Queen Cassandra came back in a hurry.
She didn't know what other trouble was knocking on her door, but she was sure there was no 'ancestor' in this day and age.
Neither for vampires, nor for werewolves.
She was the oldest member of the vampire family, and Ronan Grey was the oldest in the werewolf family.
The generation before them mostly just disappeared without them knowing why, or caring to know why, because of them being brainwashed.
She even suspected that they were killed long ago by the hands of these hateful god's apostles or angels...
Why else would they be used like slaves for thousands of years, and be sent to their death in the name of missions to contribute to the angels of god, and gain an opportunity to advance in power, which was a lie?
And all of it was without them knowing; most people were brainwashed and just lived their daily life until the day that they were needed for something.
While nervous, angry, and even slightly hopeful of the slightest possibility of a real ancestor showing up,
She arrived at the large hall where everyone in the mansion would gather every day for lunch.
For her, seeing all the 'brainwashed' family members was like torture.
In the past, she was one of them, so she didn't feel anything, but now that she was back to normal, none of them looked like family to her.
She could exactly feel how her daughter, Xena, was feeling about the world around her...
She really wanted to go and find her now, but she knew it would be a death sentence for both of them if they were exposed.
With many thoughts in her mind, she opened the hall's door.
But this time, when she opened the door, there was a different sight in front of her.
Everyone around the table was talking and laughing in low voices.
And now and then, they would steal a glance at the main seat.
Her seat, to be exact!
Cassandra felt she was hallucinating again...
When was the last time she saw such a happy gathering?
Never...
When was the last time she saw them with a genuine smile?
Never!
They, and even she until recently, were always like puppets.
She looked at the main seat, to see who they were looking at so shyly!?
And her eyes widened in shock!
It was him!
Mr. Mourne...
But after looking more carefully, it seems he wasn't?
She could only see a little head, with a cold and indifferent face, red eyes, and prominent canine teeth, staring at her from behind the table...
Who was he?
He didn't even know how to hide his teeth?
Was he a rookie, or too old that he didn't know how, because the technique was invented in later generations?
Without her notice, the nonexistent illusion was already affecting her to consider the possibility of this little guy being someone from older generations.
While frozen on the spot, she saw from behind the table,
A small hand raised and signaled her to come and sit beside him, on the empty chair that seemed to be prepared for her.
Cassandra blankly walked to her new seat.
On her way, everyone greeted her and 'secretly' gave her 'signals' about the ancestor.
When she sat down,
The little man stood up.
He jumped down from the chair, which didn't change his view for others, and still, only his head was above the table.
He started a simple speech,
"Welcome, my descendants.
I know many of you don't know me.
The reason is that I was sleeping for too long.
I woke up a couple of times, but I couldn't find my coffin's key.
So I was stuck inside."
Cassandra was speechless.
Why is he welcoming them as if this is his home?
And since when do their coffins have keys to open?
The little vampire continued,
"So let me introduce myself.
I am the first vampire, Count Dracula."
Everyone stood up together, placed one hand on their chest, and welcomed him with smiling faces,
"Welcome back, Count Dracula."
The cold and indifferent little Count Dracula nodded and sat back, and so did everyone else without suspecting his claim of being the first vampire.
"Let's have a family dinner together.
After that, I will have a private discussion with little Cass."
Some vampires gasped, and some chuckled secretly while covering their mouths.
He actually called their queen 'little Cass'.
Queen Cassandra could only bite her lips and eat her food in silence.
She couldn't feel a thing from this little Count Dracula, who claimed to be the first vampire!
No blood connection at all.
Neither superior, nor inferior...
She wished there was a way to contact heaven's will now and clarify the truth.
After the food was finished, the vampires left after showing their respect.
Little Count Dracula only nodded coldly.
When only the two of them were in the hall,
Cassandra looked at him with eyes full of resentment,
"Who are you?
If you are my ancestor, where have you been all these years while we were being treated like puppets?
And don't try to fool me with your missing key!
And if you are not my ancestor, then what's the point of this game?"
The little Dracula didn't answer her and instead said with the tone of a wise elder who gives a life lesson to his junior,
"You can't go back in time and change the beginning.
But,
From where you are now, you can start and change the ending."
Cassandra thought about what he said, snorted, and said in a mocking tone,
"Yes?
Then, how about you change the ending for us?
