"What's wrong, Bernal?"
Sensing Bernal's reaction, Eva lowered her head and looked at Bernal, who seemed to be searching for something.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Bernal looked at his mother and shook his head, looking confused.
Is it my imagination?
Suddenly, Bernal seemed to have noticed something. He looked at the door, and a familiar figure stood by it.
It was his father, Moss Nelson.
"Father."
Moss nodded as a response, but he did not say anything else. He just looked at him.
He seemed to be expressing his concern in this manner.
There's something amiss! My father would never look at me for so long!
This feels too formal.
This is not something my father would do.
Father was always so cold. All his time had been spent on work every day.
He had no interest in anything that had nothing to do with his job.
But I know that was only on the surface.
His father loved his mother very much, and he would remember every word his mother had said.
Once, his mother had only complained that the flowers in the garden were too monotonous.
The next day, his father brought several types of flowers to his mother.
Although his mother became even angrier in the end, Bernal knew that his mother smiled happily after that.
Bernal remembered that on the day of the magic potential test, he sat in the corner alone in disappointment when his father appeared beside him suddenly.
"How was it today?"
"Huh?"
That could be considered their first interaction.
Bernal was shocked at the time because it was the first time that his father had spoken to him.
It was the first time since his birth.
As a transmigrator, Bernal even remembered his babyhood clearly.
Therefore, Bernal was really surprised.
Facing Bernal's reaction, Moss was clearly not used to it.
In the end, he left without waiting for Bernal's response.
The back of his father, who seemed to have fled in defeat, was forever remembered in the depths of his memories.
From that moment on, Bernal understood that his father was not without feelings, but he was not good at expressing them.
He might just be afraid of showing affection because he had already lost too much.
In reality, his father was extremely meticulous.
Care was one thing, love was another. Yet, his father would never do anything formal.
He would always carry out his responsibilities silently.
Just like how he showed some concern about him back then, Bernal's father left right after seeing that he was not too upset.
Therefore, there must be something wrong here, because his real father would not even appear in front of him.
Looking at his father staring at him from the door, Bernal could sense his undisguised concern.
All of a sudden, a nauseous feeling overwhelmed him.
Crack!
As this thought appeared in Bernal's mind, the surrounding scenery seemed to freeze.
Then, the scene in his vision began to shrink. Before he knew it, Bernal found himself in a dark red space.
The scene from before was like a painting floating in the air.
At this moment, the painting was like glass with cracks appearing on it.
Bernal reached out a finger and gently tapped it.
Clatter!
The painting broke into pieces and disappeared. A black hole replaced the position of the painting, and a powerful suction burst out from it, sucking Bernal indirectly.
"Ah, you're awake."
Rogeria felt the movement in her arms and looked down at Bernal.
Bernal was not in a good state at the moment. His right eye had turned into a hole, and fresh blood was constantly flowing out.
The left eye did not disappear, but the entire eye lens was shattered. The large cross-shaped opening was especially frightening, and the insides could be seen from the side of the eye.
A piercing pain came from Bernal's eyes.
However, Bernal did not cry out. After all, he was not a real three-year-old. When Bernal felt the pain, his expression returned to normal except for the initial twitch.
"What's going on?"
Even though Bernal tried his best to remain calm, the excessive pain and the darkness in his vision made his voice tremble.
He was afraid.
On second thought, he had indeed become overconfident and lost himself in the power that he had suddenly obtained.
Rogeria's contract was impartially equal and binding.
As long as Bernal wanted to, he could use the contract's power to restrain Rogeria.
Not only that, but he could also obtain Rogeria's power through the contract.
It was the most tempting poison for a Bernal who craved power.
It was addictive
However…
"The power of a god is not that easy to use. Still, I'm quite surprised that you didn't die immediately after overusing my power soon after signing the contract."
Rogeria caressed Bernal's face, and the blood dripping from the corner of his eye disappeared the moment it touched her finger.
She shifted her finger up and forcefully pressed it into Bernal's eye socket.
"Ugh…"
Bernal could not help but groan in pain when he got attacked suddenly.
However, it was as if Bernal could withstand the pain. Soon, he adapted to the provocation from Rogeria, and his grimace disappeared.
"Really? It's awful, but not too bad."
Bernal's calm reaction made Rogeria apply more force in her fingers, to the point that she jabbed them in.
Although, this time, Bernal did not cry out.
Bernal moved. He looked up at Rogeria, whose fingers were still inside his eye sockets.
However, Bernal did not even frown.
"Stop playing around. You better stop my bleeding. If I die, you'll have to get lost."
"I don't think you can find a better contractor than me."
Upon hearing this, Rogeria immediately withdrew her finger.
At the same time, Bernal used the contract and Rogeria's power again.
The feeling of invincibility returned, making Bernal feel much more at ease.
As long as he controlled the extent of the power well, nothing would happen.
Bernal was not as reckless as before. He was very cautious as he used Rogeria's power to heal his body.
Gulp gulp!
A dark wave surfaced again, but it was not Rogeria who summoned it this time. It was Bernal.
"You've already familiarized yourself with it?"
Rogeria watched all of this with great interest. Her look towards Bernal became abnormally fervent and infatuated.