Sylas and Cassarae looked over at the same time. Sylas' reaction was just fine, but Cassarae found herself blushing for some reason, and she wasn't even sure why.
Geraldene was the first to recover, coughing, smoothing out her dress, and putting on a stern expression.
"How could you not tell us something like this, Rae?"
"You heard that?" Cassarae recovered, only to be left aghast. This matter wasn't something that she planned on telling anyone. That included Olivia, who had been with her in this place the longest. Her parents were the last people she wanted to know. All of this was becoming a
mess.
Truthfully, Sylas had noticed them at the door a long time ago thanks to his visualization, but he hadn't said anything because they were Cassarae's parents. He still didn't understand what a Destiny Quest really meant, and honestly, he was still grappling with the reality.
Sylas couldn't help but look down at the Madness Key hanging around his neck.
Could it be that this cursed thing was even more beneficial than he knew? If he was correct, then the price for failure of his own stolen Destiny Quest should have also been death. But the Madness Key turned it into a punishment of Genes instead. Was this a hidden ability of this treasure that he didn't understand before?
"Geraldene, Paul." Sylas greeted politely.
A large hand slapped down on Sylas' shoulder and shook him around a bit.
"How many times have I told you to call me unc or old man, kid?"
Paul, Cassarae's father, was a man with a bright bald spot in the middle of his head, but other than this slight imperfection, one would think that he had spent his life in the military and not behind an office desk. He had the forearms and wrists of a construction worker, the bronzed skin of a bodybuilder on competition day, and he was almost a head taller than Sylas. Sylas himself was at least 6'4", but Paul was almost seven feet tall without shoes on. The difference between them was quite stark. With his eye, Sylas could also tell that Paul would be quite an attractive man if he shaved the rest of his hair off. But for some reason, he insisted on leaving that moat in place.
Only a few people knew the reason, and Sylas happened to be among them. There was a day a few years back when he had chosen to shave it off and Geraldene went crazy. He still remembered that argument like it was yesterday. The funny part was that she was mad that her husband was too handsome, saying something about annoying secretaries and teenagers looking for sugar daddies. Since then, the man had kept his hair no matter how sparse. The poor guy was even forced to clean-shave his beard every day, an action that shaved at least three manly points from him.
As for his words... Sylas didn't know how to respond. He had heard these words before, of course. But every method he used to try and weasel out of it didn't work. Intelligence was useless on shamelessness.
He still remembered his first response to this. He had said that Paul wasn't his real uncle, and calling him old man was disrespectful, especially considering he wasn't even that old. Back then, Paul had responded with how they'd be family anyway if he married Cassarae, so he might as well start calling him father-in-law, then.
After that day, Sylas learned not to try to argue with this man using methods that worked in academia. He would just end up on the losing end. What kind of man just casually sold off their daughter like that? The two of them hadn't even been dating back then!
Speaking of which, the way Cassarae's parents learned that they had was another...
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