Chapter 9 - 9 - My fatal weakness

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Chapter 9: Chapter 9 - My fatal weakness

"Duchess Kassidy, I know very well that you're getting annoyed and thinking this kid is talking nonsense," he continued, seemingly able to read my thoughts.

Why was this child acting so mature and as if he knew everything?

"Then why don't you tell me how you can give me this so-called valuable resource? I don't believe your father has any mana mine left,"

I remarked with a smirk, As I saw him coming towards me with his body taking small steps I thought of him as the same child who once tried to take his first steps toward me.

It was still annoying, but as his mother, I couldn't help but feel some responsibility for him.

"I will inject mana into your body. Please accept it," he said as he placed his hands on my back, emphasizing our shared bloodline and good mana compatibility.

I sighed, thinking, 'Enough, Zeph! Are you testing my patience...' But before I could complete my sentence, I felt an enormous surge of mana emanating from my back.

As I felt the surge of mana, I swiftly stood up and held my son's hand as I checked his mana. It was not just vast; it was enormous and stil regenerating at very fast pace.

A smile slowly spread across my face as I realized what a genius my son was.

"Son, you are..." I began to say, overwhelmed with pride afterall he was not useless.

Zeph's POV

I injected my mana into her, and I could see the surprise in her eyes. She swiftly stood, turning around to hold my wrist, her eyes widening before a smile occupied her face. I thought she was about to say something like "Son, you are..." But she was interrupted as I spoke.

"It's Zephyr for you, Duchess Kassidy. I'm here to do business, and that's what I want right now. I hope you'll accept my offer."

She seemed to be about to say something more motherly, but I interrupted her.

"I guess there's a misunderstanding, Duchess Kassidy. You're a businesswoman, and for you to talk to me like I'm your son just because you found me valuable shows all this. So, stop this, and I hope you'll accept my offer."

I spoke without hesitation because she was not my mother, and she certainly didn't have the qualities of one.

There was a saying in my old world: 'Every child deserves a mother, but not every mother deserves a child.'

I couldn't act like her beloved child just to obtain a weapon.

But here's the catch – I was terribly nervous. My heart was racing because I had just revealed that I was a mana mine. It was a gamble, and I knew the stakes:

1. She would either kidnap me and use me as a cauldron.

But I can't sacrifice all my people who trust me for my family.

This is what I was taught from childhood.

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Zeph's POV

"Haa... now it feels good." I moved through the hallway, feeling overwhelmed in her presence.

Seeing her tears, my eyes welled up; after all, why not?

She is my mother, who will help me gain faster entry into the Academy.

Her affection towards me was evident from the fact that I needed an appointment just to meet her.

'It should keep her from taking actions.' I cleared my tears, which were reflected outbursts of my emotions, intending to maintain a facade to make sure everything was right and go according to my way.

I felt my first steps towards Valeria Academy becoming successful, understanding Kassidy's personality, which was likely to keep things going according to her way.

If I were to describe her in one word, it would be - a hypocrite.

She sees herself as right while others are wrong.

Her mind instinctively tries to mold things her way.

Seeing those tears, I knew it was time to become a weak son in front of her.

She will think of me as completely under her control. 'I need to become stronger faster, or else.'

If everything goes as per the novel, then had I acted haughty towards her, my body would have been found in some river. 'Duchess for ya.'

Looking back at the direction I came from, a smile formed on my face.

I will make sure that the future awaited Duchess Kassidy in just a year will be unforgettable.

Until then, 'I am a very good son.'