The heads of Prime families, powerful people who belong to wealthy sects, the onlookers, each of them sought to find a way through the barrier to meet the young prodigy who had just been showered with divine blessings.
Yet, none dared challenge the might of the Sword Magus, who stood resolutely, guarding Kent and his close ones with an unwavering gaze that warned against any attempts to breach the barrier.
But the number of people who wanted to meet Kent with good will also stayed outside and stared at Kent with longing looks. Especially, Ron family head and father of Jia and the Supreme mages of wizard association and the peak masters of Eternal Sun Sect etc.,
The Sword Magus, who had been watching the scene unfold, quietly approached Kent. His voice was low and filled with caution, “It’s time to leave. Too many eyes are upon you, and staying here any longer could invite unnecessary trouble.”
Understanding the wisdom in Sword Magus’s words, Kent nodded. With a subtle command, his throne, still bathed in the divine glow from the blessings he had received, began to rise into the air. The onlookers watched in a mix of awe and frustration as Kent, like a comet blazing through the sky, left the blessed land behind, swiftly vanishing from sight.
The throne, moving with speed and grace, took a path that avoided the prying eyes and potential ambushes of those who might wish to exploit Kent’s newfound powers.
After several strategic detours, it finally descended into the secret palace of the Clark family, nestled in a secluded corner of the realm.
As the throne came to a gentle halt inside the palace, Kent was greeted by his aunt Eila, who welcomed everyone with a celebratory smile. Her eyes sparkled with pride as she saw the treasures that adorned Kent, each a testament to his extraordinary journey.
“Kent, you’ve made us all so proud,” Eila said, embracing him warmly.
Kent just smiled and introduced his female companions and Fatty to Eila. After having a chit chat, Eila pulled Kent close and said something in whisper.
“Your mother is waiting for you in the chamber. There are some urgent matters, Go meeter her.”
With a nod, Kent followed her words and made his way to the chamber where Madam Clark waited.
Aunt Eila took Kent’s companions to a separate room where servants prepared a delicious meal and fine wine.
While the young ones were talking to each other, the Supreme Sword Magus followed Eila to an outside hall. “Sword Magus, I hope you already received the news from my sister. Please help us in this matter.” Eila asked in a concerned tone.
“You don’t need to say this again. I already sent my trusted people to all corners. From now, the news of Kent as my secret disciple will spread all over. I already asked the Wizard association to release a story of me training Kent from childhood. Also, Kent will be renowned as Kent Hall and as a distant relative of mine.
I will take care of covering all details about Kent’s real identity.” The sword magus replied in an assured tone.
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Meanwhile Kent reached the closed chamber where Madam Clark residing. He slowly opened the room door with a smile on his lips.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering light of a fire casting shadows that danced across the walls. As Kent entered, he saw his mother sitting quietly, her face partially illuminated by the warm glow.
“Mother,” Kent’s voice was soft but carried a weight of emotion.
Madam Clark slowly rose from her seat and turned to face Kent. Her gaze was deep, filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow.
She stepped closer, her hand gently reaching out to stroke Kent’s long hair, the touch filled with a mother’s love.
For a long time, she said nothing, simply looking at her son, her eyes tracing every line of his face. Then, without warning, tears began to spill from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in silent streams.
Kent, confused and concerned, asked, “Mother, why are you crying? I’ve succeeded. Look at all these treasures—they’re gifts from the gods themselves. Did something wrong?”
But Madam Clark remained silent, her emotions too complex to be captured in words. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she spoke, her voice trembling with the weight of what she was about to reveal.
“You’re going to meet your father soon,” she said, her words heavy with meaning.
“What?!” Kent exclaimed with a wide open mouth.
“Mother! What are you talking about? Is anything wrong?” Kent asked in a hurried tone.
“Listen carefully, You are going to meet your father soon. But not as my son. You’ll meet him with another identity, in the Seventh Realm, as a personal disciple of Supreme Sword Magus.”
Kent’s eyes widened in surprise. “What are you talking about, Mother? Meet Father… but not as his son?”
“Yes,” Madam Clark confirmed, her tone filled with both sadness and resolve. “Think of it as Incognito Exile, and I’m also changing your past. You’ll be introduced as a Sword Magus disciple. Sit, we need to discuss a lot.”
Kent was stunned, struggling to grasp the full implications of her words. “But… Why, Mother? Why must it be this way?”
Madam Clark looked away, her tears flowing freely now. “Before that, I need to tell you something. Something I did wrong in your case. I need to apologize…”
Kent’s heart ached at the sight of his mother in such pain. “What do you mean, Mother? What did you do wrong? Without you, I wouldn’t be here.”
With a deep sigh, Madam Clark shook her head, the regret in her eyes cutting through Kent like a knife. “I was the reason Thea threw you out of the house, Kent. I asked her to do it.”
Kent’s breath caught in his throat, the revelation hitting him like a blow. He stared at his mother, struggling to process the truth she had just laid bare.
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*Wait for the great revelation tomorrow. The 7th realm will be tremble soon. -Your’s PeterPan 😉