As the doors creaked open, the baby villain tried to turn his eyes to look at the Patriarch, but he was unable to. ’What the hell? I can’t even move my eyes. Why a baby!!?’ his mind scread. But on the outside, he looked like the quietest and cutest baby in existence.
’Co closer, let see you.’
The Patriarch’s foot crossed the threshold of the room, his dark blue coat swept over the floor, and his blue eyes shone with wisdom and warmth.
"Agnes!" ca his enthusiastic voice.
’So the na of my mother is Agnes... Agnes, good na,’ the baby cooed.
"Patriarch," Agnes tried to stand up, but she intentionally fell on her bed.
"You don’t have to greet , you should get so rest," he said with concern in his voice, his eyes slightly scrutinising her. He had felt sothing off in the air, but he couldn’t quite put his hand around it.
Agnes was one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world, she was the last high mage of the Eastern Sanctum... ’How could she be this weak after childbirth?’ the Patriarch thought inwardly, but he quickly dismissed his thoughts as he stared at the bouncy baby in the crib.
"Do you want to hold him?" Agnes weakly asked, her skin looked pale now, and her lips chapped.
The Patriarch smiled brightly, "Of course."
Plum, who was standing at the corner of the room, hurried to where the baby was lying, before gently lifting him up and gently placing him in the Patriarch’s arms.
’Why do I feel so uneasy?’ the villain wondered as he felt himself in the arms of an old man, whose hair was mostly white. The aura that was emitting from him was so overwhelming, almost suffocating. If he was an ordinary baby, he would have begun crying.
Agnes smiled seeing that her baby was not crying in the Patriarch’s arms. ’Mother said we need to win this old man’s favour, maybe I can help,’ the baby stared at him.
"Your baby is very special. This is the first baby that has never cried in my presence," the Patriarch said with enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling with pride.
’But why does he look so familiar? Have I seen him before? Where?’
"Oh, now he is looking at with curiosity. I like him," the Patriarch’s eyes glinted.
’Keep quiet and stay still, let have a good look at your old face.’ The baby’s eyes squinted, although most of his face was covered with beards, and the fact that he looked like a giant didn’t help the issue.
The leader’s long black hair, streaked with white, opened his arms, moving his hand, forming a rune. Then a blue azure rune ford underneath the villain. The leader’s eyes turned light blue. "Your end is now, Villain! You shall do no more evil!"
The mory flashed through his head, and just like that the mory of the leader who had orchestrated the attack on him appeared in his head, and the person who was standing right in front of him had the sa face as him.
’This can’t be possible, maybe he is soone who shares the sa face as him,’ he thought, his eyes squinting more.
"Plum, take him, I need to go see my other grandson," the Patriarch’s words were like sand in her throat.
She exchanged a knowing look with Plum. Just then, A rattling cough tore through Agnes’ chest, and her body jerked forward as dark red blood sprayed across her pale fingers.
Plum’s eyes widened in alarm, she rushed back to Agnes, turning midway from the Patriarch.
’Did I drain her power that much? She’s coughing out blood. I thought we would be a good duo, so sad,’ the villain thought as his little body stilled in the Patriarch’s arms.
"Agnes, are you okay?" the Patriarch stepped closer, he waved his other hand over her fra, a blue energy ford around her, but she spat more blood out.
"You are poisoned," his eyes narrowed, his veins popping from anger. "Who poisoned you?" his voice grew eerily low.
As much as the villain wanted to focus on his mother, sothing else caught his attention, the Patriarch’s fake arm, an arcane-infused tal arm. He saw the black arm glowing with blue runes when the Patriarch had cast a spell.
’This is the rare arcane-infused tal arm that is forged from a rare obsidianite and ethersteel alloy, which is capable of conducting and amplifying magical energy. The materials are so rare and are found in the northern part of the realm. How did he get it? No, why did he lose his arms?’
Then, the image of the leader who had led the attack, losing his arms, flashed through his mind, as he connected the dots. ’The sa face, but older. The sa missing arms, this sa aura. HE WAS THE ONE WHO LED THE PEOPLE TO KILL !’ Anger boiled in his blood.
His vision darkened, and rage burned beneath his baby skin. Then his eyes turned sharp gold, burning with fury. The blood-chilling aura stretched across the room, its power so overwhelming that the Patriarch, Agnes, and Plum felt cold shivers running down their spine. Agnes froze mid-cough, Plum’s breath caught and the Patriarch couldn’t help but flinch.
’Rember now, old man?’
Imdiately, Agnes’ eyes snapped towards her son, who was in the Patriarch’s arms, and her heart skittered in her chest. Her eyes widened as she saw her son’s eyes had turned gold, and he was staring daggers at him.
"Who is that? Where is this death-reeking aura coming from?" The Patriarch’s eyes shone light blue, as he looked beyond what normal eyes could see. Then he sensed the aura coming from underneath him, as he turned his gaze to look at what it was.
Agnes’ heart stopped, almost hanging in her throat.
"Patriarch!" she called desperately as she tried to distract him from looking down. She spat more blood.
He stopped midway, turning his gaze to her. "Agnes," he called out worriedly.
With a knowing look to Plum, Plum imdiately stood up to carry the baby from the Patriarch. She almost gasped in surprise when she saw the baby’s eyes.
She quickly carried the baby, turning the baby to face her, so his eyes would not be seen by the Patriarch.
’Let go! What kind of irony is this? Born as a grandchild to my killer?’ His golden eyes turned back to their normal shades of grey.
The Patriarch tried to track the aura, but as quickly as it had co, it had also disappeared. Without chasing any further, he turned to Agnes.
"Let detox you," the Patriarch moved his hand up in the air, and a blue pentagram ford under the bed Agnes was sitting on. Then black smoke began to flow out from her body. After a couple of minutes, she was fully detoxed.
He gently brought his hand down. "Who did this?" Anger flashed through his eyes.
Agnes smiled, before weakly turning to him. "Do you really not know who caused this?" She rested her head on the pillow.
"That stupid son of mine," he cussed under his breath. "Co with , let’s see what he has to say."
Agnes opened her mouth to protest, but he raised his hand first, a soft hum filled the room. A swirling blue light lit the floor beneath her, spinning faster and faster. Plum barely had ti to tighten her hold on the baby before the spell activated. Then, light flashed through the room, and the humming sound lingered in the air before it was swallowed by silence. The faint scent of magic was the only thing lingering in the air.
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