Chapter 8: The Cultivation technique
Upon arriving at the estate, Lucas barely spared a glance at his surroundings, his mind weighed down by the day’s events. He felt drained, not just physically but mentally as well. Lira, the quiet and respectful servant who had fetched him, bowed once again before excusing herself. Without needing to be told, she hurried off in the direction of his quarters to prepare his bath.
Lucas, on the other hand, found himself standing in front of his father and mother. The hall was dimly lit with lanterns, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The physician had already left, but the faint scent of medicinal herbs still lingered, mixing with the scent of polished wood and incense that always seemed to be present in the estate.
His father, Elder Gideon Alden, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his sharp eyes scrutinizing Lucas with the same intensity as before. Lady Mariana sat beside him, her face lined with concern. The table in front of them held neatly arranged vials of ointments and small packets of herbs—the ones prescribed for him.
"How are you feeling now, Xavier?" Gideon’s voice was deep, steady. It wasn’t just a casual question; there was an expectation behind it.
Lucas met his father’s gaze, trying to mask his inner turmoil. He had to play the part. "Feeling much better, Father."
"You’re sure?" His mother’s voice was softer, but the concern was heavier in her tone.
Lucas hesitated for a split second before nodding. "Yes, Mother. I’m good."
His father studied him for a moment longer, then spoke again. "What about your memories? What do you remember now?"
Lucas stiffened. He had been expecting this question, but that didn’t make it any easier to answer. He could see the hope in their faces, the anticipation, the desperate wish that their son—Xavier—was still in there somewhere.
It made him feel guilty.
He wasn’t their son. The real Xavier Alden was gone. But how could he say that? How could he look them in the eyes and tell them the truth?