The Indomitable War God

Chapter 3

Meanwhile, Sebastian stepped down from a black sedan calmly. He had finally reached his destination.

The Lockwood Manor stood proudly in the center of Sun District.

The estate covered several acres of land, with towering iron gates, luxurious fountains, and rows of carefully trimmed hedges stretching across the property.

Several luxury cars worth millions of dollars were parked outside the manor, while heavily armed guards patrolled the surrounding.

Sebastian stood quietly before the gates, his hands in his pockets. His expression was calm and indifferent.

A middle-aged butler hurried down the marble steps the moment he saw Sebastian.

“Lord Helios?” the butler asked respectfully.

Sebastian nodded once.

“The Patriarch has been waiting for your arrival. This way please.” The old butler said. He immediately led Sebastian into the manor.

As they walked through the luxurious halls, several servants lowered their heads respectfully upon seeing the butler’s cautious attitude toward Sebastian.

Soon, they arrived at the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was grand and majestic. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, and expensive antique paintings lined the walls. An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a cyan traditional robe, sat calmly at the center of the hall. Despite his age, his sharp eyes carried immense authority.

The moment he saw Sebastian, the old man immediately rose to his feet.

“Haha! Sebastian, you’ve finally arrived!”

Henry Lockwood walked forward personally with a smile on his face.

“Greetings, Patriarch Lockwood.” Sebastian greeted respectfully.

Henry laughed heartily. “You’re still as distant as ever. Come, come. Have a seat.”

The two of them sat opposite each other while servants quickly served tea.

“This is a tea made from the root of a seven-hundred-year-old Snowheart Ginseng.” Henry said as the servant finished pouring Sebastian a cup. "It is very useful for healing internal injuries. Please, have a sip."

Sebastian's gaze flickered with interest. He had heard of Snowheart Ginseng. It was rare enough that a single root could auction for millions. For Henry to brew it as tea was a display of both wealth and sincerity.

“Thank you.” Sebastian said sincerely and took a sip.

A warm, soothing sensation spread from his throat down to his chest. The dull ache in his side—the injury strained earlier that day—softened noticeably. His shoulders relaxed by a fraction.

“It’s fine.” Henry laughed.

Sebastian nodded, then took another sip of his tea.

Henry observed him carefully. Even though Sebastian was dressed plainly in a simple military uniform, his temperament was extraordinary. His posture was steady like a mountain, and the faint aura around him unconsciously pressured others.

Henry sighed inwardly.

As expected of the Divine Sage’s disciple.

“You resemble your father more and more,” Henry said suddenly.

Sebastian’s gaze flickered slightly, but his expression remained calm.

Henry noticed his reaction but did not continue the topic. Instead, he smiled faintly.

“How is your master doing these days?”

“He’s doing well,” Sebastian replied briefly.

Henry nodded.

“That sly old man disappeared from public sight years ago. The fact that he allowed you to come to Cloud City means he truly values you.”

Sebastian remained silent.

Henry continued smiling. “I also heard some things about you overseas. You’re quite the remarkable young man. I dare say only you can accomplish such feats.”

“They’re just exaggerated rumors.” Sebastian replied modestly.

Henry burst into laughter.

“Sebastian, there’s no need to be modest before me.”

Before Sebastian could respond, a loud sound suddenly echoed in the air.

Bang!

The massive doors to the Great Hall suddenly burst open, and a cold voice rang out.

“Grandpa, I already told you I don’t want to get married yet!”

Amelia strode into the hall angrily with Lisa trailing behind her. However, the moment Amelia looked up, her footsteps froze.

Lisa’s eyes also widened in shock.

“Y-you! You conman!”

Sebastian was momentarily stunned, but his expression turned cold at Lisa’s words.

Henry looked between them with a furrowed brow. "You two know each other?"

Amelia’s beautiful face hardened.

“Grandpa, don’t tell me this nobody is the person you arranged for me?” She asked sharply.

Henry's expression darkened. "Watch your tone."