'Count Dracula'?"
Little Count Dracula didn't answer her, but the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
The confidence in his face and the cocky smile spoke volumes without a word.
As if he were saying,
'I can do anything to change the ending, you just name it.'
Cassandra gritted her teeth in annoyance,
"There are four angels; they always 'descend' anytime they want and send one of us on a mission without any chance of survival!
I bet you can't even deal with them!"
Half of the cocky smile disappeared from little Count Dracula's face.
As if he were saying,
'You used half of your chance.'
Then he secretly tapped a token on his waist and snapped his fingers with his other hand.
The moment he snapped his fingers, two passages opened.
One dark, going to an unknown place.
And the other, leading to a hall with the four so-called angels in it.
Cassandra was shocked to the core when she saw the four men on the other side!
Before she could react,
A white shadow came out of the dark passage,
and went to the other side with a 'woosh' sound!
When the white shadow appeared, high up in the sky,
The Night Manager opened its eyes in panic!
What kind of scary creature just entered his planet?
It tried to find what it was, and sure enough, found the location in a moment.
It appeared inside Cassandra's mansion, then appeared in a place with four angles.
Looking carefully at Cassandra, she could only see her looking shocked.
But there was no one else in the hall with her!
While puzzled, the Night Manager saw a white rat with four objects like human bodies, but wrapped in its white fur from head to toe,
Appear in the hall, and then disappear again!
It was sure the four objects were those four who always pretend to be angels...
But who was that rat...?
Are rats so strong these days?
And where did it take them?
So it tried to listen carefully and figure out what's going on.
And it heard Cassandra saying with a trembling voice,
"H-How about that pervert, Rayan?"
And the next moment, Rayan, the strongest force on the planet, appeared in the hall too!
He was dropped to the ground by someone, it seems...
The Night Planet manager gulped.
I thought for a moment and made a guess.
If even the real angel can't see the other party, then it's obvious who he is!
The same invisible little boy, who again came to it not long ago, showed two new sentences to it.
First sentence,
[ I need some of your blood.]
And after it gave him its blood,
He showed the night planet manager another sentence,
[ Be ready, the golden light of freedom is on your way.]
Which It didn't understand what it meant.
Golden light on the night planet?
There was only darkness here and moonlight...
...
Back at the mansion, Cassandra was trying to hide her shaking hands.
A moment ago, a white rat appeared on the other side of the passage that the four men were in.
Then its fur exploded in all directions and wrapped around them.
And then it dragged them from that side to the other passage, that you couldn't see where it leads to...
Seeing this scene, and the half of the smile that was left on her ancestor's face, She tried her luck again, this time with Rayan.
One of the two passages closed, and a new one opened.
On the other side, in a dark place that seemed to be an underground hideout, Rayan was currently reading a letter in the light of a single candle.
Upon closer examination, it was a report about the so-called ancestor Dracula appearing in Cassandra's mansion.
Little Count Dracula, who no longer had a smile on his face, walked to the other side, slapped the back of Rayan's head, which knocked him out, came back with him, and dropped him like trash on the floor.
Then he sat back on his seat and looked at Cassandra coldly.
Cassandra looked at the body that the white rat was searching at this moment.
And sure enough, it was him, Rayan...
And the letter he was reading a moment ago was still in his hand.
The white rat finally found what it was looking for.
The campus, which wasn't with the four guys, was with this one.
It seems Rayan was always cautious and just left the campus with them for the time they needed to act as angels.
Little Count Dracula nodded at the rat that showed him the campus, and the rat dragged the body away, and only the letter was left behind.
Cassandra, when she saw the rat taking him away, shouted,
"He needs to be punished for what he did to us!"
But she suddenly noticed her ancestor was looking at her with a slight furrow, and became quiet.
She understood some obvious facts about her ancestor, Count Dracula, in this short interaction.
He was a man of few words; he would act fast, and his face was the one to do most of the talking.
A smile means you can ask him for a favor, no smile means you can ask questions if you have any, and frowning means you stepped over your boundary!
Cassandra lowered her head and said respectfully,
"Count Dracula, I lost control over my feelings.
Please forgive me."
Little Count Dracula's frown disappeared.
Cassandra heaved a sigh of relief.
"Count Dracula, if you have any requests, please do tell."
Little Count Dracula smiled slightly again.
