Chapter 129: THE WARMTH BEFORE THE STORM
Silence had enveloped Alice’s room. But it wasn’t suffocating. It was full of warmth, disbelief, and unspoken joy.
Rudeous stared at the boy, his mouth slightly parted, eyes struggling to accept what they were seeing.
"Logan..." he repeated with a softer voice.
"Yes, Father," Logan replied, stepping forward.
A storm of emotions flickered in Rudeous’s eyes—shock, relief, confusion, guilt. And finally... pride. But unlike Alice, he didn’t rush forward or let his emotions overtake him. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a long breath, and nodded slowly.
"You’re really alive," Rudeous said. He tried to act tough but the slight tenderness in his voice betrayed his effort. "Thank God! We almost thought you were....." he couldn’t finish his sentence.
Logan smiled faintly. "Sorry for worrying you too."
Rudeous walked toward him and placed a firm hand on Logan’s shoulder. "You’re my son. I never stopped hoping. And my words aren’t enough to express how happy I am. But... what actually happened? How are you standing here now? Mr. John from the court mage came himself to deliver the news."
"You mean the head judge from the tournament?" Logan asked with confusion.
"Yes." Rudeous replied.
Logan sank into deep thoughts. Then suddenly something clicked in his mind. The two mages from the court mage back then...during the ambush....who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "So it was Mr. John who sent them for help. I will have to visit him someday and say sorry." Logan thought.
Then he looked up at Rudeous again, and without wasting time, he continued calmly, laying out everything...how he got ambushed and was captured, how he fell from the cliff, how he survived by luck, his need for secrecy, even his cultivation method, the danger it posed if it fell into the wrong hands. He explained why he had to leave again and what he hoped to achieve.