Second Choice Noble Son: Apparently I’m Stronger Than the Summoned Heroes

Selene Perspective

The border wall still smoked in the distance. Charred timber groaned as Selene ran her hand along the blackened rubble, her face unreadable.

Beside her, Darius stood silent, the night wind tugging at his cloak.

At length, he spoke, his voice quiet but firm. “You must be proud. He carries your magic.”

Selene’s fingers clenched. Her lips trembled. “…Proud?”

She turned, her eyes wide, glistening. “Darius, do you even understand what he just did? That was no child’s spark. That was a battlefield spell. Do you know when I first cast Greater Fireball?”

Darius frowned but said nothing.

Her voice cracked, sharper now. “It was when I was drowning in fear, Darius. When men screamed around me, when enemies begged for mercy—when my fire silenced them forever. That is when I used it. And now, our three-year-old son has already walked into that darkness.”

Her breath shook. She clutched at her chest. “Do you not understand, Darius? He is becoming something more. More than I can admit without trembling.”

Darius’s gaze softened. “…What are you saying, Selene?”

Tears welled in her eyes. She bit her lip, then whispered, “He is a monster. Just like I was. A power that makes people cry and fear. I don’t want him to walk my path, Darius. I don’t want him to live knowing who he must kill tomorrow.”

Her sobs finally broke free, raw and unrestrained.

Without hesitation, Darius stepped forward, pulling her into his arms. His chest was broad, steady, even as his own voice wavered.

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“Then we guide him,” he murmured. “Not to fight for the Empire. Not to uphold the Valemont name. But to find his own path. His own happiness.”

Selene’s face pressed into his chest, her tears staining his tunic.

Darius’s hand rested gently on her back. “We’ve fought enough wars for crowns and titles. Let our son fight only for himself. That is the only battle worth winning.”

The night wind carried the scent of ash, but within their embrace, warmth lingered.

For the first time since exile, Selene allowed herself to cry not as the Empire’s strongest magician, but as a mother who only wanted her child to smile.

Rooga Perspective

My eyelids fluttered open to a familiar shimmer.

The HUD blinked in bold letters across my vision:

[Status: Mana Exhaustion – Severe]

[Temporary Effect: Fatigue, Dizziness]

[Passive Effect Gained: Mana Capacity +10%]

I blinked, then grinned wide. My chest felt heavy, my limbs weak—but the words kept scrolling.

[Skill Evolution Complete]

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[New Evolution Path Unlocked: Vermillion Spark]

For a moment, I just lay there, staring, unable to believe it. Then the excitement exploded out of me.

“I did it… I DID IT!”

I shot up from the bed, nearly tripping over my own legs as I stumbled to the floor. My arms flailed, my tiny feet tapping against the wooden boards as I spun clumsily in a circle.

“Great fireball! Vermillion Spark! Hahahaha!”

It wasn’t graceful—it wasn’t even coordinated. Just a toddler spinning and hopping with the sheer joy of victory.

Lyra, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, jumped at first.

Then, seeing me waggle my arms in what could only be described as a “victory dance,” she covered her mouth with her hand.

But she didn’t laugh. She didn’t scold. She just watched.

Her dark eyes followed every step, every clumsy spin, every gleeful shout.

I finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting, cheeks flushed red with excitement. My grin was wide enough to split my face.

The HUD still flickered, bold and undeniable:

[New Skill Acquired: Vermillion Spark (Locked)]

I threw my arms in the air. “I’m amazing!”

Lyra said nothing. She only tilted her head, her lips pressing into the faintest smile as she whispered under her breath:

“Monster or not… you really are amazing, little master.”