Chapter 59

Thinking about Cullen, Dylan suddenly felt angry without knowing why. The thoughts became more aggressive and he couldn't understand how he didn't get angry right away when the guy approached him. Cullen did it like they were close friends and he didn't even bat an eyelid, except he felt a little awkward.

It's strange, usually my character is not at all sweet, but suddenly I started behaving like a good boy.

Congratulations, you have increased the skill level of [Low Mental Resistance] [Common] Lvl 73 > Lvl 74

The notification popped up in front of his face and Dylan felt himself getting very angry, as he always did. It calmed him down a little, but then he was even angrier.

That damn idiot used magic on me, or some skill. And without me even noticing. Come to think of it, I didn't feel any mana from him, even though he had a hybrid mage class. I'll have to go to the library later and read about his classes.

After these thoughts, Dylan's mood became very bad. He admitted the idea that Cullen just wanted to have a pleasant conversation with him and decided to play it safe by using the skill. But this did not improve his mood.

As he walked to his room, he stopped paying attention to those around him. Finally, standing in front of the door, he decided that he should stop thinking about it and decide which book he would start reading first.

He placed the card on the door and opened it to find his mother sitting on the bed with Benedict and Maria standing next to her. Thinking that he needed to make at least some effort to communicate, he pretended to be very happy to see them.

"How much I missed you, you have no idea! Boot camp was just awful!" He said as he entered in and closed the door behind him.

But his enthusiasm was met with cold glances from Benedict and Maria and especially with a creepy smile from his mother.

"Good day, young master." Benedict and Maria replied, bowing slightly as his mother silently assessed him.

"You were so cute when you were a child, you often lacked attention, and now you haven't even contacted your mother after such a long separation?" She said, folding her fingers between them, glaring at him.

Dylan's brain began to work a little faster and he activated [Parallel Thinking] and [Accelerated Perception] to try to get out of the situation.

"What are you saying, I've just been so busy and the rings were just given away. I've been thinking about you all this time and I was about to call right now." He said with a disarming smile.

"Tch, tch, tch," said the mother, wagging her finger.

"Dylan, you're such a smart boy, but you still haven't figured out that I have a skill that detects lies. You probably haven't even thought about us because you've decided to do some nonsense again."

Dylan began shaking his head vigorously, denying all the accusations.

"I took a few books to read, it's very important for me."

"Of course, of course! This could be more important than your mother and the people who raised you?!" She said loudly, pointing her hand at Benedict and Maria.

"No, no, no, not at all!" Dylan said, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

"Okay, go hug your mother already!"

Limia said and spread her arms for a hug. Dylan was glad to resolve this conflict quickly and so without thinking he walked up to his mother and hugged her. But it was a trap.

"When you were little we didn't see any reason or grounds to punish you, but seeing how you behave now, I'm starting to regret it." She said, hugging him a little tighter.

"What are you, mom, you raised me well."

"No, I don't think so anymore... But it's never too late to correct your past mistakes." She said and squeezed his ribs so hard that a little more and they would have cracked.

An unpleasant groan escaped from Dylan's throat, but Limia did not stop pressing on him. Dylan tried to break free, then tried again using skills and techniques, but it was useless. Noticing his efforts, Limia smiled a little.

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"You've become much stronger than before, but you're still far from me." She said and put in even more effort.

Dylan quickly adapted and instead of breaking free, he strengthened his body with the technique and mana construct. Limia smiled even wider and continued to speak casually.

"You've become much stronger than I thought, children grow up so fast!"

Dylan couldn't breathe and began to choke from the effort. His mother wouldn't let him go and he couldn't think of anything else to do... His last chance was close, Dylan turned his gaze to Benedict and Maria and looked at them pleadingly with eyes full of despair, but they only shook their heads.

Crap!

Dylan thought as everyone in the room heard a loud crunch, and then another, and another. When he counted 8, Limia let go of him and he just fell off her like a dead body.

Lying on his stomach, Dylan felt a lot of pain, but compared to what he had been through, it was nothing.

"I hope next time you'll think twice and call us when you're gone for a long time. Do you understand me?!" Limia asked loudly and kicked him in the stomach.

The blow was much stronger than he thought and Dylan went flying into the wall, leaving a bloody imprint of his body on it. Rolling down, he began to vomit blood, but his thoughts were not about the injury, but about what would have happened to him if he had not raised the level. Lost in thought for a few seconds, Dylan blinked and saw his mother in front of him, who leaned over and asked even louder.

"Do you understand me?!"