Cassandra knew she was actually learning how to talk to him, but it was better to keep him smiling now rather than ask a favor and risk losing the smile again.
Without her notice, she had already accepted him as her real ancestor, the first vampire!
Little Count Dracula said a simple sentence,
"I need you to gain control over the family, completely, not just in name."
And he placed a small bat statue on the table.
Cassandra furrowed her brow when she saw the statue.
She was aware of this statue and knew it was impossible to use it in the current world.
The conditions for the test couldn't be fulfilled.
"Count Dracula, I can't—"
But little Count Dracula raised his hand to stop her from talking and placed another item on the table.
It was a token that she was seeing for the first time.
On its surface was a planet with two hands on both sides, as if trying to protect it.
Cassandra picked it up and looked at him to see if he was going to tell her what the use of it was.
"Someone you know will come with the same token.
She will guide you on your way to becoming the real vampire queen."
Cassandra thought, Who could the other person be?
But didn't figure out who.
Another vampire from an older generation?
And more importantly,
"What should I do after?"
Little Count Dracula, while standing up, answered,
"You will be my special force member, and the rest of the vampires, my followers, but under your command."
Cassandra hurriedly stood up when she saw him leaving,
"I will do as you say, ancestor.
But where are you going?
Can't you stay here? There are still outsiders who might make trouble for us..."
She said the last part in a helpless tone.
Finally, her ancestor was back; why leave again?
What if he doesn't come back for thousands of years again?
Little Count Dracula stopped and slowly turned back while saying,
"I need to take care of my other family, too, don't I?"
When Cassandra saw his face again, she gasped in shock and took two steps back!
Her Ancestor's skin was now completely black.
His eyes had a sharp, intense appearance with a striking color of golden-yellow.
The iris was large, and the pupils were vertical...
"You...?"
In her eyes, he was now a pure werewolf.
Cassandra felt dizzy...
Were her ancestor and the werewolves' ancestor the same?
She asked with a trembling and confused tone,
"H-How can you be black and white at the same time?"
Little Count Dracula shook his head at her, as if he was disappointed, and while secretly looking at a small notebook, he gave her the answer,
"Melanin. This is the primary pigment in your skin, responsible for skin color.
It comes in two main types:
eumelanin, for brown to black skin color,
and pheomelanin for yellow to red skin color.
The amount and type of melanin produced determine an individual's skin tone."
Then he turned around and left.
But Cassandra gasped for the second time!
Because while leaving, she saw his skin changing to all kinds of different colors,
like he was proving his claim from a moment ago...
Cassandra stood there, frozen in place...
The two families, who might start a bloody fight at any moment, actually had the same ancestor?
Then she heard a knock on the door that Count Dracula had just closed.
This time, finally, she could tell that there was someone behind the door.
She could even tell that the other party was a vampire, slightly weaker than her, and extremely close to her by blood...
Tears appeared in her eyes,
"Come in, Xena..."
Princess Xena walked in, crying like a river already.
The moment Cassandra saw the token on her daughter's waist, she understood what her ancestor, Count Dracula, meant by 'someone you know.'
....
Wolfhaven City,
The main city of werewolves wasn't far away from Bloodhaven City.
The two cities were like the first line of defense for each race.
Everyone here in Wolfhaven had black skin.
The city was filled with people, and you couldn't see much of a 'classy' and 'elegant' view like the citizens in the vampires' cities.
They were mostly friendly in their interactions and slightly violent.
The word 'noble' was meaningless here.
Your social status was determined mainly by the power of your pack and your own individual strength.
Around the evening, in a street that leads to a big house far away, a little black boy was walking in the middle of the street arrogantly.
One look, and you knew he owned the street... or at least, that was what he thought.
The street was a one-way road, and the vehicles coming towards the little boy were forced to change direction to avoid hitting him, who was walking in the middle of the street!
The people around wondered if there was something wrong with this little boy's head.
Looking at him more carefully, there was a wild and ancient aura around him.
His clothing style had an old-fashioned look to it:
A long brown coat, a button-up shirt, light brown trousers, and bare feet.
One of his eyebrows was raised, one hand in his pocket, and he was walking in a way that gave you the feeling of freedom and arrogance at the same time.
As if he didn't have any worries in this world.
A true lone wolf!
If he weren't so short, they might think he was an elder, coming from a long, long 'sightseeing' outside, who was back now and didn't even know what 'vehicles' were...
