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Ezra was flummoxed by what he heard. "Dracul Wolf Family" he slowly repeated the words he heard from Fenrir.

"Your bloodline wields a terrifying power, Bjorn put 5 restrictions on his bloodline that only his true successor can unleash." Said Fenrir

"True successor, you mean me?" Asked the prince.

"Yes," Fenrir nodded positively.

"How can I lift those restrictions?" Prince of Bloodfang Kingdom asked.

The Monstrous Wolf of Norse shook his head. "I know but I can't tell you."

"Why? Don't tell me it's something like the legacy of Bjorn or any other bullshit." The behaviour of Ezra became irate.

"You will know as you gather all the remaining four swords, the procedure will be shown to you when you'll get enough power to defend yourself from danger.

The sole reason behind Bjorn's harsh decision was to hide his bloodline, his family was already considered a fishbone in the throat just because of their godly bodies.

When Bjorn made me his Martial Spirit, he was already 36 years old. But being in the upper realm, the news spread like wildfire.

With the help of Mythic Dominions, the rivals of the Dracul Wolf Family eliminated the entire race.

In order to let you all live peacefully, he put 5 restrictions, 1 on each sword. And I will not ruin his plans, find the remaining four swords and when all 4 disciples deem you worthy, only then you can lift the restrictions by pouring your blood on the swords." Fenrir finished.

Ezra squinted his eyebrows "Oh, so I only need to drop my blood on the necklace?"

"Yes... wait! No..."

Ezra grinned in evil. "Are you sure, you are a powerful mythical martial spirit?"

Fenrir growled. "It was a slip of tongue."

It looked like it was a slip of tongue, however, Fenrir was not a being who could do such mistakes. He intentionally told him by acting as if it was a slip of tongue.

Ezra laughed, he took out Efsa and gently tapped the tip of his finger on his short sword's tip.

A blood drop popped up as he pulled up his strange wolf-faced necklace and dropped the blood droplet on it.

"..."

"..."

"Nothing happened." Said, Ezra.

Fenrir didn't show any expression as he said. "That's unexpected."

Ezra sighed and leaned on the throne when suddenly a strange heat erupted his body.

"What is this!!" He felt a burning sensation. "I can feel an appalling amount of strength in my body."

Soon the strange burning sensation ended, Ezra was in a sweat, he looked at his body. His height increased from 6'2 to 6'4 and so did his body frame, it was not much visible but his overall body frame grew.

"This strength, I can sense that my physical power has evolved to a new height. I am shivering at the mere thought of how powerful I will be after lifting the remaining 4 restrictions."

<Bloodfang Kingdom - Red Sky city>

A man in a royal dress was in sweat, the patches of salty liquid invaded his dress as he panted. Beside him, was a crown embedded with beautiful carvings and pearls, the crown was on the floor.

He stood up and checked his body. "What just happened?"

This man was none other than Mirza Zephyr, he was working in his office and was about to start his daily training when he felt a strange heat in his body, his height also grew from 6'2 to 6'5 feet.

At that point, another figure appeared from the door, a giant 7'0 feet man. Mirza's eyes widened when he saw him. "Dad??"

"Yes, it's me." Unlike his son who was panting, the Canine Fists was in sweats but didn't pant or he was trying his best not to.

"What happened to us?" Feroza asked his son.

"I don't know..." replied Mirza.

Both became silent for a while before Feroza spoke again. "Son, have you read the ancestral memoirs?"

"Yes, I have. Why dad?"

Feroza looked at the towering height that he just achieved and extra muscles which looked as if they were pumped with air.

"See your chest." Said Feroza.

Mirza did as said and he saw a strange wolf symbol on his body with 1 sword in a scabbard above it, it was emitting a radiant red light.

"This light... perhaps, someone has lifted the restrictions." Said Feroza in a low voice.

"What restric... O Goodness... the restrictions!" Mirza remembered something and quickly he bolted his way towards a room in the basement.

Without any delay, the former King of Bloodfang followed the current King.

