Inhuman Warlock - Chapter 687

"What is the time right now?" The blonde man asked the butler. 

"It’s six in the morning. You can sleep a little more."

"No, it’s alright. I have enough sleep. I need to go to welcome my mother at the airport as well." The man removed the blanket and got off the bed. "Is everything ready for her welcome?"

"We prepared everything. The estate is decorated just the way you wanted. All the favorite food of the madam is also prepared."

"Good. Keep the chopper ready. I’ll be out after getting ready."

"Yes, sir." The butler left the room, closing the door behind him.

After he came out of the room, he noticed that quite a lot of servants were standing outside, looking worried. 

"He is fine—just the old nightmare. You can go back to work. Madam is returning from her trip today! Nothing must go wrong."

All the servants dispersed, going to their stations. One amongst them was a young man who had just joined this place. 

Unlike others, he didn’t understand how something like this could be normal. The usual nightmare? What did that mean? What nightmare could be so frightening that it could scare the owner of this Estate like this?

He was assigned to a senior servant known as Wilson, who was to teach him about the work. 

Wilson noticed the confusion on the face of the young man. "You look like you have some questions. Is it about master?"

 "I-it is just that I’ve only heard about master. He’s a legend in my village. Every Time I’ve seen him on television, he always looks so brave and confident. Moreover, his feats are legendary. Seeing him like this... I don’t understand. Were the stories lies?"

"I don’t think any of the legends about master are a lie. He is truly a legend in his own feat. Don’t judge him based on what he saw just now. It’s just because of his past that he has a trauma," Wilson said, sighing. 

"What trauma?" 

Wilson looked all around him to make sure no one was here. "Even though everyone knows this story, it’s still not right to speak of it so close to the Master. I’ll tell you, but don’t ever repeat it, you understand? It’s taboo to talk about it!" 

The young man could hear the seriousness in the voice of Wilson. Hearing that, he grew a bit intimidated, wondering if he really wanted to take the risk of hearing. 

"I-i won’t." Ultimately, he agreed. 

"The Asade family isn’t a native of Elisia. You know, right?" Wilson asked.

"Yeah, they shifted here a long time ago. What about that?"

"I think it’s around thirty-one years ago when the Asade family used to live in the nation of Zeston," Wilson explained. 

"Zeston? The headquarters of Warlocks Council? Why would someone come here from that place? That’s like a dreamland of people who want to make themselves big! People dream of living in Zeston here!"

"Stop talking like that. Do you think Master still needs to make a name for himself in Zeston?" Wilson rolled his eyes. "Anywhere, they did have a reason to shift."

" Master and his family used to live in Zeston. They were a fairly wealthy family of Zeston. In fact, if I’m not wrong, they were in the top three families in terms of wealth!"

"But that money was what became a bane for them." Weston sighed. "One day, some thieves entered their mansion to steal something. They entered the bedroom where Master was sleeping with his parents."

"Then...?"

"After hearing the intruders’ yells, Master woke up along with his parents. Master was really young at that time. I don’t know what the thieves were after, but they shot Master to intimidate his father to give away the location..."

"They shot him?!"

"Straight in the middle of the head."

"Anyways, in that incident, Master’s father had died along with many other people from the security. The culprits managed to escape the city authorities."

"After that, Master’s mother decided to leave the city and come to a faraway land where they wouldn’t attract so much attention. That’s when the Asade family came to this small nation."

"I’m sure you can imagine what a nightmare it would be to be shot in the head when you were just a kid. Even though Master survived, he’s still traumatized by that moment."

"For the last thirty-one years, he’s been having the same nightmare every night. I really feel bad for him..."

"You said he was shot in the middle of the head. How is he still alive then?" The young man inquired, amazed that someone could survive even from that. 

"That’s because-"

"Wilson, what are you doing here? Go check the water. I heard a report that there’s some problem with the supply to the kitchen! Hurry up!’

Wilson was answering the questions of the young man when he heard a call from someone. 

"I will check it right away!" He started running towards the kitchen. 

...

The blonde-haired man stood inside the shower, letting the fine water droplets fall over his body as he looked at the mirror on the wall before him. 

Seeing his own reflection, he stared blankly. Before long, he raised his hand and touched the mirror where the reflection of his forehead was. 

"Thirty one years..."

With his other hand, he touched his forehead, rubbing it gently. 

He turned his back on the mirror, unable to bear looking at himself. 

As he turned, he was able to face the other wall, which didn’t have any mirrors. Instead, it had something else. The wall had four portraits painted on it. 

Surprisingly, one of the four portraits belonged to Lucifer himself. The one on the left of Lucifer belonged to Clarisse when she was young. 

The third portrait belonged to young Zale. And lastly, the fourth portrait belonged to the person who had shot him in the head... The person who brought Clarisse on this mission. 

Other than Lucifer’s portrait, all three other portraits had a red cross mark on them. 

The man’s focus rested on the portrait of Lucifer. 

"It’s been over thirty years... Where have you hidden... Just come out of the hole once..." The man muttered. 

After finished with the shower, he stepped out of the shower and picked a towel to wipe his body. 

After drying his body and hair that came down to his shoulders from the back, he started getting dressed. 

He wore a violet pant and a white shirt before donning a black robe on his back. 

After getting dressed, he walked to his bed and moved his pillow, revealing a sword that was resting under his pillow.