Reawakening with Limitless Mana-Chapter 35: Dead

"Will this work?" Arthur asked, a tinge of nervousness laced in his voice as he offered the Redroot to the priest.

Bowman was actually surprised, as he said, "Whoever gave you this, made sure to only select the fresh ones. All ten of them are well picked and still a few days old."

Arthur exhaled a sigh of relief before asking, "Is there anything I can do? Anything?"

Bowman rested his hand on the younger one’s shoulder and told him, "Just rest now, son. You have done a lot already."

Arthur didn’t respond to that and just faintly nodded.

Bowman moved to the bedroom where Kevin had arranged all the things he asked for—water, a stone grinder, a boiler, and other things.

Bowman folded his sleeves and started brewing the remedy that would help the Baron recover.

Meanwhile, Arthur and Kevin stood at the doorstep. Standing at the height of shoulder to shoulder, Kevin softly said, "Sorry about earlier...I wasn’t thinking rationally."

Arthur glanced at him, the faint regret in his eyes made it clear that he wasn’t forcing himself to apologize.

"How is your hand now?" Arthur asked, changing the topic.

Kevin nodded, "It’s better but I am not taking any chances. Mum asked about it...I told her it got injured while hunting a boar which entered our yard."

He instantly added the story so if their mother asks him, Arthur also relays the same story.

Arthur chuckled inwardly as he asked, "Where is she now?"

"In our room. Went to take a bath."

Arthur nodded before telling his elder brother to rest as well—which Kevin most likely won’t for the time being.

Arthur made his way to the other room where his mother was combing her hair slowly so as not to put a strain on her wound.

"Sit down, I will help you." Arthur ushered as he put the stool before the mirror.

Virelle smiled softly and listened to him.

Arthur took the wooden comb and very delicately started combing her beautiful hair.

Her hair was tainted by blood and that sight still made his heart tremble.

After rebirth, this was the first time he had seen his parents getting hurt, which explains why he was so shaken up.

"Arthur...are you okay?" How can she not sense how her son’s hand trembled and he intentionally lowered his eyes.

Arthur gave a brief nod and said, "You three just need to remain safe and I won’t feel these heavy emotions."

Virelle helplessly smiled at her child, "Things don’t remain in our control all the time...but I will pray to the Goddess to keep our family always safe."

Arthur took a deep breath before asking, "Mom...can I ask you something?"

Virelle was slightly surprised to sense the sudden shift in his tone. She nodded nevertheless.

"How close were you to your father?"

That question took her by surprise.

She raised her brows and asked, "Why are you asking this suddenly?" Her tone also shifted slightly, unknowingly.

"Just wanted to know how close you were to your parents."

Virelle took a deep breath...she doesn’t talk about her family to her children much, that’s why Arthur got interested.

"Well, I had a good relationship with my mother and siblings. Mother was a caring woman, someone who taught me several things in my life and my siblings doted on me since I was the youngest. That’s the reason why I grew up to be a spoiled girl."

She gave a faint chuckle near the end.

However, when things came to her father, her tone turned heavy, "Father ..was an egoist man...someone who deemed people who were not on his level or above him, to be nothing more than vermins. He was not a good father as well...teaching us things that were shaping our personality in the worst possible way. Not to talk about, he never respected mother because she was the daughter of a Baron."

"So you were everything like him until you met father?" Arthur asked and rather than showing embarrassment or panicking, Virelle simply nodded.

"Mm-hmm. Aston helped me realize something that my mother failed to do. He helped me see the world from a different perspective. He helped me to know how those people I considered worthless are the backbone of a nation. He was harsh and soft at times, and through different experiences, I learned that my perception was wrong. And the person who taught me to see the world in that way was also wrong."

"So you don’t like your father much, huh?" Arthur asked which pulled Virelle’s attention back to him.

The blond lady slowly shook her side to side as she said, "You...can say that. But why did you suddenly get interested in our relationship?"

"Because your father is dead."

"...!!" Virelle’s eyes widened as she hurriedly turned toward her son and asked, "Are you speaking the truth?"

Looking at the anxiety in her eyes, Arthur discerned that there was still concern in her for her father. Well, that was to be expected. She has spent years of her life with that man.

However, Arthur needed to change her perspective now.

"The person who sent those men after you and Father was him...the ex-Viscount."

Virelle’s face turned pale in horror.

Her fingers trembled at those words as she stared at Arthur in disbelief.

"You can’t be-" She was about to deny those words even when it was coming from a person she could trust. However, soon, she recalled something.

Those men...they were avoiding hitting her and continued to torture Aston.

Even if she considers them having those kinds who follow the principle of not harming women and children, having Virelle interfering with them so much, even once they should have lost their cool.

But no, they purposely avoided hitting her.

...and only a single person could order them to do such a hideous thing

Someone who cares about Virelle but abhors Aston.

And when she thought about it...only one person came to her mind.

Virelle’s shoulders slumped as she returned to look at the mirror and told her son, "A criminal has been punished, son. Nothing we can do."

Arthur gave a faint smile, which exposed how happy he was with this progression.

The ex-Viscount was about to die tomorrow, but before killing him, he wanted to prepare his mother for it.

And since the tougher task was done, Arthur would finish the easier one tomorrow.

’It’s about time I pay my respect to my grandpa.’

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