Chapter : 7 Some Plans

Under the moonlit sky, Gremory Castle stood bathed in the gentle glow of moon rays, enveloped in an eerie, unusual silence.

Within the castle's confines, young Dylan lay in his cradle, boredom evident in his gaze as he stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, the hush was broken by approaching footsteps. Dylan, peering through the cradle's gaps, witnessed his father's arrival, who tenderly scooped him up and, with a pointed finger, induced a drowsy spell.

Sirzechs, carrying the slumbering Dylan, traversed the castle's corridors, unaware of watchful eyes observing from the shadows.

In the grand hall, the Gremory family congregated once more. Sirzechs, now among them, handed Dylan to Zeoticus, prepared to escort the child away. However, Grafiya intervened, planting a gentle kiss on Dylan's forehead. "Don't worry; your son and grandson will find a good life there," Zeoticus assured, leading Dylan out of the hall.

As Zeoticus departed with Dylan, Grafiya sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Sirzechs, offering support, tried to console her, affirming that their decision was the best for their son.

In the dimly lit corridor, Zeoticus strode purposefully, cradling Dylan in his arms. Abruptly, he halted, a mysterious figure covering his face standing before him. Passing Dylan to the stranger, Zeoticus whispered, "Do everything according to plan. Venelana might be watching."

"Fear not, master. All will proceed as intended," the man assured before vanishing into the shadows.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall, Venelana, Grafiya, and Sirzechs were gathered. Venelana conjured magic, unveiling a screen displaying the masked man carrying Dylan.

"Mother, what is this?" inquired Sirzechs.

"I thought Grayfia might wish to see him. Besides, it will assures her he'll be in good hands. According to my husband, he'll be placed with a deserving family seeking to adopt a son," explained Venelana, just as Zeoticus reentered the hall.

While Grafiya's gaze remained fixed on the screen as if glued to it.

"Father, where are they?" Sirzechs questioned, observing the unfamiliar surroundings on the magical display.

"It's a measure to conceal their whereabouts. I had a hunch that someone might be spying on our grandson," Zeoticus disclosed.

"Spying? His birth secret is known only within the house. How could someone be spying on him?" Sirzechs probed further.

"I've received reports from my knights about unidentified demonic energy presence near the castle," Zeoticus revealed, though his expression hinted at something more, a concealed truth.

"Why didn't you say anything about this?" Venelana questioned.

"I didn't want to create tension for you," Zeoticus replied, Grafiya's gaze still fixed on the screen unaware of the ongoing conversation.

Meanwhile, the man carrying Dylan sprinted through the trees, and suddenly, BOOM! He fell to the ground, surrounded by broken trees and fire.

"Who are you, you bastard? How dare you attack me!" the man exclaimed, slowly crushing something in his pocket.

Back at the Gremory mansion, the screen went completely blank. "What just happened?" Venelana turned to Zeoticus.

"I can't contact him," Zeoticus said, wide-eyed. The entire hall froze as ice covered everything, Grafiya standing frozen with horror in her eyes.

Back in the forest, the man continued, "How dare you attack me! I told you to attack somewhere around me, not on me, stupid!" A figure dressed in a black coat, pants, and hat appeared.

"Well, master told us to make this look realistic," the coat guy explained. The masked guy sighed, "Making it realistic doesn't mean trying to kill me."

"Stop it, you're alive. Let's move on to the next step of the plan," the coat guy said as they both flew into the sky with bat-like wings.

After some time, they landed in front of a church-like building. Placing Dylan in front of the door, they knocked and ran away, hiding behind the trees.

A window creaked open, an old man peering out, scanning the surroundings, then disappearing back inside. Minutes passed, the door unyielding. "Why won't anyone answer?" the masked figure pondered.

"I'll handle this," declared the cloaked individual, striding toward the door with a tilt of his hat. A swift kick resounded, the door swinging open with a resonant creak. He promptly retreated to the shadows as the elderly man emerged, brandishing a stick and discovering a swaddled child at his doorstep.

"Another abandoned child," grumbled the old man. "If people don't want children, why not embrace protection?". Old man hissed against the people leaving their child, As he looked around before closing the door.

Reuniting behind the trees, the masked one remarked, "Everything unfolded as planned. Now, only the final stage awaits execution." With that, they vanished, reappearing in the familiar forest after some time.

"Are you ready?" The coat guy asked, giving himself some dramatic pre-fight stretches as they both stood opposite to each other surrounded by tress.

"Bring it on, baby! Hit me!" The mask guy taunted, but the punch felt more like his face was a squished pillow. He staggered back, bleeding nose, and muttered, "Not that hard!"

The coat guy unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, creating a symphony of "shis" sounds in the forest. The mask guy, with shaky legs and bleeding from various places, managed to gasp, "I think that's enough."

Just as he was about to call it quits, a kick found its mark, leaving the masked guy clutching his future generations "Yeee oowowowoowoo!" he whimpered. "Why?" he moaned, collapsing unconscious.

"To make it realistic," the coat guy deadpanned, turning to admire the moon. "Maybe I should consider becoming an actor," he added, appreciating his newfound talent for dramatic scenes.

To be continued.....

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Author Note : Donate your power stone to heal Mask Guy future generations.