Carmen's thoughts?

Meanwhile'

While Larne got ready for some awakening of Cores, sparring challenges, training students, trying to get an obese boy to lessen, train and awaken the Energy inside Core, winning awards, trying to infiltrate the Alliance.

Far-away in the far North

In a dark and surprisingly domain-filled room filled with healthy potions, drinks and healing concoctions, healing meals and two to three spiritual masters with four Alchemists handling some weirdly looking medical apparatus that if Larne's younger brother Doba[3] was here would identify as syringes, stethoscopes, glasses worn by some old-looking men and women, microscopes and small medical glass bottles and other things you find in a Modern-day Hospital.

And the person they were doing all of this to was a sturdy looking muscular man who had a lightly-tanned skin, he was being injected in different places and being placed on drip and had a breathing apparatus placed over his mouth, this man who looked like he was in a comatose because he was just laying dormant, and if Larne was here, he would recognize as this body's father and the proudest man on the Elysium Continent 'Carmen Ruslan'.

But Carmen Ruslan's mind wasn't actually filled with pride right now because he was currently wondering what happened and where his bastard son got or knew all this. And knew it was time for son Larne to report about his health and what he was currently doing or planning and to surely find a way to bring back his son.

According to his informants that got the information later than Larne's and with his son Larne assumptions that there was a probability that the goblins and beastmen plan to attack jointly at first Carmen didn't want to believe but then he remembered that If it wasn't for his son telling him beforehand that the Union and the Crown Prince were scheming against him, he would have lost his life. Although he could fight above his level and even challenge those above his level and win, he wasn't immortal or unbeatable, so he was grateful to his ingrate, rude and bastard son(but he will never say that out right!), after three and half years of no communication and no contact whatsoever, Larne established some contact personally informing and warning him about some plots with him telling him to be careful but how did his son know?

He had asked but that bastard son of his didn't even answer or send whatsoever reply. He was even spewing out jargons and nonsensical words to him. His son must have forgotten himself in the Nornak City and thought his Father couldn't do anything to him.

Well, I think it's time I ask my old friend some favor and have his guardian and personal butler to ask him to come back home and carry him if necessary, what level could he have reached even if he had superb comprehension abilities or even the ability to fight above his level, he couldn't have reached grandmaster, even if he reached it, he couldn't have broken pass that cause he took an incomplete battle manual, he must noticed it himself that he can't advance.

Enough with that, first of all, where did he get and find all this weaponry, wealth and spiritual masters that he sent here, Huh! where did he find them? To find answers I need to go either southwards where my enemies lurks or send my most trusted man Booz to find out but with my backstabbing family waiting for me to die or enter a comatose state and looking to weaken my force, they may probably kill him or send his whereabouts location to the Alliance, Union and the foolish liege of a crown prince, what shortsighted fools.

Even the barbarians sometimes think better than this fools at least they don't aim to kill their own tribespeople unnecessarily with most of the times killing criminals and not themselves. As for those Conservative and muddled-headed old fools who have always vetoed my decision and power are making our kingdom become more weaker and weaker while the unity they keep saying they are upholding or maintaining is breaking apart with this old fools even picking sides and forming factions under my pride self's nose[1].

While also not developing our Military by awakening more people's Cores for they are always thinking that if given small power or a little ability the people could could Rebel or we not aiding development in our Kingdom always saying 'Who or What are we developing for? These people who are not educated that at every given chance always harbor nefarious thoughts, Huh!' Carmen mimics sarcastically inwardly.

Now, no matter what happened, his son had to come back home and take reins while he continues to play the 'sick King' and enter long seclusion so that he could make another breakthrough and increase his battle prowess for the incoming crisis.

"Erm...King Ruslan how are you feeling now?" an old-looking man asks the muscular man who continues to lie on the bed. "Well I am good" replied Carmen Ruslan who inwardly grumbled and even frowned a little bit before retaining his calm composure 'What a rude fellow, how dare he interrupts my thoughts?"

The old man was sure that the king was a little bit annoyed because he could feel his heartbeat pound a little bit faster and harder and his forced smile and the old man also inwardly thought "I would have never treated you weren't it for your son saving my life from those awful bandits and cannibalistic forest trolls twice with him even showing me 'the way' which I and my other colleagues have even benefitted from, weren't for this reasons, I won't even answer your requests not to now mention me even replying or even now coming here. This muddle-headed[2] king must be thinking I came here because of his charisma not knowing that I only came here because I have lately been bored inside this 'Underground Lab' because we are his son "His Exalt" 'hidden forces' and for that must not be seen or even be breathed of, Because we are special people and people might or would want to use us for nefarious purposes, that why I came because I wanted to move around and stretch around a little bit not because you wanted me to come or even want me to treat you! the old spiritual Grandmaster thought and scoffs.