The week passed in the blink of an eye. At first, Silas found himself extremely bored in the clinic, but after a few hours of peak boredom, he chose to finally read the book on her shelf.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to read those books. It was just that a lot of the information in them didn’t really interest him much. Most of them were medical books explaining anatomy, healing spells, and basic biology. Of course, it wasn’t considered basic in this world, but to Silas, who had a PhD in biomedical science and medicine, it was somewhat rudimentary.
‘This crap is high school level sh*t.’ Silas rubbed his temples. The most interesting part of the book was its use of magic. Of course, with one glance, Silas theorized almost a dozen ways to improve the spell. He read through those for most of the week.
The rest of the books explained basic hygiene, which he assumed only the Diveen practiced.
However, after reading through most of the books and grasping their main concept, one book caught his attention.
It was a book called “Gilea’s Secret – by Wallow Relicer.” When Silas opened to the front page, it was almost as if he was put into a trance state. His mind blocked out everything else as he read through the book.
The sun rose and fell, before rising again and reaching the horizon again.
Silas broke out of the trance and closed the book when the sun finally began setting. His eyes were empty, yet a smile could be seen plastered along his face, stretching from ear to ear.
“I was worried you died on us.” Diveen spoke out from behind him.
“How could I have died if I was flipping through the pages.” Silas replied without glancing at her.
He was trying to embed everything he just learned into his mind as to never forget. Everything he learned, every single word in that book was important. It was written better than most books out there. The person writing it was clearly a genius with words.
Every sentence linked to the next like cells bindings to one another, working in sync to make the entire book feel like a breath of fresh air.
It wasn’t even a novel. It was an autobiography about Gilea itself.
It was a gold mine of information. It had over a thousand pages, and the book itself was written on something in between A4 and A3 paper.
It talked about almost everything, but Silas knew that the book itself was essentially a basic introduction to the world of Gilea.
Books couldn’t simply contain all the information in the world, and this book war no exception. Though, it did seem like it broke into several volumes, it was just that Diveen only had this book and nothing else.
“Do you have the second chapter to this book?” Silas asked while turning around and raising the book into the air.
“I wish. Those books are expensive! Do you know how long it took me to get this one?” Diveen chuckled.
At first, she was flabbergasted at how long Silas was willing to stay in one place to read a book. However, after his family came and didn’t really react to it, she also stifled her confusion to not seem like the odd one out.
‘What kind of family allowed a 5-year-old to read an entire book and not eat at all throughout that entire period! I doubt he understands a single concept in that book!’ She sighed and looked at Lochras, who had a steady smile on his face.
Syra, Lochras, and Keira were all there, chatting to one another and hoping Silas would break out of his trance before the 2-day limit. He tended to get pretty angry when people broke him out of his trance, but they had made a rule that he wasn’t allowed to go more than 2 days without eating.
It was a weird rule that would have made most other parents frown at the Skylarks, but no one knew, so they didn’t care. They knew Silas was more than capable of going days without food. They always had to force-feed him food unless he was extremely tired.
“Oh, hey dad… Uhmm…” Silas looked to the side and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“We’ve come to a decision, but your mother said that she wanted to be a part of it so we’re going to tell you when we get back home.” Lochras explained.
“Back home?” Silas looked through the window and narrowed his eyes. He then tried to see how hungry he was and determined that two days must have passed, meaning he was free to go.
It didn’t take long for them to reach their home. The walk was a little slower since Syra was with them, but she hadn’t said a word throughout the entire stroll.
Looking at the two adults, they simply shrugged. It seemed like they had already talked to her, but nothing had come out of those talks.
When they finally entered their home, Silas quickly bathed before putting on new clothes and coming out of the bathroom.
Yep, they were rich enough to have their own bathroom, something he didn’t think was a privilege until he came to this world.
His entire family sat around the table, his grandmother sitting at one end, and the rest sitting on the sides.
The chair on the other end was empty. Since the sun had set, they had lit a few candles around the house. The flame inside the fireplace burned with vigor and intensity. At the same time, the candles set an atmosphere of calm over their entire house.
Rhea was looking at Silas with indifference. It was shocking, but at the same time, it was understandable.
Indifference, when it came to Rhea, meant that she was angry, and from her point of view, she had every right to be. After all, her son had been keeping a major lie from them for god knows how long.
She held her baby in her arms and rocked him slowly as if it was on instinct.
“Oh wait… Where’s Syra?” Silas asked.
“It’s better if she doesn’t know about this. She’s been very closed off recently.” Lochras spoke.
“I’m sorry…” Silas muttered while sitting down and keeping his eyes on the table. He didn’t want to make eye contact since he wanted to seem like he was ashamed of himself.
“We came to a decision…” Rhea spoke.
“We’re allowing you to go into the forest, but only if someone else goes with you. You’re strong, Silas. I didn’t even see the fight but I can tell that much from the aftermath.” Rhea closed her eyes and sighed.
“That takes away from-“
“Shut up.” Rhea cut him off and continued-
“You lied to us for so long. I don’t understand why you did it, but these two do… If it was up to me, you wouldn’t leave this house again until you reach Syra’s age, but sadly, I’m not the only adult in this house.” Rhea grimaced while Silas frowned.
“So I’m assuming you created this compromise?” Silas asked.
“No… Your mother and I did.” Lochras looked at Silas with a threatening expression.
“And I’m assuming you’ve already made your mind up about this.”
“Yes.” Rhea replied.
“Then there’s nothing else for us to discuss.” Silas finally looked up, and in that instant, a pressure fell onto everyone in the room except for the baby in Rhea’s arms.
They all stopped breathing momentarily since they hadn’t expected it, but they quickly regained their composure.
He hadn’t released his killing intent or anything similar, but it was as his presence changed completely while his expression reverted to one that Seth usually put on.
A smile… A smile that not many saw and lived to tell the tale. It was his version of anger. He rarely got angry. He got frustrated, but not angry.
Standing up, Silas turned around and strolled to his room.
They all looked at each other to see if the others felt it too.
“What the hell was that…” Rhea clenched onto her baby.
“It doesn’t matter. If what the chief told me is true, it means that Silas needs to be always observed.” Keira covered her mouth as she began to think back to everything the chief had shown her.
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