"Is that so? Then I'm sorry for him and his daughters." The old man shook his head negatively and regretted it.
As much as he had no proof that these people were his relatives, he had no reason to question anyone's death, let alone appreciate it.
This man's brother had left out of passion in search of the woman he loved so that one day he could return and have a family of his own. But somehow, his journey had gone wrong, and he had died months after leaving Chilldale.
He had not been banished or estranged from the family. He had simply gone on a journey and not returned. The people of this house had no reason to hate him, and this man couldn't help but be interested in the situation of those relatives who might be alone in this world.
The people of this world followed the lineage of the father's family to define responsibilities and emotional attachments, so these daughters of Andrew were, in a way, responsibilities of this house. Therefore, the man's words were not empty.
Vicente said. "The last time I heard from them, they were persevering to win in the absence of their father and mother. I'll tell them about this place if I ever see them again. Will you receive them? Will they have any problems if they come to you?"
The man noticed the seriousness in Vicente's gaze and noticed that he seemed to care about these girls.
"I will. If they're part of my family, I'll make sure they have a place to call home, and I'll help them find their own destiny. Even if they're unrelated to me, I'll welcome them into my home and guide them." He said as he saw Vicente show him one of his hands.
"My name is Vicente. Thank you for your words. It relieves me." The young man with the black bird on his shoulder said as he shook the old man's hand.
"Vicente?" The man looked at him with interest, wondering who this person really was.
"Goodbye, Patriarch Fuller." Vicente showed the man a fraction of his aura as he made a metal object with the Fuller family symbol appear on one of the man's fingers.
When he felt this, the Fuller Patriarch of the current generation looked at Vicente in amazement, feeling a power even stronger and more vicious than that of the bird that had attracted his attention so far.
When he felt his hand being released and saw Vice walking away, the old man was even more intrigued. 'Who is this person? Did he owe any favors to my unknown relatives?' He asked himself as he looked at the ring Vicente had formed on one of his fingers.
But this was no ordinary ring, and the man soon realized that there was great power in it.
"This..."
"Patriarch, is there a problem? Did he do something to you?" The surrounding men approached the old man after Vicente left, each of them sweating with concern.
"No." The old man got right to the point. "He just showed me that we have more of us scattered throughout the kingdom." He looked at the strongest men there and gave new orders. "Watch for the arrival of women with the surname Fuller in our city. If such women ever arrive at our doorstep, be careful and kind and bring them to me or the family patriarch immediately."
"Yes, patriarch!"
Meanwhile, Vicente left for the Chilldale exit, not at all interested in staying there until the next day.
"Sigh... Now I've sorted out all my responsibilities as a son and brother." He muttered as he felt one less weight on his shoulders.
He still had to save Lauren, but even if he fell before or after that, Nina wouldn't be helpless. She would have a family to help her!
He had also avenged his parents and reported their deaths to their respective families.
"Why didn't you tell this man about yourself, master?" Onyx asked Vicente, knowing enough of his master's history to know that the old man was probably Vice's great-uncle.
"To protect Nina and Lauren," Vicente replied sincerely, remembering his failure with the Hogan family. "Unfortunately, humans are selfish and exploitative creatures. They will try to take advantage of the situation at the slightest opportunity.
I couldn't risk the last alternative I might have had to ensure the well-being of my sisters. If this man knew who I was, would he welcome them with open arms because of my power or because of their origin?
I don't want their last alternative to be someone selfish who would treat them badly if I were not in this world. That would be the same as not planning anything. That's why I couldn't let that man know I have the same blood as him. It's the only thing that can help Nina and Lauren."
Onyx understood his master, aware that humanity really was dirty.
"But anyway, it's all settled now. That man will never know my true origin, and he'll always have open doors for Lauren and Nina. If the worst comes true, I trust they'll at least get a second chance". He commented to Torne and Onyx, making them both look at him in silence.
They both had their freedom of thought and didn't have to agree with everything Vicente said just because he was their master. But even though they were free in their thoughts, they couldn't help but respect this man.
Someone who cared so much about his family and would do anything to ensure their future, even thinking about his possible death, was unusual.
Most people were selfish and would do good for those close to them as long as it benefited them or didn't get in their way. But in a moment of desperation, most would abandon their past and their families and become whatever it took to survive.
Vicente wasn't like that. He would sacrifice himself for his family if he had to, and since he didn't know when he might face a desperate situation, he prepared himself to ensure the continuity of his family even in his absence.
That showed his devotion to his family but also his humility in realizing that even though he was already so powerful, he could still fail and die.
'Your common sense and humility are your most important weapons, master.' Torne thought as he clenched his fists. 'Talented people are born every day all over the continent. Monstrous creatures like vampires are scattered throughout these lands. But because of their arrogance, only a few have a chance to prosper and overcome certain limitations.
You are different. You have the greatest talent of all, yet you see a future in which you will die and fail.' Torne felt different and couldn't help feeling happy. 'I just hope I'll still be here when you rule these lands and ascend to the next realm.'