At this moment, a car, whose driver seemed not to be paying attention to the road, didn't change direction and was going to hit the little boy.
One of the werewolves who had been watching the toddler with interest until now ran to his side while laughing,
"Alright, enough acting cool, kid!
Get out of the street."
And he stretched his hand to pick him up and take him out of the way.
Those who were around glanced over and just shook their head while chuckling.
The little arrogant boy, who heard someone shouting 'kid', furrowed his brow!
He turned to the man who was going to pick him up,
grabbed his index finger that was close to his shoulder with his right hand, which wasn't in his pocket,
and spun around once with the man.
The 'kind-hearted' man only felt the world spinning, and then he felt himself being smashed into something, followed by a crashing sound.
However, the audience who saw what happened from a better vantage point froze on the spot!
When the little boy spun around, it was as if he used the force from the man's movement that was coming towards him, and forced him to spin with him.
Then the car arrived, and the man who was being held by his finger, hit the front of the car from right to left, as if he was a 'human stick' in the little boy's hand.
After that, the car changed direction forcefully and crashed into a tree, while the driver was thrown out of the front window into a bush.
The crowd rubbed their eyes.
'What just happened...?'
The little boy then let go of the finger while mumbling,
"How do plants grow on a planet without sunlight?
They evolved in a way to use something else?"
And he shook his head while continuing on his path.
The crowd came to see if the man was okay and gasped!
"Isn't he the young master's right-hand man?"
"That's him!"
"How did that boy play with him like a toy?"
"Indeed, this big guy isn't weak at all!"
"There is something wrong with that kid!"
An old man said,
"His clothing style is like my great-great-great-grandfather's..."
The crowd was speechless.
"Old man, are you saying he might...?"
"Yes... he might be back after thousands of years and doesn't know what a street or vehicles are..."
"S-so, he is just walking in the path with the fewest people in it?"
The old man chuckled,
"Probably...
But that's not important now."
The crowd became puzzled,
"What's important then?"
The old man pointed at the end of the street,
"Look where he is heading."
The crowd looked in the direction he was pointing, and gasped!
Then they became excited and started following him.
In no time, lots of people were moving with him on the sidewalk.
On the way, two more cars were going to hit him.
The first one, another 'kind-hearted man', took action, but had the same fate.
And to everyone's surprise, the car driver, like the previous one, dropped into a bush when he was thrown out of the car!
The crowd wondered if he was even controlling where they would drop.
And for the next car, everyone already knew he wasn't 'normal', so no one acted kindly.
But the little boy, with his left hand still in his pocket, just raised his leg and stopped the car by its bumper on the spot...
The driver was then thrown out, and this time, because there was no kind-hearted man, he caught the driver by a finger instead, and spun around himself once.
And the driver played the role of 'human stick' to clear the path for him....
The little boy shook his head and continued on his path while muttering,
"No seat belt?
It's fine if you are strong, and you'll be fine if you have a car accident.
But what about public property?
You might break something when your body is out, flying to a random place..."
By now, everyone understood a simple fact.
This little elder wasn't going to change his path.
He was going straight to his destination, and any obstacles would be removed from his path.
...
At the same time,
In the city center, in a large house at the end of the same street as the little 'unchanging path elder', an old man was talking and laughing with a couple of young men in his courtyard.
While looking old, he had a robust body, straight posture, sharp eyes, a more angular face, and slightly pointed ears, with an intense, sharp gaze and a predatory smile on his face.
He was the family leader of werewolves,
Ronan Grey!
'BAM!'
The big double door at the house entrance was suddenly smashed open by something, interrupting the conversation and the werewolves!
They all turned their heads slowly to see who it was this time.
But when they saw the scenery outside the house, they all gasped!
Ronan furrowed his brow and walked forward.
He was the family head; anyone showing fear was fine, but not him.
He should face any challenge at any time, and it wasn't the first time someone was kicking open his door,
but...
What was this?
A large crowd of people was already outside, watching the show with interest, even before it began.
This time seems different...
In front of the door, a little boy was standing.
Old-fashioned clothes, sharp eyes, one hand in his pocket,
an ancient aura of an alpha wolf, and arrogance written all over his face!
If he weren't a toddler, he might think he was the real owner of the house from a couple of generations before him, coming back home from a long trip...
