The Beginning After The End novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Chapter 105: When Ignorance Is Bliss _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

There was a lingering silence following my words as my parents tried to process what I had just said.

“Coming to this world? What do you mean, Honey? You were born here... I-I don’t understand,” my mother replied as she reached out to me. She held my hands tightly, as if she was afraid I would wisp away if she didn’t.

My father, on the other hand, stared at me silently, waiting for me to continue. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my mother’s hand and spoke with a comforting smile.

“Of course I was born here, Mom; I’m yours and Dad’s very own flesh and blood. Trust me, I remember better than anyone else when I was born,” I chuckled, arousing another confused look from my parents.

“I was transported, reborn... I’m not quite sure exactly what, but something happened and I was taken from my world and brought into this one.”

“Wai-wait a minute, Son... you’re going to have to back up—”

“Art, what are you talking about? Another world? A-are you okay? Did your master tell you this? Where is this coming from?” my mother cut in as she scooted closer, examining my head... probably for signs of a concussion.

“No, Mom. My master doesn’t know this; no one but you guys know any of this. I don’t know the correct term for this ‘phenomenon’ either. I’ve thought about this for a while but my best guess is that it’s something akin to a reincarnation,” I explained.

“Arthur, did something happen to you after they took you away? Did they hurt you in some way? Come here, let me try and heal—”

“Honey, the boy is fine. Arthur, go on,” my father encouraged, but my mother persisted.

“No, Rey, our son is not fine. He’s spouting nonsense about another world and reincarnation. Art, let me—”

“Alice! Let the boy speak.” My father snapped in a voice I’ve never heard before, stunning both my mother and I.

So I explained...

I described the world that I came from, the role that I played there, and the relationships that I had with an excruciating amount of details to make sure that they knew I couldn’t have made this up.

Throughout it all, my parents stayed silent for the most part. My father would ask questions here and there, but his face remained expressionless. My mother, however, was obviously shaken up; her face pale, the trembling of her hands increased as my story progressed.

I couldn’t tell how much time had pa.s.sed, but by the fact that I felt mild pangs of hunger in my stomach, it seemed like I had been talking for several hours.

“King Grey...” my father mumbled, running his fingers through his hair as he leaned back in his chair.

“So the fighting, your talent in magic—”

“Yeah, the ki system in my old world worked similarly to certain aspects of mana in this world,” I finished for him. “And as for the fighting... you get the idea.”

“Then ever since you were born, you were able to understand what we were saying? You remember everything?” my father asked, letting out a deep sigh.

I simply nodded in response.

“Hehe...” my mother chuckled.

My father and I both turned our gaze to her. To our surprise, my mother started laughing. My father wrapped his arm around her, but she just glanced us delusionally.

“I-I get it. This is all a joke, right? Hehe... Oh, my son. Art, you almost got us there, right Rey?” she said, smiling. However, neither of us responded and her smile faded, her eyes searched for any cues that would confirm her belief. When she couldn’t, she grabbed my hand as she stared at me with a look of desperation.

“This is a joke... right? Arthur Leywin, tell me this is a joke. You can’t really be... some former king that died and was transported into the mind of my unborn child, right? RIGHT?”

“I... don’t know exactly what happened, but I’m not joking,” I replied, unable to look her in the eyes.

“No... No, no, no. This... No, this isn’t happening. Rey, don’t tell me you believe all of this? Our son is sick; something must’ve happened to him while he was gone — no, something definitely happened. Rey, say something! Say that our son is sick!” My mother grabbed onto my father’s arm, pulling on his sleeve as tears started rolling down her pale face.

“Honey...” Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, my father held my mother close to his chest. He looked up at me and motioned me to leave the two of them alone.

I wanted to hug my mother, tell her that I was still her son, but I couldn’t muster up the courage to do either. Opening the tent, I walked out without saying anything, leaving my parents alone.

Elder Rinia, Windsom and my sister all looked at me as I walked towards them, but the look on my face probably stopped them from asking anything. Even my pouting sister held her tongue as I sat down next to her and the slumbering Sylvie in front of the fire.

Time pa.s.sed slowly, with my mind feeling like it was trying to swim through a particularly viscous syrup.

Was telling them the right decision? What did they think of me now? Did they still think of me as their son, or would they inevitably grow distant...

Noises blended together incoherently and everything besides the fire that I was staring at grew out of focus. Yet, my head immediately snapped back when the sound of the tent flap opening reached me.

My father came out of the tent, suddenly looking a lot older than before. I had expected my mother to come out right after, but my father shook his head.

“Ellie, can you stay with your mother inside the tent?” he asked, motioning for me to follow him.