Brothers Turn Against Each Other, Mother and Daughter Become Enemies

Become!

Heron lifted the Heartsteel, secured it with chains slung across his body, and locked the core of the Heartsteel to his heart.

A strange energy seemed to flow from his heart to his entire body. Heron clenched his fist, and he could clearly feel his physique strengthening.

It's truly extraordinary... It didn't disappoint Herren after all the effort he put in.

However, he also discovered that the "Giant Devour" passive ability, which is inherent to Heartsteel in the game, has been categorized under Heron's rune enhancements... Does this mean that the ability to grow infinitely with Heartsteel is a privilege unique to Heron? For others, Heartsteel is merely an accessory that can enhance their physique?

Heron reached out and stroked the surface of the Heart Steel, as if he could feel a warmth, as if it were alive.

He couldn't help but glance at old Ian, who was watching from a distance. The look in his eyes startled old Ian, who inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.

There's no red circle... It seems it can only be triggered by an enemy, otherwise Heron would have liked to tap it lightly to test the feel...

Ugh! My hands are itching! Herren's hands are itching to fight...

After looking around for a while and not seeing anyone with a red circle on their body, the restlessness caused by being possessed by the Steel Gate disciple finally subsided, and the kind personality once again took over.

How could I have such thoughts... Even for the sake of increasing the steel layer count, you can't just harm innocent people like that...

After silently repenting for a moment, Herren took off the Heartsteel and placed it on the table, then ruthlessly smashed it down with a hammer.

Nothing happened... Herren's hands were even a little numb from the shock.

No wonder it's called the "Steel Heart"...

Helen had been worried that the Heartsteel, hanging so brightly on his chest, would be easily damaged, but now it seemed that he not only didn't need to worry, but could also use it as a breastplate.

It's just that it doesn't look very good; it always feels weird to wear it like that...

After getting used to it for a while, Herren thought that when he wore clothes in the future, it would be a bit uncomfortable for his flesh to be in direct contact with iron.

The gaps between the clasps kept rubbing against the skin, and even though Herren's physique was different from ordinary people, he felt itchy all over after wearing it for a while.

Just then, Heron saw Sejuani walking towards them in the distance, looking dejected, like a defeated rooster... That's the good thing about the open-air furnace; you can see the slightest movement.

As soon as Sejuani entered the Hearthstone camp, she casually tossed her longsword aside and leaned it against a pillar.

Seeing this, old Ian obediently stood up.

Sejuani has been here a handful of times in her life, she definitely didn't come here for him... He wisely gave up his spot and moved to a distance.

"What's wrong? Did you get scolded?"

"...I guess so."

"I can guess it just by looking at your face scrunched up like a wild boar."

"..."

Sejuani pursed her lips, but had no interest in joking around with Heron.

Herren didn't take her seriously and focused on finding suitable materials among the available resources to see if there was any equipment that could be forged further.

The serpent's fangs... could they escape their "inferior" fate if new materials were added?

Herren was always a man of action; he took out the cold iron and began to smelt and remove impurities.

The hammering and the fire in the stove dispelled the winter chill, but Sejuani's mood did not improve much.

She stared blankly as Herren swung the hammer, her thoughts drifting off somewhere else.

After an unknown amount of time, Sejuani suddenly spoke.

"I'm planning to challenge the War Mother... What do you think?"

"What?"

"I said, I want to take on the challenge..."

"No, no, no need to repeat myself. I'm not deaf, and I don't have any signs of imperial power... I mean, what do you think?"

Heron stopped hammering and looked at Sejuani with some curiosity.

"What's wrong? Did your mom really scold you this time? Are you angry?"

"...I'm not that childish."

Sejuani gave a soft hum, thought for a moment, and then began to explain.

"She has become a complete puppet of the Frostguard. We haven't had a single day of good food since she led the tribe... I can no longer tolerate her weakness. I will challenge her authority and pull her down from her position as an incompetent war mother."

After saying that, Sejuani looked at Heron seriously.

"You said it yourself... that I would become an excellent war mother, right?"

"Yes, so I have no objection."

Herren shrugged and said casually.

This nonchalant attitude left Sejuani, who had put a lot of thought into preparing herself mentally, speechless.

The War Mother system is a unique feature of Freljord. Similarly, the War Mother is almost sacred. She not only possesses great power but is also responsible for everyone in the tribe. Challenging the War Mother, especially one's own mother, is considered extremely rebellious in Freljord's traditional view.

But Harren couldn't sense it at all. In the world he came from, things like brotherly love and respect, playing the whistling arrow for his father, and nine wild boar babies fighting each other were commonplace... Besides, Sejuani was destined to be a Warmother anyway, so it didn't matter whether it was sooner or later, right?

"...So, in that case, you support me?"

"certainly."

Heron said without looking up, seemingly not taking it seriously at all, but this eased Sejuani's tension considerably.

At that moment, Herren suddenly realized what was happening.

"Wait a minute, you're not going to need my help later, are you?"

"No... I've thought it over. I have the bloodline of ice and I am also the daughter of the War Mother. If I were to challenge the War Mother's authority, it would at least be reasonable... But I can't let others help me. That would probably cause the entire tribe to fall apart."

Serjana said seriously that the conflict should be kept between mother and son, rather than escalating to the point of dividing the entire tribe into two factions.

This also benefits Sejuani. She is too young and has very few supporters. Even those who are dissatisfied with Gorgia probably wouldn't approve of this young girl.

"So, I'll probably seize power through a public duel..."

"A duel? That means... you're going to kill your mother?"

Herren finally showed his surprise.

He originally thought Sejuani was planning to gather a group of supporters like Urkas to stage a coup and seize power, but he didn't expect it to be a grand drama that would determine who would win and who would lose.

Upon hearing Heron's question, Sejuani narrowed her eyes hesitantly.

"I don't want to... but I feel like she won't go easy on me."

Harren was silent for a moment. Clearly, the conflicts among primitive tribes in Freljord were more direct and cruel than he had imagined...

This seems somewhat contrary to the Zhou Dynasty's customs... *cough cough*

Heron considered for a moment, then waved to Sejuani.

Sejuani was taken aback, but still obediently walked up to Heron.

Immediately afterwards, Herren suddenly reached out and grabbed Sejuani's shoulders.

Before Sejuani could even react to what was happening, Harren's hand suddenly moved down and rested on Sejuani's waist.

Sejuani's eyes widened suddenly, she opened her mouth and made an "uh" sound, but didn't utter a complete sentence.

Then, Herren's hand moved down...