Soon, they arrived at a library, it only had a few shelves but all were keenly placed and cleaned.

Only those who can not read and write could enter this room for the only purpose of cleaning.

Mirza moved his finger around the scrolls until his finger stopped on a certain scroll on which the word "1st" was written, indicating the 1st Emperor of Bloodfang Empire.

Unlike now, the earlier Bloodfang was a huge empire, not a small kingdom.

Mirza opened the scroll and started reading, Feroza stood behind him and listened as he was not a man fond of reading.

Mirza stopped at a point, his voice pitched up as he read. "All five restrictions shall be removed once my successor dips the swords in his zephyr blood. Radiant wolf will shine on the chest with 5 swords in scabbards"

"Successor? 1st Emperor and our Forefather Bjorn Zephyr's successor! Aren't you the current King of Bloodfang Kingdom and I, the previous one? Who else could be the successor?" Asked Feroza.

"No no no dad, Forefather was a very wise man, none in the history of us zephyrs could be compared to him."

His finger moved from line to line as he read and once again he stopped and pitched up his voice as he read. "Removal of restrictions shall put an end to Red Wolf Family."

Feroza's heart skipped a beat, his pulse increased as he got anticipated. "What does that mean, son? Will a catastrophe befell upon us because our restrictions are lifted?"

Mirza didn't reply and kept reading.

"Son?" He asked again.

Mirza finally snapped. "Dad, shut up!! I can't concentrate, I am as frustrated as you or maybe more. Stay quiet and let me find out, Forefather Bjorn's records are like pieces of puzzles.

If he writes a question in 1st paragraph then the answer will be in 67th, even I who have completely memorised the memoirs of late ancestors couldn't comprehend the depth of Forefather Bjorn's records including the memoir of that ancestor."

"Huh! Who is the other one except Forefather Bjorn Zephyr?" Asked Feroza, he was a man who never cared about anything, including his own kingdom. Just like that, he didn't care about Mirza's irritation and asked what he wanted to know.

Mirza sighed, he knew nothing will come if he argue with his father to stay silent. "3rd Emperor, Xerxes Zephyr. He was the most mysterious and ambitious emperor in Bloodfang's history. But one day, he went somewhere and never came back."

He told his father and started to read again, the reading went on until he stopped. "My successor shall end the fake name and revive the archaic name of my bloodline, The Dracul Wolf Family. Only removal of restrictions can undo Dracul Wolf Family."

Feroza didn't understand the words but the current king fully grasped the hidden meaning as he widened his eyes in shock, his face was dipped in sweat, especially his forehead.

He kept reading and reading until he reached the final paragraph. It was there, that Bjorn Zephyr wrote.

"Zephyr with Black Wolf will be my sole successor."

That was it, the moment they read those words only one name came to their mind. "Ezra!"

Both men murmured at the same time, there are only 3 members of the Red Wolf Family alive, only three with the surname of Zephyr in the entire continent.

"He has become the successor of our forefather, as expected of my grandson, hahaha!" Feroza laughed in happiness.

However, the father of Ezra Zephyr, the wiser man between the two people present was in deep heed.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad that his precious son became the successor of Bjorn Zephyr.

Now knowing all the things and witnessing the restriction lifted, he could piece up all the information of other ancestors who warned and guided the successor.

"The troubles and terrors of successor's arrival, enemies of the upper realm and other continents shall invade. The successor must be killed to calm the calamity prophesied." These were the words recorded in the Memoir of 3rd Emperor Xerxes Zephyr, the eldest grandson of Bjorn Zephyr.

Mirza clenched his fist and solidify his guts as he said to his father. "Dad, be ready, there will be unending wars from this point on. We have to protect Ezra, no matter what." There was a fire ignited in his eyes.

The mountain-like old man laughed. "Haha, I am always ready."

Mirza gritted his teeth as he stared at a scroll in the shelf, it had '3rd' written on it. "I won't allow anyone to harm my son, even if his existence brings calamities. If such calamities befell upon us, I will burn them myself."