ansel truly faced his father, faced his whispers, he couldn''t control himself.


    Because he was the one most guilty.


    melle of Hydral originally had nearly ten years of life left.


    In the original timeline, Ansel, unaware of the future, witnessed Annelisa''s death and did not awaken his current spiritual essence. Instead, he awakened the spiritual essence rted to hunting in his madness, bing the Empire''s most brutal hound, seeking his mother''s killer.


    Ephesande had no reason to target Ansel, and melle suppressed the abyssal corruption through a special method. Afterpleting his final creation, he spent thest ten years with Annelisa and Ansel.


    Far from turmoil and suffering, the happiest ten years with his family.


    It was these ten years of the Hydral family not intervening or controlling anything that gave the revolutionaries and heroes the most precious time to develop and breathe. It was these ten years that led everything towards the most favorable situation for destiny and change.


    Ansel''s task was to eliminate these ten years, to wield the power to control everything now, and deliver the fiercest blow to fate.


    So, as Ravenna said, he used his spiritual essence as bait, making the increasingly desperate Empress target him, and melle, unwilling to leave scorched earth behind, willingly handed over his power to him.


    And the price…


    The price was that he had to force his father to death with his own hands, to personally strip away… the ten years of happiness melle could have had.


    It was such extreme cruelty, such ultimate malice, such… unforgivable sin.


    Ansel of Hydral, he was the one who should apologize to his parents, even believing that his sins were so great that he didn''t even deserve to apologize.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    "Why?"


    melleughed heartily, "Why? Is there still a need for why?"


    He ced his hand on Ansel''s head, ruffling the boy''s hair vigorously. "Didn''t you ask me why Anna, who knows nothing of alchemy or creation, could fulfill my greatest desire in my eyes?"


    At this moment, melle of Hydral was not the supreme divine species, nor the greatest alchemist wielding the Creator''s authority.


    He was simply a father.


    As a father, his expression, gaze, and tone revealed pure joy and happiness.


    "Because she created you with me, Ansel."


    In those sea-blue eyes, identical to Ansel''s and proof of their shared bloodline, there was only pure love and tenderness.


    "You are the most perfect answer I can give to this world."


    Ansel looked directly into his father''s eyes. He knew that melle, who had been trying so hard to hide his essence from the Empress, was well aware of his ns, thoughts, and observations.


    He knew he was forcing his father to his death.


    Yet, despite this, melle epted it, even though he could have lived a little longer to spend a happy and perfect time with his family; even though his divine species'' desire for life and ascension was almost unstoppable; even though he didn''t even know… why Ansel needed his power so urgently.


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    But he still epted it.


    He transcended his attachment to his own happiness, the instincts of his divine species, and didn''t even need to seek a reason.


    When his son forced him to end his own life, he dlyplied.