My name is Adelina Dragus, wife of Lorvak Dragus, mayor of this city. It has been 2 years since I gave birth to my son, Azalon Dragus. He gave me the feeling in my heart that I think only a mother could feel. Even I did not think that I can have a feeling like this. Love, boundless and pure love towards my son…
I still clearly remember the time he was born. He was such a small and cute child. Cute and round eyes, very tiny hands that tightly held into small cute fists…every little thing was adorably cute. I was very happy that from this day onwards I will be a mother. But the mid wife who came to help me in my delivery was frowning when he saw him. I then remembered that babies cry the moment they were born. My mother told me that it was a sign that they are born healthy.
My baby is not crying. Before I could get up, the mid wife suddenly flipped him and gave a hard slap on his back.
My mind instantly went blank and rage swelled up from the depths of my heart. How dare this lowly being hurt my son? But then he started crying loudly. My rage instantly turned to happiness again. My son is born healthy. Thank you, Spirits…
Suddenly, the doors to my room opened with a bang startling everyone, and a figure came rushing into the room. I smiled when I saw who that was. He took me into his arms tenderly and we looked over at our son, who was sleeping as though that cry he gave exhausted all his strength.
“HAHAHAHA, I am a father from today. I promise you, Adelina, I will be great father for our son.” My husband started laughing loudly with a proud look on his face. He was always like this. Straight forward, innocent, and a loving figure. I fell in love with him the instant I saw him.
I smiled at him, remembering all those moments, and replied. “I know dear.” But then I thought that we never discussed what to name our baby. When I asked him about that, he replied with a smug look.
“Azalon. Azalon Dragus. What do you think?”
So that was the first day of our son, Azalon Dragus.
The coming days were filled with taking care of him and putting up with his antics. He conjured up surprise after surprise for me. Sometimes they would be shocking, some of them are amusing and some of them are even incomparably cute. He was a strange kid. He would never cry or grumble at all except when he was hungry; even then I have a feeling that he does that only because he couldn’t help it.
The first few days of his birth, I observed something which makes me smile even now, when I recall it. Whenever I try to feed him my milk, he would widen his eyes for an instant, before averting them from my face. His fingers would be fidgeting and his entire body would be stiff, as if he was incomparably shy.
I giggle to myself thinking of those moments. And then there was some interesting moments like this one. Around 4 months later, he was weaved off my milk and we started feeding him some mashed food. He ate his food without spilling a drop when we fed him. It’s almost as if he understands my words, and it feels like he would eat by himself if I handed him a spoon. He was a little strange personage. But no matter what he is my son and all my doubts go somewhere whenever I look at his cute and innocent face.
It seems his development is fast when compared with other babies. I am happy that he is developing fast but… I have a selfish thought wanting him to rise a little slowly. These are the feelings as a mother, and these are feelings I can no way accept.
From an outsider’s perspective, he may look like a frightening existence. But I only feel is behavior as something extraordinary. I never thought of his presence as frightening, not even a little bit. I think that any mother who feels like that, when they look at their children, is simply a failure as a mother. A mother is an existence that should love her children unconditionally. She should be someone her child can stay with, even when the whole world turns their back on them. That is the way I feel how a mother should be. And I think I behave like that with him even without thinking about it consciously.
When he was 5 months old, the Elder of my clan came to our mansion to check on his aptitude for Spirit energy. Spirit energy cultivation is the only ways one can make their name resound through the country. I pray to the Spirits that they bless him, not with something extra-ordinary, but with enough to make his path.
My husband came to my room, after sending off the Elder with an excited expression on his face. He then told me everything that occurred with my son. He told me that our son had a unique physique and he can absorb almost 3 times the normal energy than a normal human. I was elated hearing those words. It seems that the Spirits showered my son with their blessings. He even told me how Azalon cried fearfully when he saw the Elder and we both laughed at that incident.
I went to my son and saw hi sleeping with a content and peaceful face. I lifted him gently into my hands and kissed him lovingly on his forehead.
“Forge your own path with your own strength, Azalon. I promise you, whatever you do, I will be there to support you and love you for what you are. Remember, whatever you become, you will always be my son.”
I leave him in his dreamland and walk out silently so as not to wake him up. After that day, I observed him looking at his palm with a thoughtful face as if not knowing what to do with it. I don’t know if he does it knowingly, whenever he has that look on his face, his left hand will be placed on is chin. He looks like a small and cute scholar thinking about the intricacies of the world.
Even though it looks like a serious atmosphere around him, to me he looks incomparably cute whenever he does that. I hold back myself to run to him and cuddle him greatly.
Within 2 months from that incident, he started crawling and then he walked. A baby not even a year is walking, albeit somewhat staggeringly. The maids and guardsmen were shocked, but not me. I felt happy, because I think that the reason behind his fast growth is his unique physique. There were some rumors in the capital of the country that the first princess of the King and Queen of this kingdom also possesses a Unique Physique. It was said that she started walking when she was a year and half.
