Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 242: Long day

Rhett’s POV

"Are you being serious?"

Rhea’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and disbelieving.

I don’t turn to look at her right away. Instead, my eyes follow the carriage approaching in the distance, its wheels kicking up dust as it nears. Since Thorne left, everyone else associatied with him followed. The Remiro estate—once a place of quiet prestige—feels even colder now. Well, not colder. It’s always been like this.

It’s just... silent.

Specifically, I don’t have an annoying little clown ordering me around anymore.

I sigh, finally shifting my gaze to my twin sister.

"It’s not like I’m leaving forever. It’s just for a while. You know Thorne is teaching me how to control my powers." I shove my hands into my pockets, keeping my tone neutral.

She clicks her tongue in irritation.

"You’ve been weird these past few months. You barely spend time with me. With us. Your actual family."

I clench my jaw. She doesn’t get it. She never will.

"He is my actual family." My voice is firmer than I intended, but I don’t take it back. "That’s Mother’s first child. He’s as much my brother as Carlton is."

Rhea stares at me, her lips pressing into a thin line, and I can tell she wants to argue—but for once, she doesn’t.

Instead, she looks away and mutters, "Don’t forget to write to Mom. And Carlton. I could care less." Then, without another word, she turns on her heel and walks away.

I don’t follow after her.

I board the carriage the moment it arrives, watching the estate disappear behind me.

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My bag floats behind me, suspended in the air by my telekinesis as I walk across the golden sands of the beach. The ocean breeze tugs at my clothes, filling my lungs with the sharp scent of salt and freedom.

I could’ve gotten a horse, but I wanted to walk.

Maybe because I didn’t call ahead.

Maybe because now that I’m here, I feel... restless.

I get cold feet the moment I see the ship, massive and isolated, docked like a sentinel in the waters. A group of men stand guard nearby, their presence unmistakably serious.

"State your business and purpose." One of them steps forward, blocking my path.

I’m about to introduce myself when—

"Rhett?"

The voice is harmonious, soft yet commanding.

I turn my head and—of course—it’s Noelle.

It’s been five months since I last saw him, but he hasn’t changed. Still beautiful as ever, still carrying that ethereal presence that makes people pause. Except—

My eyes drop to the baggy shirt he’s wearing, and for the first time, I notice it—his stomach slightly protruding beneath the fabric.

My mouth opens. I want to say something, but all that comes out is—

"Hey."

Noelle smiles.

"This is my brother-in-law. Don’t worry about it," he says smoothly, and the guards visibly tense, looking startled and a bit afraid. A valid reaction.

Before I can fully process it, Noelle takes my hand and pulls me along, his grip firm and warm.

"Come with me."

My bag drops onto the sand with a dull thud as I let myself be led.

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Noelle sits next to me, his presence effortless, as if we’ve done this a hundred times before.

"How’s the capital?" he asks, his voice gentle.

I hesitate, then shrug. "Okay, I guess."

A beat of silence.

Then, without warning, Noelle leans his head against my shoulder dozing off.

My heart skips a beat.I freeze. I don’t breathe. I don’t move.

For a long time, I just sit there, staring straight ahead like I might explode if I shift even a little.

Minutes pass. Maybe an hour. Maybe longer.

By the time the carriage comes to a halt, Noelle is still asleep against me.

The door swings open, and Thorne appears.

He looks surprised to see me, but when his blue eyes land on Noelle, his expression softens instantly. Some things never change.

He steps inside without a word, smoothly lifting Noelle into his arms, pulling him onto his lap like it’s second nature.

I exhale slowly, feeling like I can breathe again as I step out of the carriage.

The moment my feet hit the ground, the air is knocked from my chest.

The Remiro estate is massive. The royal palace is massive.

But this—

This is the biggest building I have ever seen.

I stand there, stunned, my gaze sweeping over the towering walls, the intricate architecture, the sheer scale of it all.

Beyond the castle, I spot a hustling community—food stalls, tents, workers moving in coordinated chaos. The place is alive.

A literal mini town in the making.I walk forward in awe, still trying to wrap my mind around it.

Father said Thorne was building a house.

House is an understatement. Major understatement.

The construction is fast—too fast. The walls are nearly complete, workers are installing windows, and teams of ability users are sculpting, fortifying, and refining the final structures.

Before I can fully process it all, a voice calls out to me.

"Oh. Young Master?"

I turn and find Roman standing nearby, his mischievous grin already in place. His dark eyes sparkle with something suspicious, and before I can respond—

He grabs my arm.

Roman drags me toward a large section of intricately designed wooden doors and wardrobes, where a group of master craftsmen are still at work.

I frown. "What’s going on?"

Roman claps his hands. "You’ve got a similar ability to Thorne, don’t you?"

I hesitate. "Uh... yeah?"

His smile widens. "Great!!!"

I immediately don’t like where this is going.

He gestures toward a set of massive doors. "I need you to move these inside the estate."

I glance at them. "That’s not so bad."

Roman blinks. Then laughs. "No. Not these. These are still drying. I meant those."

He turns and points.

I follow his gaze.

And stare at a mountain of wood, crates, and building materials stacked high enough to make a grown man cry.

I let out a dry chuckle.

I am not Thorne.

I can’t lift this all at once.

I glare at Roman, who looks far too pleased for my liking.

I sigh. This is going to be a long, long day.