Second Choice Noble Son: Apparently I’m Stronger Than the Summoned Heroes Chapter 44 : Our miracles

The rows shimred faintly, the mana glow pulsing like fireflies in the earth. I clapped my hands together and grinned.

“See, Dad! It’s working!”

He gave a slow nod, rubbing his chin. “It’s… more than working.”

Because right before our eyes, the dry furrows began to shift. Tiny green shoots broke through the soil, stretching toward the sun.

I gasped. “They’re growing already?!”

Father stiffened, eyes wide. “That’s impossible… This land was cursed dead. Even with monster ash, it should take weeks. Not minutes.”

The HUD shimred in front of :

[New Evolution Triggered: Aqua Bloom]

[Requirent: Use Aqua Ball repeatedly on fertilized soil until life stirs.]

[Progress: 1/100]

I spun in place, arms flapping. “Mama’s going to be so happy!”

Right on cue, her voice cut through the air. “Rooga?”

I froze.

Mama was standing at the edge of the field, her violet eyes wide as she took in the sight of tiny sprouts dotting the barren ground.

The faint glow of mana around them painted her face in green light.

“…This land is dead,” she whispered. “No seed should ever take root here. Not even with ash.”

I grinned proudly, holding up my dripping little hands. “I did it! I made them grow!”

Her gaze flicked from to the soil, then to Father, then back again. She stepped forward slowly, crouching to touch the tender shoots. Her fingers trembled.

“…Alive,” she muttered. “It’s alive.”

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Her eyes glistened. For the first ti since we arrived at this cursed border, she was smiling—truly smiling, not the guarded smile she wore for and Elara.

“You… you brought life to the dead.”

I tilted my head. “Is that bad?”

She laughed softly, brushing her sleeve across her eyes. “No, Rooga. Not bad at all. Just… beyond anything I ever imagined.”

Father folded his arms, his voice low. “Selene. He may have just done what no magician could.”

But I wasn’t listening. I was already crouched down, patting the sprout with both hands like it was a puppy.

“Grow big,” I whispered. “Grow strong.”

The HUD flickered again:

[Bond Strengthened: Selene Valemont – Awe]

[Hidden Effect: Plant Magic Affinity Unlocked]

And for a while, we forgot about curses, nobles, and war.

There was only family, sunlight, and the miracle of green life breaking through the dead earth.

Parent Perspective

The house was quiet. Rooga had fallen asleep early after his triumphant day in the fields, and even little Riaz was tucked in, snoring softly in his cradle.

Selene sat at the edge of the bed, brushing her hair out of her face, her expression clouded. Darius ca in, shutting the door behind him.

“You’re still thinking about him,” he said gently.

She didn’t answer at first, just kept her gaze fixed on the floorboards. “…He’s too much, Darius. A child shouldn’t be able to do what he does. No, not even a grown magician should. I keep telling myself he’s just talented, but…”

Her voice cracked, and she covered her face with her hands.

“Sotis I see the way his mana twists, the way his spells evolve—faster, sharper, deadlier—and I think… gods forgive , but I think… my son is a monster.”

Silence. Then the creak of the bed as Darius sat beside her. He gently pulled her hands away, forcing her to et his gaze.

“No,” he said firmly. “He’s not a monster.”

Her eyes trembled. “Then what is he, Darius? What kind of child makes the dead earth bloom one day, and wields flas that could kill the next?”

Darius’s calloused hand cupped her cheek. He smiled, weary but warm.

“He’s our miracle.”

Selene blinked.

“For Elara, who trains with a sword heavier than she should ever have to lift. For you, who gave up being the world’s greatest mage to beco a mother. For , who can barely hold a hoe these days without stumbling. And even for little Riaz, who’ll grow up looking to his brother.”

Her lips trembled, tears threatening to spill. “Miracle…”

“Yes,” Darius whispered, pulling her into his arms. “Not a curse. Not a monster. Our miracle.”

For the first ti in a long ti, Selene let herself rest against his chest, her tears soaking into his tunic. His arms were strong around her, steadying her trembling.

They stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other as if the world outside their walls didn’t exist.

And when the lantern dimd and their whispers softened into warmth, a new seed of life was sown that night—one that would grow into the fourth Valemont child.