Aiden asked the wisps as he stopped in his tracks, without looking back. "That sounds like the chaeuffer that follows the headmaster around."
Caelum was doing the survey overhead, and he began to flash an alarming red light from seeing the threat to Aiden's day off. The teenagers who beat him up was coming southeastward, and the boys wearing silver capes he clashed with during lunch approached their direction from the southeast. They will obviously converge to where Aiden was currently at so he urged them to hurry.
"What are you doing?!" he yelled before flying down. "I'd be more than happy to see you beat up but all your enemies will catch up to you if you don't hurry!"
Aiden took no more than a second to think. He shrugged his shoulders, and without looking back, bolted for the gates once again.
"He already loathes me to the fullest," Aiden said as he run past the gates. "What more can I do to make him hate me more."
Aiden immediately hopped into Mr. Busty who arrived before any other carriage.
"You sure are one trustworthy steed," Caelum beamed proudly. "Told you he's the best one there is."
Aiden rubbed Mr. Busty in the head, took a carrot he kept from lunch out of his pocket and gave it to Mr. Busty. "Let's head home, Mr. Busty."
. . .
Aiden immediately slumped onto his bed stepping into his room. The exhausting finally getting into him. Even the three wisps felt his exhaustion as they lie on his pillow.
"Now I know why you only get to live for less than a hundred years," Caelum said, his faded light molding him into a blob next to Aiden. "You're lives are exhausting as heck!"
"You're right for once," Lucius said, as he too, turned into a blob on the pillow. "This is the most exhausting day I've had in a thousand years."
Riven settled beside Aiden, and without any of them realizing, the four slept their way through the night, all of them being woken by the sunlight for the next day.
Aiden got up when the rude maid barged inside his door. This time, she didn't bother wasting a word for him, she simply rolled her eyes and tossed a fresh set of uniform in his face. "The headmaster heed that you join them for breakfast," she said before slamming the door closed.
"That father of yours," Riven said. "Wants you to join them for breakfast."
"Great!" Caelum said. "He's the headmaster, right? That means he has some potent cultivation. If he slaps you himself, who knows what spells you can bust out."
Aiden nodded his head, considering the idea.
"Wait," Lucius wondered. "I'm sure he'd beaten you before. Did you also feel a tingling sensation coursing through your veins then?"
Aiden shook his head. "I don't know. He always beat my hands with a stick when he taught me stuff when I was younger." he said, "Other than getting hit by a stick or being starved to death, he never laid a hand on me."
"Well," Riven said while looking at the sunlight seeping through the windows. "Would you look at this sunshine. What a great day to get slapped by your father for the first time, right?"
Aiden groaned. "I was right to savor the rare kindness from yesterday."
When Aiden had finished dressing himself up, he took one glance at the broken mirror in his room. For a second, his eyebrows furrowed. The three wisps beside him also noticing the oddity in him.
"Bastardsson..." Lucius mumbled, "Your bruises..."
"They're all gone." Caelum continued, disbelief apparent in his tone.
Aiden's jaw locked in place, the anomaly also taking him by surprise.
"Can you heal yourself?" Riven asked him, and he shook his head.
"No." he said, "This is new to me too. All my bruises usually disappears after a day or two. But never after a few hours."
The three wisps gleamed the same color of blue, their thoughts mirroring each other's.
"Riven..." Caelum faced Riven. "Did you do this?"
Riven bobbed himself from left to right. "Maybe. But not consciously."
Aiden wondered what the three were thinking, about to ask for an explanation before a knock interrupted their wonders. The butler who called Aiden, whom he also ignored, yesterday, greeted Aiden with a plain expression.
"It's time for breakfast," he said. "Don't make Lord Greyson wait again."
With that, the butler left.
"You should hurry before your father finishes eating," Caelum said. "You can't miss this opportunity to get slapped."
Aiden nodded his head, and immediately headed downstairs to the main dining room. The place felt bittersweet and nostalgic. The last time he ate here was a few years ago before the woman who birthed him passed away, and he was shoved to a deeper pit of suffering.
There was a long table for at least a dozen people. Lord Greyson sat on the opposite end of the table, and Aiden sat on the other side. He could barely see Lord Greyson from such a distance. Then, his so-called stepbrother took the seat on Lord Greyson's left side. The two looking like normal father-son dining together while Aiden sat on the farthest side with an empty plate.
"This is bad…" Caelum said.
"You're feeling bad for him too?" Lucius asked him.
"No, they're way too far apart how is he gonna get slapped from that distance!" He replied.
Aiden took a quick at the wisps. Without any second thought, he pulled his chair closer, finally settling in on Lord Greyson's side without saying anything. He glanced ay the wisps once again with a subtlety proud loom on his face, "Problem solved." As if he didn't startle the entire mansion from his move. Even the maids failed to supress their gasps.
The Lord Greyson himseld looked stunned, and the boy beside him had a sinister look on his face.
Lord Greyson cleared his throat, concealing the shock he had suffered. "I was told you had some mishaps at the academy yesterday…"
"Dean Martha that snitch," Caelum sneered before turning to Aiden. "He said you were in some trouble."
Aiden thought of ways to escalate the situation and get his father mad to get everything over with.