He was going to ask who the little boy was, but the little boy walked towards him.
Ronan's body tensed up unconsciously!
He was ready to fight.
But the little boy didn't mind him showing an aggressive aura, as if he didn't even feel it,
and while his hand was still in his pocket, he started rubbing his chin with the other hand,
looking at him up and down, as if he were inspecting something.
The crowd who were here to see if he could make their family head a 'human stick' too, were puzzled now.
What was he doing?
The little boy, after two rounds of checking, nodded and said,
"You are the best candidate; I choose you.
What's your name, little one?"
A vein popped up on Ronan's forehead!
He just called him 'little one' in front of so many people?
Without answering, he threw a punch at the little boy's face.
It was his way of showing his power to his challengers.
He would hit them if they were strong, and stop his punch, which was so fast they couldn't react to it, in front of their face if they were weak.
But,
'BAM!'
The whole street shook!
Ronan's jaw dropped, and so did the jaws of the crowd.
The little boy, with his hand still on his chin and trying to look 'thoughtful', only straightened his pinkie and stopped the punch before it got close to his face.
Seeing his punch being blocked like that,
Ronan coughed awkwardly and slowly retracted his hand.
"Welcome back, Elder. I am Ronan.
May I know your name?"
The crowd came back to their senses.
This little boy was really an elder?
Even the family head admitted?
But,
"Elder?
Who are you calling 'elder,' you little brat!
Didn't you see my picture in your family album?
The first page?"
Ronan was stunned.
Family album?
What album?
He took a glance at some old people in the crowd,
And they shook their heads.
They didn't have any albums!
He looked behind and saw his kids shaking their heads too.
No one had any idea about this 'album'...
"I-I don't have any album, if you—"
The little elder who heard there was no album became angry.
"You useless descendant!
How could you lose the album with your ancestor's picture in it?"
He even kicked the old man in the leg!
Ronan's eyes widened in shock.
He didn't care about the kick or the album, but,
"You are my ancestor?"
The crowd went silent for a moment, but they laughed the next moment.
But the little elder's gaze passed over them once, and they all turned silent while shivering.
He snorted,
"Looks like I need to give you little wolves a history lesson?"
Ronan gulped down,
"T-that would be the best..."
The little elder nodded and started telling them a story while walking around the courtyard.
"Long, long ago, a god descended to our world."
The crowd was at a loss for words from the first sentence.
'The story starts with a god?'
'Where is the slow beginning with a detailed explanation?'
"His name was 'Zeus,' the god of thunder!"
Everyone hearing the name gasped in shock!
They already knew about the angels of God, so it was only natural for a god to appear too!
And to make it worse, they even heard thunder booming through the sky above!
As if Zeus, the god of thunder, was reacting to his name and the story.
Without their notice, this brainwashed crowd, who believed in angels and gods, entered another nonexistent illusion alongside their original brainwashed state.
"One day, I was sitting in my house, and suddenly,
I heard a knock on my door.
When I opened the door, I saw a dude with long hair and beard, blue eyes, lightning dancing around him, looking cool and arrogant, standing at my door."
The crowd gasped!
'Thunder god was at his door?!
For what?'
"At that time, there were no werewolves or vampires, only humans with a bunch of other animals, like the overpowered cats, arrogant dragons, and so on."
The crowd was surprised,
'Origin story?'
'What era is he talking about that dragons were around?'
"So I raised an eyebrow and asked him,
'What do you want, old man?'"
The crowd,
"..."
Didn't you see the special effects around him?
Why would you talk to him like that?
"The old man answered,
'Young man, I am Zeus, God of Thunder,
Here to have some food because I am hungry!
The crowd became interested.
'So that was the first meeting of our ancestor with a god?'
They were already thinking of him as their ancestor...
"But I didn't like his face or arrogant attitude.
So I said, 'You are a god? And you are hungry?'
He nodded,
So I let him in while shaking my head in
disappointment."
A little girl in the crowd asked,
"Why were you disappointed, ancestor?"
The crowd nodded; why indeed?
The little ancestor rolled his eyes at the little girl,
"Why else?
If you are a god, do you need food?
That's ridiculous."
The crowd gasped!
Indeed, was that a fake god?
"So, to give him, and my neighbor that I didn't like,
a lesson...
Guess what I did?"
Everyone shook their heads.
They didn't know.
