Arthur looked at Athena with a complicated expression.
"It seems I obtained a spirit bloodline through one of the abilities granted by my System."
For several seconds, Athena simply stared at him.
Her golden eyes widened.
"What?"
The word came out sharper than she intended.
To Athena, obtaining a spirit bloodline so casually was absurd.
It went against every law she knew.
Bloodlines were not things one could simply obtain through luck. A person had to be born with one, inherit it, awaken it through a rare ritual, or receive it through an impossible stroke of fate.
The bloodline of spirits was even more extraordinary.
Spirits were proud beings. They guarded their heritage fiercely and regarded their bloodlines as sacred. Even half-spirits like Athena existed only because of forbidden unions and circumstances that could not easily be repeated.
Yet Arthur had somehow gained a bloodline connected to the First Spirit.
Just like that.
Athena's expression became complicated.
