Silva decided to rest that night; he didn’t even want to bother with the man they had captured. He slept like a log.
When the sun rose and the day started, Silva woke up and noticed Dawn and Lia in the room, at the side of the bed. It seemed they had fallen asleep watching him.
And for the first time, he didn’t jump out of bed or run away. He simply patted both of them on their heads softly and then slipped out of bed.
He walked out of the room and stretched out his body, and then the look in his eyes changed—it was time to start work.
He immediately contacted Drake and Lily and asked them to set a place for him to meet the man they had captured.
He recognized that man as the person who had told him about the slime jelly, and for some reason, it pissed him off even more.
It pissed him off that the person who told him about the jelly was also probably an enemy.
Silva made it to the lounge and saw the man there already, along with Drake and Lily. Silva took his seat and looked at the man.
“You already know all that I want to ask you, so tell me and survive. If you don’t, there are other means to get it out of you, but they won’t be pleasant,” Silva said.
“You have really grown since that day,” Spark Blade said.
“I didn’t bring up the fact that I know you because for some reason, it is really pissing me off, and I’ll probably kill you because of it. So be careful,” Silva said in anger.
“Fine, I’m tired of all this, in fact, so I’ll tell you a little story.
Over thirty years ago, a young boy lived with his parents far on the outskirts of the empire. He played with his friends in their small village, happily.
Every day, he would wake up and help his parents take care of the house, and then he would help his father prepare their crops for sale in the empire.
After that, he would take time to play with his friends and cause all sorts of mischief all around the town.
But because everyone knew that he didn’t really have bad intentions, no one really bothered him. But all that was not the highlight of the boy’s day.
His highlight was about the sword when he could go into his hidden corner, where he had a rusted blade that he swung all day.
There was no one to teach him, no one to help him learn, but he still went ahead to learn as best as he could, swinging every day.
Was he getting better? No one knew, but he was happy with himself. And so he kept going until one day, after he passed the age of twelve, he suddenly started emitting lightning.
It wasn’t an element but a legacy, which may seem similar, but they are not the same. Now, with this new power, he felt happy.
But he was unsure as to what he should do. He wasn’t sure he should show his parents—they just wanted a simple life, and if he showed them his legacy, that would be affected.
So he kept it to himself and trained daily, going to his spot and learning how to use his legacy in the most effective way.
He lacked mana, and that made his mana run out fast after every practice, but he kept going, and he was actually making decent progress.
But that’s beside the point, as the life of the boy changed one day. He went to train at the end of the day, unknown to him, a small battle had started with a grey wolf pack and a fierce beast.
That grey wolf pack was the largest around there, with an incredible number of two thousand wolves.
The battle started, and the wolves suffered some losses and retreated to regroup, but they didn’t regroup in their home—they went to the boy’s town.
They decided to rest there and regroup. The town was a very small town and didn’t have the type of defenses that would stop that sort of pack of wolves.
They came into the town and tore through everything with ease. They killed everyone in sight, ravaged the town, and killed. They killed the mother of the boy.
His father also returned to the town later that day, and the wolves attacked him and killed him.
The boy returned to the town, but before he reached it, his higher senses, toned from using mana, sensed something was wrong.
And so he snuck into the town, and somehow into his house, and on the ground, he saw his mother dead. He was shocked, but the wolves found him, and he had to run.
He used his little sword practice and lightning to fight some of the wolves off and killed them, but not without a lot of injuries.
But he managed to escape them, and he began running toward the empire, and that was where he found his father’s body on the road.
But let me round up this story—the boy headed into the empire, filled with rage and anger. He joined to become a spy and assassin.
He took out his rage every day, killing and completing missions, but one day he met a lady, and that lady introduced him to cooking.
And he fell in love—in love with cooking and in love with her. And that started taking away his time, and he stopped caring about being a killer.
But all that didn’t last long because he found out that she was a half-elf, and her people had come to claim her back, and he could do nothing to stop them.
But before she left, she asked him to always cook and never stop, because then they would always be able to be together.”
“Sigh, is there more to this?” Silva interrupted and asked.
“Of course there is, so humor me,” Spark Blade said with a chuckle.