The subject of the child was never mentioned at the funeral.
Charles’ parents, after a brief meeting with him, decided to keep it between them and to deal with it only after the funeral period, which usually lasted a year.
Charles never visited the child.
The once outgoing man became quiet and withdrawn, even from his own children who were also suffering the loss of their mother and sibling.
The year passed and the child grew.
Her hair, once light ginger, turned copper with black streaks.
Her death aura became so strong that magical artifacts, in the form of earrings, had to be placed on her to contain it.
George then summoned his son and wife for a meeting at dawn.
Charles arrived late, drunk and looking shabby.
His mother, pained by the sight, said as she embraced him, “You are welcome, son.
I wish we could meet under happier circumstances, but all will be well.
Your father and I will see to it.” George, with a dignified look, dismissed this unnecessary chatter and got straight to the point:” The child, …., your child is a Lagini.” He continued before Charles could say a word: “We already know the whole story and I can assure you of the purity of our line. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
Lucrea and Devorak had no heir.
Devorak was killed and another took his place.”
Charles chuckled and said: “How do you know?
There are no records.” Margaret looked at her husband, almost begging him to tell him, and said: “Darling, I think it is time you told him.
He is your heir after all.” Charles raised his voice and said, “Secrets and secrets …
Our civilisation is going to hell because of secrets!
I do not ask for the truth, I command it.”
George replied angrily, releasing the Shadow of Light, a technique higher than the weight of Light, that brought them both to their knees, “It is not your place to tell me what to do!” Charles didn’t fight, though he could easily have, but broke into bitter tears.
George sighed as he released them and said: “Follow me, boy.”