I Shall Cuck Everyone

332  The Truth [part 1]

As I approach the old man, the healer of the Royal family, a sense of worry tugs at my thoughts. "Is he going to be alright?" I inquire, my gaze fixed on Alphonso lying motionless on the bed behind me.

"I assure you he is going to be okay. I'm still surprised that he's still standing and able to talk... He really is a monster," the old man mutters, a hint of shock in his voice.

Turning my head, I observe Alphonso, his eyes closed, as peculiar mechanical arms adorned with thick vein-like threads diligently work on his body, drawing from the healer's aura. Impressive, even for one of the best healers around. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Is he asleep?" I ask, my curiosity lingering.

"Yes, your highness. I gave him some meds to help him sleep since he was overly cautious of me, haha," the old man replies with a light smile, but his expression turns serious. "However, your highness, there's a problem...."

"What's that...?" I ask, intrigued by the impending issue.

"The place where his leg and hand were cut off, for some reason, I can't regrow the limbs," the old man sighs. "But... It will regrow after a few years. Pending the time, I'll build robotic limbs for him. Furthermore, you should advise him to stay away from battles for now," he explains, glancing at Alphonso.

"Everything you said, I fully understand, and I will make sure to tell him everything. It would be more appreciated if you could inform him about it too," I reply with a light bow, noticing a bitter smile on the old man's face, likely due to my response.

Old sucker is afraid to tell him himself huh... I wonder what Alphonso did to him in the past.

Without further ado, I exit the healer's infirmary, the weight of the healer's words lingering in my mind.

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Emerging into the open, I follow the trail of a mysterious aura lingering in the air. An inexplicable excitement causes my body to shudder and vibrate.

The source of the aura remains distant, approximately 100 miles away, and it appears to be drifting farther from my position. The closer I approach, the more elusive it becomes, slipping away like a phantom.

Halting in my tracks, I become aware that my aura is still seeping out despite my efforts to minimize it.

*Mimi...*

[Yes, master...]

Can you completely suppress my aura? Ensure not even a whisper escapes.

[You already did that, master. What you need to do is turn off your presence. Individuals like Derek don't rely on your aura alone to track you; they can discern your whereabouts through your scent or other means, especially if they've encountered you before.] Mimi explains.

I absorb Mimi's words, a mixture of shock and awe coursing through me. I guess I don't possess all-encompassing knowledge. Once again, I am wrong; no one knows it all.

Mimi, turn it off for me.

[Affirmative, master.]

Propelling forward, I channel energy into my legs, bursting into the air like a rocket and unfurling my wings before the momentum wanes.

After soaring for a few minutes, I finally spot the person I came looking for. He levitates in the sky, his wings gently fluttering. His eyes, a chilling shade of blood-red, hint at an unsettling intensity, with trails of blood threatening to drip from his eyes down to his cheekbones. His hair moves autonomously, undulating in a wavy manner as if it possesses a life of its own.

This... This is my father, huh...

"I have been waiting for you, Jake," Derek says without any expression on his face. "Or should I say our dear Protoss?" Derek asks, causing me to squint my eyebrows.

In response to his words, I let out a small smile without saying anything.

"Even though I am the Protoss, that doesn't mean you aren't my father. After all, your blood flows in me," I also say without any expression. "However, I want to ask you why you did what you did, father?" I add in a low voice.

For some reason, even though anger tempts me to confront him, my instincts scream at me to avoid him like a plague. It's as if they're urging me to run away right now.

Hearing my words, Derek's face finally moves, and he inches closer to me, prompting a subtle retreat on my part.

To be honest, since I reincarnated in this body, I've never felt nervous like this. Despite having almost-complete powers, facing Derek head-on seems like a surefire way to sustain serious damage. I muse inwardly, questioning my own readiness.

"Jake, you're correct. Even though you're the Protoss, you're still my son. And... I love you and your sister, Misty. You guys mean everything to me," Derek mutters, his face revealing a hint of sadness.

"If so... Then why are you doing everything you are doing? Why are you harming innocent people? Why?!" I ask, steeling myself for an imminent attack if he fails to provide a worthy answer.

"You see... I will tell you a story. I was once a hero, everyone's savior, risking my life for people while my family suffered and were used as bargaining chips. It hurt my heart. Seeing the situation, I rebelled, and guess what?

"I was deemed a traitor, a bounty put on me, and the same people I risked my life for all pointed their fingers at me and demanded my head. So tell me... Why should I care about them? I only came back to achieve my goals, which is to get rid of all the dhampirs and teach humans a big lesson," Derek says, releasing a heavy sigh.

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