Celestial Bloodline

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Kyle locked his eyes on the man seated in the distance. But only after a few seconds, he quickly looked away from the man's eyes and noticed that his palms had started to sweat, almost as if he was feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of staring directly into those purple pupils.

'Huh!?'

Kyle noticed his own behavior and once again snapped his head towards the man, this time with a deadly serious expression because he noticed the man was treating him like thin air even after hearing his questions. That's why he repeated his words once again.

"I said, who are you?"

His firm voice echoed in the air, but he received nothing in return except silence. Kyle took a deep breath to stop himself from getting even more frustrated after everything he had been going through recently.

He decided to put rest as his top priority because he knew his body needed it the most at the moment. Hubert has helped alleviate his pain, and he could sense that his bones were better than before. But it still wasn't enough for him to walk normally.

And once he gains some strength and mobility, he's gonna rough the man up to vent his frustration and anger, and, of course, to get the answers too.

'It's not like he's all-powerful. I sensed his aura too when he let it out earlier. He's just a pseudo-divine rank human, like me.'

Kyle grabbed the fabric covering his body and shifted to lie down on the bed, but he kept his eyes open. Mostly because of the presence in the room—the presence he couldn't sense at all. Subconsciously, he wondered if the man was truly a pseudo-divine rank.

He blinked and gazed at the ceiling in silence, his mind replaying everything he had experienced recently. A flicker of pain gleamed in his eyes as he thought about the phoenix.

'She's going to give me a good beating. I guess I deserve it. It's my fault this time.'

The tranquility in the room shattered as the familiar deep voice resonated in his ears.

"Your eyes still shine so brightly. But why? They should be serene, composed, icy, and vacant... just like mine."

Kyle blinked as the voice continued.

"Maybe... it will take a while for us to be on the same side but also opposite at the same time. Do you still remember the face of the person who made you so miserable?"

At the end, the voice turned slightly raspy, almost as if urging him to answer.

"Huh...?"

Kyle blinked again with a stunned expression.

'The face of the person who made me so miserable..?'

He promptly stopped breathing as he recalled the time before he jumped into the tunnel filled with violent currents. Instantly, dread crept into his heart, which started thundering in his chest because even after he racked his brain many times... he couldn't remember.

He couldn't remember the face of the person who beat him up. No, how was it possible?

Kyle's eyes dilated. He remembered everything else... how he fought back, how the person beat him up enough to make his body bleed from every part, but he forgot... he forgot the opponent's face. It was as if his memory had turned hazy, blurring that specific face.

He snapped his eyes towards the place where the man was sitting, only to find the chair empty.

Kyle attempted to drag his body out of bed, but the pain coursing through his body thwarted his efforts.

His eyes darted around in a frantic search before finally fixing on the fading figure of the man who had started to walk towards the room exit.

"Wait! Wait!"

"What the fuck!? What the hell do you mean? Why don't I remember his face?"

Kyle shouted, causing the man to pause briefly in the doorway.

"I told you the old dragon didn't give you all the knowledge."

Kyle watched as the man walked away, without a single glance back, and silence descended upon the room once again. He lowered his gaze and noticed that many of his wounds had reopened due to the movement.

"Ugh, just fuck it all!"

He gathered the fabric on the bed in his hands and buried his throbbing head in the material. However, right at that moment, a familiar icy sensation flowed through his body, as if trying to calm his nerves. But instead of feeling soothed, Kyle grew even more irritated. He muttered a silent curse and willed for the sensation to stop.

In his current state of mind, he feared he might lock the essence himself.

.....

Hubert quietly walked through the houses made of clay bricks that surrounded him. There were many people with similar blue pupils who greeted him as they wandered the narrow, earthy streets of the village.

A few shops lined the streets, offering leather clothing sourced from the wild goats, which are one of the only normal monsters found in the nearby mountains. They also had meat and accessories crafted from stones, wood, and various ores found in the land. Some children were playing with tree branches, adding a lively touch to the peaceful atmosphere.

But a vein bulged on Hubert's forehead as he paused and glanced back at the old couple following him.

He snapped and waved his hand.

"What now? I gave him treatment. Go, shoo, leave me alone. I am going back to the mountain to rest."

Hazel and Joshua exchanged glances before Joshua spoke up.

"Owner, we just wanted to tell you that you forgot to pass on all the information about this land to the silver-haired human."

Hubert furrowed his brows, feeling slightly confused. Sensing his confusion, Hazel let out a big sigh and raised a finger.

"Aye, you didn't mention that the longer he stays here, the more he will forget about his past. His old memories will start to fade, just like the rest of us. This place lacks the very essence of nature. Only you managed to keep your old memories intact because you have reached the last stage of transcendent rank."