Chapter 93 Home [2]

Chapter 93 Home [2]

"Brandon!"

Belle's muffled voice rang from the other side of the room.

And as for Brandon...

"Haa... H-haa..."

Waking up around 5:00 AM, he picked up on his curse affinity progress.

Drip. Drip.

He was drenched in sweat while the floor was splattered with dry blood droplets

But...

"Haaa... Yes..."

He had finally made significant progress.

Materializing from his fingertip, the thread continued to extend further

One centimeter...

Ten centimeters...

Two meters...

Until the thread coiled around like a snake.

He had successfully manipulated a single thread.

It took him a total of three hours.

But after getting used to the pain and the way mana works with the [Curse] affinity, the bleeding had stopped.

For one finger that is.

And for the other finger...

Drip. Drip...!

One centimeter.

"..."

He was used to the pain by now.

No more grunting.

Just like that, the threads cut off.

Two threads were all he was capable of currently.

"H-haaa...."

"Brandon!"

"...Yes?"

"You ready?"

Ah.

Occupied by the threads, he hadn't realized that a lot of time had passed.

So...

"...No."

"Hurry up. The driver will arrive in thirty minutes."

"Got it."

Just like that, Brandon cleaned up the blood stains before swiftly heading to the bathroom.

Twist–

Twisting the faucet, the cold water poured down on his entire figure.

And the time spent for showering...

Was another time for training.

Brandon had recently realized that wherever he went, trouble would always follow.

He was a calamity magnet.

And every free time he would get was an opportunity to train.

Therefore...

——!

Threads started looming around once again.

Drip. Drip...!

And blood had started dripping. But would wash away along with the water.

***

Stepping outside the gate, a black car was parked outside, and a man adorning a suit stood beside it.

'A butler?'

That seemed to be the case.

"Lady Belle, Sir Brandon, good morning."

Greeting them, the man walked towards them and picked up their bags.

"Good morning to you as well, Alfred."

Adorned in casual clothing, Belle's sweet voice greeted the butler.

"Good morning... Alfred."

Skeptically, Brandon followed Belle's flow.

After placing their bags in the car's trunk, Alfred motioned to open the door.

"..."

Belle nodded with a smile, as Brandon was utterly speechless.

What kind of...

It was now apparent to him that the Locke family was in fact even wealthier than he thought.

There were certain times when Brandon was jolted awake during the road trip.

And overhearing Belle and Alfred's conversation, he had found out that the city that the Locke family resided in was called Avenie.

Avenie...

It was unfamiliar to him.

Just what kind of city was Avenie.

And,

What kind of family were the Lockes?

Entering the estate, a cobble stone path welcomed them. Bushes that were symmetrically cut stood at the mansion's sides.

It was a beautiful path.

Looking ahead, maids stood by the large door, waiting for them.

"Welcome home, Young Masters!"

The same line greeted them.

And Belle gave the same response as well.

"Mhm."

"..."

And also Brandon, who was still flabbergasted by the entire thing.

Creaaak...

As the large door opened, a woman with strikingly similar features to Belle, stood with a smile.

Beside her was a tall man with a bulky frame. With jet-black hair, and hazel eyes. He stood with regal, and exuded an air of authority.

Brandon tried to recall their names as abruptly as he could.

'Brianna Locke, and Omar Locke.'

If he recalled correctly, then there would be no problems.

Not like it mattered. He could just call them Mom and Dad.

Smiling, Brianna greeted them with a hug.

"Welcome home, you two must be tired."

As those words left her mouth, the two returned her embrace with a warm hug of their own.

On the other hand, Omar stood silent as he stared at Brandon with an intimidating gaze.

"..."

"...Here he comes."

Stepping to the side, Belle's voice reached Brandon's ears.

What is she...

"My Boy!"

Omar immediately made way towards Brandon and lifted him up.

"How have you been?"

"..."

"Did they do anything to you in the Academy!?"

His ecstatic voice soon lowered down as his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?! Why aren't you saying anything? They did, didn't they?"

"...No, nothing happened."

Skeptically raising his brow, Omar turned his head to look at Belle, who was gradually fading away.

"Nothing happened?"

"Nope."

Belle shook her head.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Omar lowered Brandon.

Locking his gaze with Belle, the bulky man rushed towards her with his arms wide open.

"Ukeh!"

But before he could, a gust of wind blew on his leg and tripped him.

As Brandon turned to look at Belle, her arm was raised, pointing at Omar.

"..."

This...

What kind of family was this?

"No, Dad. We're not kids anymore."

"I just wanted to hug my children...."

Belle shook her head with a frown, as Omar laid on the floor as if he was crying.

What sort of...?

Stepping over Omar, Brianna alternated between Brandon and Belle.

Smiling, her lips parted open.

"After the two of you have settled, let's have a family dinner tonight."