Chapter 103: Chapter 101: The Archfiend, It’s Been Hard on You All These Years
Celeste Grant’s eyes widened, and she pinched herself.
It hurt.
This was real.
No one was playing a joke on her.
"So... what happened to ?"
She frowned slightly.
’This is the Cultivation World, after all.’
Her son had grown up normally. In that case, she already had a good idea of what had happened.
There was only one possibility.
"I entered a state of epiphany?"
Aaron Sinclair nodded. "That’s right, Mom. It happened at Grandpa’s house. After you entered your epiphany, Dad and Grandpa said you would wake up in a few days. We waited there for a while, but you didn’t show any reaction. So Dad brought you back here, and you’ve been sleeping until now."
’So, to , it just felt like I’d taken a nap.’
’And so many years just passed by like that?’
At this thought, Celeste Grant let out a dry laugh and scratched her hair. "I can’t believe so many years passed just from a single epiphany. That’s way too fast, isn’t it?"
’Is this what the Cultivation World is like?’
’If this were the modern world, I’d be considered to be in a vegetative state. My family would probably have given up on treatnt by now.’
Aaron Sinclair glanced at her and said, "Mom, you should ditate first. You might be about to break through to the next realm. Spiritual Energy keeps surging into your body."
Watching the Spiritual Energy converge around her, Celeste Grant nodded slightly.
"Alright."
Celeste Grant returned to the bed and began to ditate. At the sa ti, nature’s spiritual energy surged into her body. A powerful wave of Cultivation fluctuated from her, and she broke through directly to Golden Core Perfection.
Her hands moved through a series of gestures as she began to stabilize her Cultivation and retract her aura.
She opened her eyes.
She raised her hand.
She could feel she had grown stronger.
"I’ve broken through to a new realm. I’m at Golden Core Perfection now."
’At this rate, I should be able to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in ten years, tops. Sweet.’
She looked up at her son.
She reached out and pulled him in front of her.
’I really missed my son growing up, just like that.’
A pang of sadness hit her.
Celeste Grant wrapped her arms around her son, gently stroking his back. "My son, I’m so sorry. Mommy couldn’t be there to watch you grow up."
Aaron Sinclair, however, comforted her instead. He hugged her back and said, "Don’t worry about it, Mom. Weren’t you always by my side? I slept next to you every day when I was little. So you were with
while I grew up."
Hearing this...
Celeste Grant’s eyes reddened unexpectedly.
She leaned on her son’s shoulder.
"Mommy will always be with you from now on."
"I’ll always be with you too, Mommy. Mwah."
Celeste Grant’s mood brightened instantly. She stared at young Aaron Sinclair, looking him over and over until he grew embarrassed.
"Mom, please stop staring at . It’s embarrassing."
"Haha, so you know how to be embarrassed now? I saw you when you were still running around bare-butted." As she spoke, she reached out and pinched his slightly chubby cheeks.
"I didn’t even get to hold you properly, and suddenly you’re so big. And so handso, too."
"Hehe, you can still hold
now, Mommy."
"I will. I absolutely will."
She pulled her son into her arms, happily nuzzling her cheek against his. "Mommy’s little darling, my precious baby, big hugs."
Young Aaron Sinclair wrapped his arms around her and leaned into his mother’s embrace, a smile never leaving his face.
’It had been so long since his mom held him like this.’
"Mommy, I missed you so much. Mwah!"
"Mommy missed my good boy very much, too."
"Whose son is this, so handso and dashing? Hmm-hmm-hmm... he’s mine."
She patted his back gently, just as she did when he was little. Looking at her child leaning against her, she smiled and began to sing softly.
"Little white rabbit, so good and sweet, open up the door for ..."
"Mommy is ho, let
co inside..."
When her son was very little, she would sing this song to him to get him to sleep. Singing it to him again now, he was already a big boy.
"Mom, that sounds so nice."
"I want to hear ’Two Tigers,’ too."
"Alright... Two tigers, two tigers, run so fast, run so fast. One has no eyes, and one has no tail. How strange, how strange..."
As she was singing...
...a tall, slender figure appeared before them. The newcor’s large fra cast a shadow over the mother and son.
He reached out, grabbed his son by the collar, and pulled him aside. "Kid, you’re a big boy now. Have you no sha, making your mother sing you to sleep? And with such a childish song, at that. Are you three years old?"
Her son placed a hand on his hip, let out a smug "hehe," and smoothed his hair. "Dad, you’re just jealous that Mom’s holding
and not you. Hey, if you’re jealous, just say it. You can ask Mom to hold you too. Look at that gloomy face of yours. Jealousy makes people ugly."
Celeste Grant froze for a mont, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, I’m dying... Sorry, I couldn’t help it. ’Jealousy makes people ugly’—son, you have such a way with words."
Looking at the mother and son, one big and one small, Javier Sinclair’s cold expression began to crack.
Javier Sinclair glanced at his son, and his hand started to itch. ’Why was he so cute when he was little, but so infuriating now that he’s older?’
’Whose brat is this? Soone drag him out for .’
’Never mind. He’s my own.’
’I have to endure it.’
’Can’t hit him.’
’What if I break him?’
"Do I look like the type to get jealous? What a joke."
He scoffed. His mouth was always tougher than he was.
Ignoring his son, he turned his gaze to Celeste Grant.
"You had a breakthrough?"
Celeste Grant nodded.
"Mhm, just a small one."
As she spoke, she looked at the man before her.
To her, it felt as though she had just seen Javier Sinclair, so there was no sense of distance between them. ’He’s so awkward,’ she thought.
Celeste Grant smiled and held out her arms.
"Hey, Dad. Want a hug?"
’Hey, Dad.’
’She said it so naturally.’
But Javier Sinclair blushed.
He averted his gaze and cleared his throat.
"No. I’m not that brat, I don’t need to be held."
From behind, Aaron Sinclair gave him a shove. "Look at you. If you want a hug, just go for it. That’s Mom, not a stranger. You’re so timid. No wonder Aunt Nerida says you’ve been alone for centuries."
Javier Sinclair’s mouth twitched.
"... timid? Do I look like that kind of person to you?"
’It’s just a hug. It’s not like I haven’t held her before.’
With that thought, he sat down right next to Celeste Grant, reached out, and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her.
"See? When have I ever been timid? If you can’t describe things properly, you should just talk less."
For all these years, he, the infamous Archfiend, had to be both a father and a mother, occasionally even having to go out and search for his son, afraid he would be kidnapped.
Celeste Grant glanced at her son standing before her, then at the Archfiend holding her.
’This father-son duo must have had their fair share of battles, huh?’
’It seems this father and son have gotten along quite well over the years.’
A smile appeared in Celeste Grant’s eyes. She turned to look at Javier Sinclair, her gaze resting on his face. Even though so many years had passed, he hadn’t changed at all.
"It must have been hard for you all these years, my Archfiend."
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