Dylan nodded as best he could, but that wasn't enough for her and she began to lift her leg again. With his mouth full of blood, Dylan tried to loudly and clearly say that he completely agreed with her.

"Yes!" he said and began to cough up blood.

Limia nodded and sat back down on the bed, watching him. Dylan glanced at Benedict and Maria, but their stoic expressions made it clear they weren't going to help.

Damn, the uniform only protects against cuts, next time I'll enchant it to dampen kinetics. What a mistake! How everything hurts because of it.

Dylan shuddered as he touched his stomach and decided he wouldn't do that again. Although resisting the pain helped, the pain was still intense. Activating the storage ring, a portal appeared near his hand, and he put his hand inside and took out a healing potion. As he was about to drink it, Limia spoke again.

"While you're without it, I'll only allow you to drink it if your life force drops below 10%."

Dylan didn't argue and placed the potion next to his head, immediately opening the status bar. As paradoxical as it was, his health was at 60%.

Deciding that he could at least inspect the injuries, he cast the 2nd level spell "Three-Dimensional Healer's Sight". What he saw did not inspire him that he would live long with such wounds. His liver was torn, as was his spleen, 8 ribs were broken and one even punctured his lung. All this already indicated that he would soon go to the ancestors, in addition to extensive internal bleeding and multiple muscle tears.

"Okay, I think that's where your lesson in good behavior ends, you can drink the potion."

Dylan nodded without looking, opened the potion with one hand and drank it as fast as he could. The spell was still in effect, allowing him to watch as his ribs began to snap back into place and his liver and spleen magically regenerated. After a few minutes, the potion's effects wore off and he was able to stand up, he wasn't feeling well at all, his head was spinning and his life force was at about 45%.

"At least Benedict and I can be proud of the fact that you take our name seriously enough and do not disgrace it with your behavior. Now let's talk about everything that happened during your training and just dare to leave something out." Limia said, sounding very happy.

"Of course Mom." Dylan replied, with an indifferent look, knowing he didn't want to end up on the floor again.

***

Dylan told his mother everything that had happened at the camp and was not happy that he had actually done it. During the conversation, Dylan had managed to roughly estimate how good her lie detection skill was. And so he really hadn't missed anything, since every time he tried to keep quiet about something, Limia would put her hand on his leg. There was nothing threatening about it, but the clear periodicity of this movement made him believe that he hadn't made a mistake in his conclusions.

Limia listened to his speech with great joy and interest, sometimes reacting to situations by showing various emotions. She was more interested in the moments when he communicated with classmates than those where he fought with someone. Benedict and Maria also listened to him without interrupting, reacting differently to what happened, but both were very engrossed in it.

When he had fully accepted what was going to happen next, Dylan told about Linella and their relationship. Benedict smiled slightly, Maria blushed a little, but Limia reaction was what confused him the most.

"I can't believe that my son has become a man so soon! And this is the daughter of a simple baron?! It's impossible, what did this gold digger do to tempt you?!" Limia said very loudly.

Dylan raised his hands to calm her down, but that only drew attention to himself.

"I think I should explain to you why you shouldn't throw yourself at the first girl you come across!" Limia said and raised her hand to strike. Dylan flinched and immediately spoke loudly.

"She's the Reincarnator!"

Dylan made it just in time for Limia to stop her hand from touching his face. He felt a wave of air pass over him with much greater pressure, and he hadn't even noticed when she moved.

Fucking High Level.

Dylan looked up from her hand to see his mother's new mood. She let go of his hand and became more thoughtful than he expected. After thinking for a while, she spoke.

"Okay, I think this can be forgiven for the first time."

Dylan nodded in relief and continued talking. But when he got to the part with Kaeti, his mother wouldn't listen to anything and immediately sent him flying, screaming "so that he doesn't dare grow up to be a dissolute bastard." Dylan had to swallow all the excuses and set the jaw so that he could drink another healing potion. The rest of the story made Limia and Benedict proud of him for how he and the others were able to deal with orcs of a much higher level.

After that, Limia continued to ask him about various things along with the others for a long time. When it was already very late, Limia said goodbye to him and once again reminded him not to forget about them anymore and not to dare to lead a dissolute life. Having hugged everyone, Dylan closed the door and was able to calmly sit on the bed, looking at several bloody on the walls and pools of blood on the floor.

"Damn, at least the clothes are clean thanks to the enchantment."

Dylan wanted to start reading books, but he caught himself thinking that he was tired not only mentally, but also physically. No matter how good the potions were, they took substances from the body to heal injuries and strained the body, greatly depleting stamina. Thinking about this, he went to bed and was able to fall asleep very quickly.