After breakfast with Alice, Theos prepared to leave, wearing a black suit with silver trim, a black tie, his hair carelessly tied back, and the storage ring on his right index finger where the gun was hidden.
Seeing that everything was ready, he kissed Alice fondly goodbye and promised to return as soon as possible for his birthday party.
"How long have I waited?" he asked himself quietly, positioning himself near the exit of his palace.
The Fallen, that was not only his name, but also the name of his palace, a place protected by a circle of mana and guards to prevent anyone from passing through.
This barrier of mana could allow what was inside to be seen outside, but for those on the outside, the barrier could not be seen inside, so no one had been able to know the appearance of Theos.
"It's a big territory," he admitted after spending a week walking around and analyzing his home, but he couldn't help but mention it every time he saw the extremely large landscape in front of him… More than a kilometer of territory and all to himself.
No one could see what was going on inside the barrier, but inside, you could see outside as the sun shone brightly in the morning.
""Hmm?" hummed Theos in confusion, watching as a luxurious car approached.
An all-white car, without a speck of dirt, shining clean in the sunlight.
Even Theos had to cover his eyes, not because he couldn't stand so much light, but because it disturbed him.
*RUMBLING*
Leaning against Theos' side, the car came to a complete stop but was still running. "Are you getting in?" came a voice from inside the car that Theos recognized immediately.
"Sure, Father," he replied, opening the back door of the four-door car. For an average-sized car, the interior was quite futuristic and extremely clean; everything seemed to glow in the slightest light.
"How are you?" Matheo smiled lightly beside Theos, who closed the door and sat down comfortably next to him.
"Very well, no need to ask."
"Hahahaha. I see," Matheo replied with a laugh, causing Theos to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
"What's the matter? You're not usually so cheerful," he said, annoyed at not understanding what was going through his father's mind.
'You're certainly the most complex person I've ever talked to' he admitted mentally, waiting for his ancestor's answer.
"Nothing, nothing, you'll know when you see your mother, ha ha ha ha," the albino replied, annoying Theos even more.
"Well, leave it at that. Chauffeur, drive," Theos ordered. Immediately the car started to move. There was no need to say where, because the chauffeur must have been told where Matheo wanted to go.
As for ignoring his father's orders? That's normal. After all, even Theos has an equal or higher status than Matheo.
"What do you think your path will be?" he asked curiously. Theos touched his chin and pretended to think.
"Who knows, maybe a path of darkness through my completely dark hair, or a path of a special fire through my left eye? Maybe a path of blood," he argued, causing Matheo to nod in agreement with his logical argument.
A path is given at birth, and there are many influencing factors, such as eye color, hair color, personality, and so on. It is possible that these have some connection to one's path.
The journey was not long and not too hectic. Matheo didn't ask any more questions and Theos didn't speak, both focused on the upcoming arc in the novel, just today. He is determined to receive some great benefits.
"We're here," the chauffeur announced, bringing the car to a slow stop so as not to disturb his masters. Matheo got out of the car, followed by Theos.
"Mmm," he didn't even feel his feet touch the ground when the feeling of being enveloped in mana came over… They had cast a spell on him!
"Relax, it's an occult sp, all so no one can see your face; they can see your body but not your face," Matheo explained with an amused smile.
"Why won't they let their son show his spectacular face? Is it illegal to show it?" said Theos loudly, feeling unhappy but unable to do anything but sigh.
Matheo rolled his eyes but said nothing. In a father-son relationship, even if they didn't see each other all the time, there was still a connection.
Matheos stepped forward without answering Theos' words.
The red-haired man followed him silently, observing the large building in front of him, almost the size of a skyscraper. "Just like in the cartoon, every building here is so big that it's impossible to see its roof with normal eyes," Theos remembered, feeling nostalgic.
The two men entered through the front door, where they were greeted by a pretty receptionist who, despite her appearance, didn't even impress Theos.
He had seen Alice, Eleanor, Luna, Rusee and Nora; how could he be impressed by an ordinary beauty? For him, it would be pathetic.
But the girl at the reception desk didn't move, her head bowed and shaking uncontrollably. Her whole body was shaking with pure fear! And it didn't take a genius to figure out why.
"Where is the customized Caminos awakening chamber?" asked Matheo, this time in the coldest voice Theos had ever heard.
"Eh… Uh… Miss Mariana put you on the 53rd floor," the receptionist replied between stammering. Fortunately, Matheo did not follow the conversation, but nodded and walked towards the elevator.
Seeing Matheo walk past her, the receptionist fell to her knees, trembling.
Theos could only shake his head and follow his father. 'It is a merit to be brave enough to face him. It's pride to be a mere human… After all, he is one of the strongest and most famous people in the world' he thought, also walking past.
Matheo, a heroic figure around the world, it is impossible not to know his name by sight. It is impossible to stand next to such a famous and intimidating figure.
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