The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 302: Awkward Position (1)

Two days after Arren’s return.

Outside of the palace, a black car stopped, and someone from the back seat climbed out of the car. His figure was extremely familiar with the royal guards in this palace, but there was something unfamiliar with his overall vibe.

The once-carefree smile on his lips and the light in his eyes were now completely gone. Instead, his eyes bore dark circles, and his figure obviously lost a significant weight since he last set foot in this palace.

Levin, the Chief of the Royal Guards. He looked at the palace, where he spent most of his life, more than his own home. Levin’s surging pride when he looked at the familiar sight seemed unable to glow at this moment.

There was only one emotion that dominated his whole being. Guilt. Levin didn’t even know how to face everyone that he knew, especially Arren. After a while, he lowered his gaze and exhaled heavily. He then clasped his trembling hands and decided to finally take a step forward.

Levin didn’t even bother to greet the people that he passed by; he was preoccupied with pressing matters inside his head. And that the more he took his steps, the heavier his steps had become.

Did he... deserve to be here? Levin’s thoughts were getting messier than ever. He was never this pessimistic. Even when he decided to pursue the path that he wanted, disregarding the opinion of his father, Levin was still determined to work everything out.

The smile on his lips had never faded, and he was positive that as long as he tried his best, everything would work out in the end.

Hope. Levin had not stopped hoping.

And yet, he finally found himself at the end of the line. It was as though he was standing in front of a cliff, and the other end couldn’t even be seen, but he had no choice but to jump and hope for something that was impossible to happen.

Levin needed to admit the truth. Some things were just really hopeless. No matter how they wanted to work it out, they would never be fixed. The things he wanted wouldn’t come true.

The greatest example was... his family.

It was hard to accept that he was born into a complicated family. No, complicated was not even the right word to call their family.

Was it disrespectful if he called his own parents... insane? Levin didn’t want to go that far. He didn’t want to gradually lose his respect for his own parents. At the end of the day, they were his family. They gave life to him, and he should’ve repaid them with everything he had.

That was how it was supposed to be. Wasn’t it? Or it wasn’t?

Levin was tied to both. And now he was in a very awkward position.

He knew, however, that the moment he chose what he thought was right, he was bound to be in this position. Levin couldn’t choose both. And he couldn’t choose his parent’s side, no matter what.

That was not because he had some heroic tendencies; Levin didn’t even dare claim that he was such an upright and good person.

It was only the best choice. Levin was still sane to see that his parents’ side was extremely problematic.

Wait, was he still really sane? Levin often doubts it. Born into a problematic family of insane individuals, Levin didn’t know if he was also influenced by them at some point?

Would he gradually succumb to their ideals? Levin wasn’t sure. His mind was often chaotic these days, and the news of his parents’ involvement in Arren’s disappearance gave him a bigger blow, both emotionally and mentally.

Levin began to be afraid. Was he going to be abandoned? His ideals, hopes, faith, and dreams—were they all going to be shattered together?

At one point, when his mind had wandered, Levin’s feet finally stopped outside of Spade’s study. His heartbeats began to quicken, and he was suddenly hesitant to take a step forward and enter that room.

Things could indeed change so fast. Just a few months prior, Levin had never been this reluctant to enter this room. This place was too familiar to him; Levin had strode all through these halls for the majority of his life.

And now he suddenly fell into a moment of despair with these thoughts. Levin didn’t know where he should place himself.

Just as Levin was hesitating, the door opened in front of him. He then came face-to-face with one of the people for whom he felt the greatest guilt.

Arren.

Just like him, Arren, who was about to return to his father’s room and accompany him, was given a start after he suddenly saw a familiar face the moment he opened the door of Spade’s study.

During these days, Spade was coordinating with a lot of things, and time was necessary to make sacrifices for their future. And so, Arren could only visit him in the study, and while the alpha was working, he was also watching him.

There was even another chair beside Spade at his table. Of course, Arren didn’t only watch all the time; to some extent, he had become his alpha’s secretary.

Arren would occasionally sort out papers and do some small chores, such as preparing coffee for the alpha. They spent their two days after their return like that, so the workload didn’t become an obstacle too much between them.

And Arren rather liked this kind of atmosphere between them, and he had something to do as well. And they couldn’t be apart from each other for so long either since he bore Spade’s temporary mark, and it had only been a few days since, so they always longed for each other’s presence the most.

Coming back to the current situation, Arren couldn’t help but observe the alpha in front of him. His brow unconciously knitted once he saw the dark circles in his eyes and the all-so unfamiliar aura around him.

And this change didn’t escape Levin’s notice, and he began to feel nervous even more. The alpha thought that Arren was displeased to see him. On a normal occasion, Levin would really not think so, but since he was emotional, his mind couldn’t help but think in that direction.

"Ah... I-Im sorry..." Levin blurted out all of a sudden, his voice low and completely unlike the Levin that Arren was familiar with.

Arren swallowed, and he wanted to say something to Levin, but seeing him like this, he knew that all he had to say couldn’t really get into the current Levin. At least, at this moment, the alpha was embroiled in the guilt that if Arren comforted him, this guilt would only grow.

It was just like when he was feeling guilty because he did something stupid, but the people only comforted him instead, and that made him even more guilty.

Still, Arren nodded at the alpha and called his name. "Levin..."

Levin was someone he all knew well in his previous life since he was young, and their relationship was also good, even if they always bicker every now and then.

And this life, his impression of him wasn’t bad, even if their relationship wasn’t as deep as his previous life’s. Arren felt great sympathy for the alpha, as his friend.

Arren stared at Levin, who couldn’t look at him in the eye, and in the end, he sighed and then took a step forward and reached out to pat Levin’s shoulder.

At this action, the alpha clearly flinched, and his gaze shot up and he looked at Arren in surprise. This was Arren’s first time seeing this expression, but he only felt sad about it.

"I’m not blaming you. Levin," Arren spoke low and amiably to him, and he smiled. "Stop blaming yourself for the things you didn’t do, and it will be hard, I know. But I want you to know my real thoughts and feelings, Levin. Not even once did I blame you; please remember that."

Levin might not know how deep Arren’s words were, but he sincerely thought so. Even in his previous life, when he suffered at the hands of that lunatic, Arren never blamed Levin. He didn’t hate Levin for the things his parents did to him.

And he hopes... In this life or the previous life, Levin would stop blaming himself. The guilt might remain and the ugly scars would surface, but moving forward would definitely be possible.

Arren wanted that, not only for him himself but for everyone involved in this, and that included Levin as well.

He then took a step forward, giving way to the alpha.

"He’s there." Arren said that before he walked away, patting Levin’s back as he passed by.

Even if he could feel Levin’s gaze on him, Arren didn’t stop and continued walking. What he said couldn’t be accepted immediately; just like himself, everything needed time.

Nothing would magically become fine just because of someone’s words. There were even lengthy processes for some people, but acceptance was never a dream.

When he was already at the end of the hallway and the room couldn’t be seen, Arren stopped, and then he looked back.

Arren stood there for a while, and he glanced at the window; the light was passing through it.

"It’s a good day." He smiled and continued walking.

It will be.