'What did you do?'
A little boy suddenly shouted,
"Did you use one of them as a 'human stick' to beat up the other one?"
The little ancestor, who was taken aback by his answer, said after a brief moment,
"No.
I killed the neighbor, cooked him in a pot, and—"
He pointed at the little boy who had just given a random answer to finish his sentence.
The little boy was shocked and said,
"You fed him to the god of thunder?"
The little ancestor nodded.
The crowd shivered!
'So ruthless!'
'Is he a maniac!?'
'You just fed someone to someone else because you didn't like them?'
"But, after that, the old man ate the human flesh,
He became visibly agitated, his face reddened with frustration, as his temper flared."
The crowd became nervous.
'What did you expect?'
'Why would you do that to a god?'
"Dark clouds appeared in the sky!
The sound of thunder started rumbling in the clouds!"
When he said that, special effects began to appear all over the dark clouds in the sky.
A certain manager, who was locked on the little boy, was speechless!
It couldn't feel his existence in Cassandra's mansion, but when he walked outside, it could at least see him.
This little boy was indeed weird in so many ways.
It saw him suddenly 'summon' a tricycle and ride it away, while everything would open a path for him.
It didn't matter if it was a dead object or a living creature.
And he rode his tricycle to this city.
After that, the night manager saw him coming to the werewolves' leader and started pretending to be their ancestor too!
The night manager was perplexed now.
'What is he trying to do?
Does he know I am the ancestor of these two families in reality?
And who is 'Zeus'?
Is there such a god out there?'
Even the night manager, who didn't know where these special effects in the sky were coming from, was now curious to know what happened next after he fed the god human flesh.
'Did he punish him?'
But to his surprise, the little boy actually claimed that he beat him up with a spin kick!
And then the god ran away!!
The crowd, too, was wondering why that cool-looking thunder god should flee from a mortal.
Wasn't he only a human; how could he beat a god...
"At first, I thought he ran away and wouldn't bother me again, but!"
'But what?
Just say it!'
"But the next day, the sky suddenly became full of cracks!"
The little ancestor, at this point, looked towards the sky,
as if he was remembering the scene from the past!
His face became serious, and he furrowed his eyebrows, as if a great enemy was coming.
The crowd, who were deep in the nonexistent illusion, looked up at the sky too, as if they were trying to imagine what he saw that day!
"From those cracks, different entities came out!
Some were dragons, some were phoenixes, some were riding clouds, some were on fire!
And one of them... was an old man, holding a big thunderbolt in his hand!"
The crowd's hearts started beating wildly!
They all guessed who these people were...
'Zeus, God of Thunder, came back with his friends, holding his weapon!'
At this moment,
another thunder 'roared' in the sky above, and the sky turned bright for a moment.
Rain started falling.
Pitter-patter
The little ancestor opened his arms, as if he were welcoming the rain.
"That day, thousands of fake gods attacked from the sky!
Like these raindrops are falling on us now, gods were raining down on me!"
Everyone gulped down.
"But!"
He shouted,
"I didn't back down!
I didn't surrender!
I didn't bow my head to their tyranny!
So what if I were a mortal?
So what if they were gods?
If there is a fight, then I fight!"
The crowd's blood started boiling!
Each sentence shook their hearts.
The night manager, who knew even one angel—that one of them was above the altar behind him—could wreak havoc on this planet, was stunned!
'What is he talking about?
When did thousands of gods descend to my planet?
I don't remember such a thing at all!'
The little ancestor sighed,
and continued in a depressed tone,
"In the end, they couldn't take me down in a fair fight, so the ones who survived, all gathered their power, sacrificed themselves, and cursed me and my lineage to become wolves in exchange for their lives..."
The Night Planet manager,
"-_-"
The crowd,
"o_o"
Why doesn't this story make sense?
Even thousands of gods couldn't beat a single mortal?
They were even forced to sacrifice themselves...
The little ancestor turned to them, smiled, and said,
"Now, I'm finally back to my human form after billions of years.
Everyone, let me introduce myself properly this time.
I am Laycon, the first werewolf, the man who was punished to turn into a wolf because he fed god human flesh, instead of food."
The crowd, stuck in a nonexistent illusion, shouted together without knowing why,
"Welcome back, ancestor Laycon!"
The Night manager in the sky was speechless,
'B-but... I'm your real ancestor...'