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My son walked when he was not even a year. My heart swelled with immense pride that we were blessed with a son that was superior to those royalties and nobles that boast themselves as selected and blessed.
From the day he could walk something even more bizarre than all the previous incidents. He made a beeline to the library in the mansion. The maids reported to me that he will always be in the library with a book open in front of him. I first thought that maybe he will be looking at the pictures in the books. But the maid then said that, he will call over to them and point at the words to read them to him.
I stared at her thinking that she is playing a joke with me. But after seeing her shocked expression, I believed it to be true. So I brought him to my room, and started reading him books, because I felt that the maids can’t be trust worthy to hand over his education. He listens attentively to every word I speak and try to repeat after me. It took him only 2 months to completely learn the language and he even freely converse with me.
The maids were all shocked when they saw a 1 year old boy talking with such fluency. But since us as his parents don’t think of it too much, they simply accept it as something beyond their simple lives.
I observed that Azalon never gets annoyed or angry and always talks with a polite tone, even when talking with the maids or the guardsmen. They were surprised as the nobles and their children usually treat them as livestock and order them around. They were gratified that their young master was not like those noble children. How can they compare my child with those nobles and their snotty children?
When he was near one and half year old, the news of the arrival of the Head Elder of my Sect to the city reached the mansion. This Head Elder is also the Master of my husband. When he heard this news, he thought that it will be a good idea to introduce Azalon to him and get his advice for the first step of his into the cultivation world. I too agree with that idea, as the Head Elder is known as a very strong Spirit Power House, even in the capital.
The father and son went to the Martial Arts Pavilion early in the morning to meet the Elder. I was confident in my son that he will amaze this Elder with his talent. I was leisurely biding my time when they returned from the Pavilion. I was excited but my husband went straight to his study with a somewhat sluggish look on his face. I had a bad feeling in my heart but did not follow him.
The next day, he recovered somewhat and told me what had happened at the Pavilion. It seems that the Elder gave 2 days to my son to prove his talent. Even though I had a knot in my heart, I was still confident in my son’s talent. I mean even though he has a Unique Physique, his mind is still of a child who is not even 2 years old. (What does she know!!!? But I don’t blame you. You are not the Author, so naturally you will not know… Hahahahaha…)
You can’t expect him to instantly understand the intricacies of the cultivation right away. I still have confidence that after 2 days, my son will shock that Elder. I console my husband with these words and he immediately brightens with understanding. So we wait for the end of the 2 days time given, patiently. After 2 days, they once again go to the Pavilion.
I wait with a tense heart all the time at the front of the mansion, till they return. My husband once again has that sluggish look but with a more intensity than that of 2 days ago. He told me that the Head Elder declared that Azalon has no talent for cultivation. He can only aspire to become a Knight but never a Powerhouse.
I immediately broke down hearing those words. No, it can’t be. It never will be. But then I thought what Azalon should be feeling like and I immediately tried to look for him. But my husband stopped me, saying that the Elder has given him a Body Refining Technique and Azalon has decided to start cultivating it immediately. So we decided not to disturb him and let him be.
That night my husband came to my room. He held me in his arms and confessed to me an astonishing secret he has been carrying all these days in his heart. He explained that he is going to tell this to Azalon, if he can reach the Red Knight Level within 10 days. The next day, he accepted and locked himself up in his room for 10 days.
After 10 days, he showed up when we were having breakfast in the dining hall. I rushed to him and gave him a tight hug. I have been concerned about him. I was a little angry with my husband or placing such a burden on my little child. But I have to harden y heart, since this world is not compassionate enough to provide a place for weaklings. And I never want my son to be such.
In the middle of eating, Lorvak asked him about his progress. He lifted up his head and silently walked to the centre of the room. And then with a small smile on his face, he showed to us that he not only reached the Red Knight Level, he even cultivated to the 3rd stage of the Spirit Sense Realm. And he achieved that within just 10 days.
Joy filled my entire being and immense relief lifted that concern weighing my heart all these days. But he was looking at his father with a puzzled look. I then remember what he told me that night and my mood turns gloomy too. Then they both left for the study. I went to the garden to better my mood as that place always calms my heart.
As I was looking at the sky thinking about what will happen, I felt my son’s presence behind me. I turned around and hugged him with a smile. He too hugged me back. He informed me that they were starting at around the late afternoon and the journey will take at least 20 days. I was saddened but then remembered the promise I made him all those days back. I bid farewell as they both slowly walked towards the city gates… Take care, Azalon…
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Here it is, everyone. POV change to his mother. i hope this chapter provides answers to some of the questions posed by some investigator-type readers out there... Hehe...