Rage walked upstairs toward Zarelle’s room. “Master, where are you going?” Arnold asked, concerned, as Arnold carried a plate upstairs.
“Well, I guess to do the most important job... there’s one person I’ve hurt more than any of you, hehe! Now, I have to go and apologize to that person,” Rage said, turning back to go upstairs.
Rage knocked on Zarelle’s door. “Go away, Arnold. I have no appetite,” Zarelle said from inside, her voice cracking slightly, indicating she had been crying.
“I... It’s me,” Rage said, a bit nervous. Zarelle opened the door, her anger enough to freeze the entire chamber. She sat on her bed, clutching a framed photo of Rage close to her chest.
“Do you expect me to eat after how you acted toward your mother? I know I was wrong... I tried to mend my mistake, but I knew you’d be sad either way, and I was right! If you were gone, have you ever thought about what would happen to me? Do you even care about your mother?” Zarelle said.
Rage came closer, placed the food on the bed, and reached out to Zarelle. “I’m sorry... I was just not in my right mind... please forgive me. I swear I won’t leave you... please, I’ll do anything... please forgive this stupid son of yours!” Rage pleaded, tears streaming down his face as he bowed his head at Zarelle’s feet.
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“I promise I won’t do that again,” Rage said, to which Zarelle asked, “Will you do what I say without arguing?” Her tone was serious, plotting something behind that sad face. But unaware of that, Rage nodded. “I’ll do anything... please forgive me...!”
“Then hear me out, Rage! You’ll join the Celestia Academy! For now, that’s what you’ll do, right!” Zarelle said, picking up Rage in excitement, her eyes filled with glitter. Rage nodded willingly, letting out a chuckle while thinking to himself.
Here we go... meet my mother, Zarelle Soulheart, Ice Queen and head of the Ice Spirit Clan, the Grand Duchess of the Demon Empire... she’s more like a child when she’s with me. Throwing tantrums, manipulating, gaslighting is her weapon, and being my mother is her ace. She can use that card to melt me.
In my past life as Raj, I lost my mother at a very young age, and in my second life, which was just an extension of the first since I was teleported, I never lived my youth. This is more like a new life to me... and I guess that’s what I forgot.
I forgot that what I ever needed was a life where I could enjoy whatever I didn’t back then. Maybe now I won’t be able to become that cool dude anymore. Nor will I have that ideal family or the ideal type of romance. But I guess this isn’t that bad either... it’s my new life... it’s Frobbly-Mobbly!
“Are you listening to me, Rage? I’m starving. Feed me, or I won’t talk to you!” Zarelle demanded, clearly acting as if she were still angry. “Yeah, I’m sorry!” Rage said.