Amelia pointed directly at Sebastian. “Grandpa, do you know who he is? He’s just an arrogant soldier pretending to be what he’s not!”

Lisa nodded vigorously. “That’s right, Patriarch Lockwood. Earlier today, he even tried to scam Miss Amelia over a broken pendant.”

Henry’s frown deepened. Before he could speak, Sebastian calmly responded.

“She was the one who almost ran me over.”

Amelia's eyes flashed, cold as ice. "Lies! I had already braked before the car even got close to you!"

Lisa crossed her arms. "And after refusing compensation, you decided to come and trouble Patriarch Lockwood? I knew you were nothing but a conman!"

Sebastian’s gaze turned icy. “Like I said before, you think too highly of yourself.”

“You—!”

“Enough!” Henry suddenly barked.

The entire hall fell silent.

Henry's face was dark as he looked at Amelia. “This is Sebastian Helios, and he is your fiancé. This marriage was personally arranged by me years ago.”

Amelia laughed coldly in disbelief.

“Fiancé?”

She stared at Sebastian like she was looking at something absurd.

“Him?”

“Yes,” Henry replied firmly.

"No." Amelia's voice was resolute. "I will never marry him. This engagement must be called off."

Henry’s expression hardened. “This is not open for discussion.”

“Why not?!” Amelia snapped. “I’m the CEO of Rose Corporation! I worked for everything I have! And now you want me to marry some random soldier I’ve never met before?!”

Henry slammed his cane against the floor.

Bang!

“Nonsense! You will marry Sebastian!”

Amelia clenched her fists tightly.

“Grandpa, there are countless outstanding men in Cloud City. Why him?”

Henry narrowed his eyes.

“Because he is more capable than all of them combined.”

Lisa almost laughed after hearing that.

A mere soldier was more capable than all the young heirs’ wealthy families and corporations had to offer?

What a load of nonsense!

Sebastian, however, remained expressionless from beginning to end.

Amelia turned toward him coldly.

“And you? Don’t tell me you actually want this marriage.”

Sebastian glanced at her indifferently.

“If it weren’t for my master’s wishes, I wouldn’t want to marry you either.”

Amelia’s face stiffened and turned red from anger.

“You scoundrel—!”

The fact that Sebastian sounded equally unwilling infuriated her even more.

Henry rubbed his temples with irritation.

“You will get married to Sebastian. End of discussion.”

Amelia took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with anger. Finally, she laughed coldly.

“Fine.”

She turned around immediately.

She turned on her heel. "But know this—I will never acknowledge this marriage."

With that, she stormed out of the hall furiously.

Lisa shot Sebastian one last glare before scurrying after her.

Silence returned to the Great Hall.

Henry sighed heavily and looked at Sebastian apologetically. "That brat has been spoiled since she was young. I hope you will not take it to heart."

Sebastian calmly sipped his tea. The warmth of the Snowheart Ginseng still lingered in his chest, easing the ache in his side.

"I won't."

Henry nodded slowly, a bitter smile on his lips. "Thank you."

Sebastian stood. “I should get going.”

Henry rose as well. “Very well. We’ll speak again another day.”

Sebastian nodded once and turned toward the exit.

The old patriarch watched Sebastian’s departing figure thoughtfully.

*

Outside the manor, snow continued falling lightly from the dark sky.

Sebastian walked quietly down the stone pathway, his breath misting in the cold air. His expression was calm, but his mind wasn’t.

Amelia Lockwood. The woman who broke the last keepsake from his mother and called him a conman was the woman he was supposed to marry.

How infuriating.

He exhaled slowly.

Just as he reached the gates, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Sebastian glanced at the unfamiliar number, then answered.

“Who is this?”

A respectful voice immediately sounded from the other end.

“Lord Helios? This is Isaac Rutherford.”

Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly.

If Amelia and Lisa were here, they would have frozen in shock.

This was because Isaac Rutherford was none other than the owner of the Rutherford Group, one of the most powerful corporations in the city!