Father?
What could he even want with a two-year-old to send a maid to get me?
Usually, every interaction with my dad goes something along these lines.
Either I run into him while walking around the house messing with my magic or he comes to see me after whatever he does.
He rubs my head, talks to me a bit with a goofy expression, says some stuff in the third person, gives me a hug, and we part ways.
It's a great relationship. I don't want anything else from it. I never really got along with my original dad and I don't really want to change that with my dad in this life.
However, now it seems different. The atmosphere walking with the maid seems weird, and I can already tell exactly where we're walking.
We're taking the short walk from my room to the study.
I mean, I've been pretty careless. Passing out in the study, knocking papers and cups over to test different mana outputs, but it's not like I've ever used magic in front of my family before, I mean I haven't cast anything except the lowest tier wind magic spell!
Stepping into the study, my father is sitting in the large leather chair, facing the doorway.
"Thank you. You may leave now." He says in a stern expression to the red-haired maid.
Closing the door behind her, it was finally just me and my father, Damien.
Damien was an intimidating man. Well over six feet tall, with a toned body and an impressive physique. I mean, I slept in a crib in my parent's bedroom until I got my own bed, I know how strong that body is. So, to have that beast of a man staring down at me with a stern expression is very intimidating.
Well, time to bite the bullet.
"What is it?" I ask, looking up at him.
"Antonio. It's about time I have a talk with you. Do you know why you're here?" He asks, looking down at me and tapping his finger on his desk.
"No, I'm sorry Dad I don't," I say, looking down and trying to put on my best sad kid impression. I mean cmon, I've got the body, I might as well use it to my advantage.
"That's okay. I hear you've spent a lot of time in this room, is that right?" He asks, his voice softening.
"Yeah, I do sometimes," I reply, looking up at him and using my two years of acting experience to their fullest.
"Why?" He asks, his expression showing more confusion than anything else.
"Well, I'm trying to learn how to read like the stuff that you guys always show me, and there's a lot of books in here so I thought I could practice reading like I see you practice swinging your sword." Listen I'm not a professional liar here, this is the best I can think of on the spot.
It's not like I can say the truth! A two-something-year-old shouldn't be able to read anything in here!
"Well, do you understand anything? Also, look at my eyes when you answer my next two questions." He says, his voice once again growing cold.
"Some of them, and what's the other question?" I say, looking at him dead in the eyes.
"** *** ********** **?" Suddenly, my father speaks something foreign, yet extremely familiar to me. That isn't the language that I've grown accustomed to. That's, Korean?
I guess my look of genuine confusion was enough to off-put the stranger that inhabits my father's skin, as a face of relief washes over him.
"Sorry, I was just checking something. Don't worry about it little buddy, just a hunch that was proven wrong." With that, he stands up and walks over to me, placing his hand on my head.
"Now son, you're going to be three soon. Once your birthday comes we can have another talk." With a small smile, he stands up and leaves me in the study alone.
What?
What does this mean? What did he say in Korean?
Why does he know Korean?
Is he like me?
Should I have replied in Italian?
No. That would be stupid, he definitely didn't seem friendly when he was talking like that, and only after he thought I didn't know that was Korean did he relax.
I don't understand anything. Ethier way, it appears I've just dodged a bullet. Thank God I didn't learn Korean when I went to school!
There's too much to unpack with that right now, what I need to do instead is practice my magic more and try to figure out another incantation for a different Plebeio Tier spell.
--- Point of View: Damien Razorhog, Park Ji-Woo ---
Strange. Very very strange.
The information from Lord Celiba is, wrong?
No. He just must not be born yet.
But the date is rapidly approaching is it not?
According to Lord Celiba, my son should be born as a reincarnation under the thumb of one of the Dread Lords, yet when I spoke to my youngest in a language from Earth, there was nothing but confusion plastered on his face.
I even thought I had gotten it right this time. I mean, what normal three-year-old is smart enough to learn how to speak and read from having children's books read to him every night?
I mean, I didn't have that so in all reality that could be very possible, but I've never heard of it!
If I don't find him within the next ten years, the calamity as foretold by Lord Celiba will be unavoidable, so I need to have as many children as possible before that, so I can root out the reincarnation and kill him before it's too late.
I'm sorry my future son, but I can't treat this matter lightly. Lord Celiba has never given me advice that has been incorrect before, and through his guidance, I've been able to rise up to the status I have now.
If you must be sacrificed to prevent a tragedy in the future, then I will oblige even if it pains me so.
Well, at least this gives me an excuse to get with Stephanie and Sierra more. Should I be this happy about having two families? I mean, they both seem fine with it and it's not like I treat either of them worse than the other.
This is for the sake of the future damn it! I just need as many sons as possible to find the emissary the fastest!
So what if that's a flimsy excuse to practice polygamy! I was a twenty-five-year-old sage damn it! I deserve this, I'm saving the world.
--- Point of View: Antonio Razorhog ---
For some reason, a deep shier just ran up my spine.
I mean, I am reading and trying to decipher some magic right now, but it's not as if I'm casting anything.
Ehhh whatever, it's probably nothing.