Chapter 795: Chapter 795: Hocoming
Kain left the coffeehouse apart from Airalai with a deliberately casual stride, but Bea was already extending her Pale Thought Field around his vicinity. In its range, microscopic splits spontaneously ford inside the minds of pedestrians passing by.
Outwardly, they all looked like ordinary citizens walking ho at dusk. In truth, each carried a tiny Bea-split, quietly feeding impressions back to Kain. Through their borrowed senses he confird there were no unusual eyes on him, no one tailing. And no, Kain didn’t feel as though he was being needlessly paranoid. What gnawed at him was the chance that Airalai—or soone from her organization—might try to follow him to discover the orphanage’s new location. He ant to make sure that never happened.
Thankfully, Bea’s splits confird that there was nobody unusual tailing him. Only then did he relax enough to head in the direction of ho and push through the massive front gates that surrounded the property. This first set of gates marked the edges of the barrier surrounding his property and the house wasn’t even in eyeshot of the front gates.
The orphanage was no longer the southern-region ho he had grown up in. After relocating everyone to Dark Moon City, Kain had built this massive property crowned with a mansion from the ground up, funded by his own planner earnings.
Their new ho was built on several acres of land just outside Dark Moon City. Rolling fields full of spiritual plants stretched around it, broken by an artificial lake that glowed with both sunlight and the light of Gilded Serafins swimming beneath its surface.
Over a hundred River Wolf pups road the property, but Ferrin (the first beast-tar to be created by Kain, and who has since been employed by him to collect their poop for FMT pills) no longer had to wrangle them alone.
Lesser and greater elental fairies had been trained to help manage the pups and even collect their waste for Ferrin’s FMT pill work, all under the firm guidance of the sole Light Royal Elental Fairy. The Royal Fairy—the only one of its kind for the light elent in the world—directed the others complete authority.
When Kain first entered through the barrier at the edge of the property, she paused her instructions and darted toward him joy, greeting him before even his family realized he was ho.
Kain admired her radiant form and the capable way she handled the other fairies, silently grateful he hadn’t given in to the greed of selling her despite the astronomical offers he’d once received since she was the first Royal Elental Fairy created and the only Light Royal Elental Fairy that can exist at a ti. He reached out to pet her head, and she settled on his shoulder, riding there as he trekked further up the path toward the mansion.
Toward the entrance rose the mansion itself, large enough to house Kain, his ten siblings, the director, Gabriel (who Kain had rescued and first developed the thod to create beast tars for), and Ferrin in comfort.
Its idyllic country estate appearance was encapsulated by a second more heavy-duty shimring high-grade defensive array enclosing the grounds more close to the mansion, warning off intruders with lethal promise.
Its size and structure were new, but the laughter spilling from inside was the sa. He paused on the threshold, letting the sound of children shouting his na filter into him like warmth.
“Kain!”
“Big brother Kain’s back!”
The little ones collided into him in a wave before he even shut the door. Tiny hands grabbed his sleeves, his arms, his waist, everyone speaking at once about how they saw him fight on the live broadcasts of the National Tournant, how the announcers called his na, how Serena had been standing right next to him. lody and Charlie—still the youngest but now each a full head taller than when he’d first left for College—tugged him toward the common room where the director and Bridge were waiting.
The table was already full. Wealth now ensured his family lacked for nothing; the spread brimd with high-end desserts and cuts of spiritual creature at bought for the occasion. Yet despite it all, what Kain liked the most was the familiar humble stew the director had cooked since his childhood, accompanied by fresh bread. The director clasped his shoulder, eyes shining with pride that he tried to hide behind his usual stern façade. Bridge grinned from ear to ear and practically shoved a plate into his hands.
As they ate, the younger ones began firing questions one after another, their words tumbling over each other in excitent. Had he really fought Cassian Lysander to a standstill? When would the pretty Serena co to visit them again? Did dragons feel hot when they breathed fire? Kain answered patiently, laughing at their antics and letting the tension of the past weeks lt away. For tonight at least, he could just be their older brother again.
The evening blurred in warmth. They ate until they were stuffed, the younger ones demanding he retell parts of the battles they’d already watched on the massive screen Kain has set up for them in the living room, acting them out with mismatched toy figurines. When the hour grew late, the children were herded to bed with much protest and eventual yawns.
Ferrin, despite not being a child, also left. He was still going strong with the bank teller girl he’d t last year, and so had been spending most of his nights outside of the manor with her. Kain predicted that it was only a matter of ti before he moved out entirely.
But regardless of the reason, Kain was currently grateful for Ferrin tactfully leaving; he was about to have a heavy conversation…
At last, only three remained in the lamplit hall: Kain, Bridge, and the director.
The air shifted.
Kain set down his cup. “There’s sothing I need to tell you.”
Bridge raised an eyebrow. “That serious tone again. What now, planning to elope with Serena?”
“Bridge,” the director said warningly.
Kain ignored the jab. His voice cut steady. “I found Airalai. She’s alive.”
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