Chapter 83 Your mother's devourer
Esperanza, can you hear me?" he asked again.
She didn't respond. He reached out and touched her shoulder, but she remained still.
"Esperanza, can you hear me?" he asked again. She didn't respond.
"I didn't see her lips moving," Yuki said. Ezra looked down at her, frowning. "What are you saying?"
"She has turned off her body," Yuki explained. "Her aura is talking to me. She says I have to let you go."
Ezra nodded slowly, the silence finally making sense.
"That's what I was explaining," Ezra said with a nod. Yuki bowed deeply in respect.
Ezra turned and mounted his dragon, signaling the troops to follow.
"But you have to remember this: the greatest danger is within the very walls where you are taking her to be saved," Yuki warned.
Ezra frowned, his gaze flickering toward Raymond once more. "Now this is getting to be too much," Ezra muttered, rolling his eyes even as his pulse quickened.
Raymond stood and offered a stiff bow. "I would speak if I could, My Lord, but I cannot. This is a secret no one knows—and those who do won't let it slip, even with their last breath."
Ezra tightened his jaw. He knew Raymond wouldn't break, but if the servant wouldn't talk, Ezra knew exactly who would: his father.
Behind them, Orion lay unconscious, kept in the shadows on the back of a Wyvern.
As they flew, Ezra kept his eyes on Raymond, who rode the other dragon. He watched him closely, determined to uncover whatever secret Raymond was hiding from him.
"There was another man with him," Ezra stated.
Raymond answered, his voice flustered. "We did not find him anywhere, my King. He was gone by the time we entered."
Ezra looked down at Esperanza, pulling her close to his body as if she might vanish again. "I want him," Ezra commanded. "At any cost. Bring him to his knees."
"As you say, my King," Raymond replied, quickly averting his gaze.
Upon returning to the castle, Ezra carried Esperanza back to his room, keeping her near him once more. But he didn't stay by her side. Instead, he rushed toward his father’s chambers, desperate to uncover the secret that had been hidden within those walls for a hundred years.
Wayne waited nervously for his son. He dreaded Ezra’s temper, which had been boiling over ever since he was separated from the woman he loved.
When Ezra finally walked in, Wayne stood up to welcome him home from his long trip. "My son," Wayne whispered with a smile.
Ezra didn't smile back. He went straight to the point. "What secret have you been hiding all this time?"
Wayne froze, flustered. "I... I don't understand," he stammered. Just then, he saw Raymond walk in behind Ezra.
"What's going on?" Wayne asked. Raymond just nodded, while Ezra looked back at him and glared.
"What are you two doing?" Ezra asked, his face twisted in disgust. "What are you hiding that could put Esperanza in danger?"
Wayne knew the truth had to come out eventually, but Raymond spoke first. "My King, we have found the last Psychic demon."
Wayne let out a sigh of relief.
"He is the only one left," Ezra said, thinking of how Esperanza had risked her own life to save him. "He is precious."
"He is not the only one," Wayne blurted out.
Raymond looked down at the floor. He knew the kingdom’s biggest secret was finally about to be revealed.
"Not the only one? What do you mean?" Ezra asked. His voice was a mix of dark curiosity and pure horror.
His expression turned furious. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
"You tell him, Raymond," Wayne commanded. He couldn't look his son in the eye anymore. He walked across the room and stood by the window, staring out at the kingdom as if searching for an escape.
Raymond stepped forward, his voice low and heavy with the weight of the secret. "My King, I have watched him closely. I’ve seen the raw power he hides and the chaos he is capable of causing. Based on everything I’ve witnessed, there is no doubt in my mind."
He took a deep breath before continuing. "He is the grandson of Homer the most dangerous and deadly of their entire kind. He isn't just a survivor; he carries the pure, ancient blood of the Psychic demons."
Ezra stood there, completely lost. His face twisted into a deep, frustrated frown as he looked from Wayne to Raymond. The names meant nothing to him, and the mystery was starting to make his blood boil.
"Who are they?" Ezra demanded, his voice rising in anger. "What are you talking about? Stop speaking in riddles and tell me the truth!"
He was tired of the whispers and the hidden histories. He needed to know exactly who this person was and why his own father looked so terrified to speak his name.
The air in the room turned cold as Ezra’s patience finally snapped. He took a step toward them, his eyes dark with a brewing storm.
"Who is he? Tell me now!" Ezra commanded, his voice shaking the very walls of the room. He wasn't asking anymore; he was ordering them as their King.
Wayne stood by the window, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had finally crushed him. He closed his eyes and let out a long, shaky breath. The secret he had kept buried for decades was clawing its way out.
Finally, he turned to face his son, his voice barely a whisper but sharp enough to cut through the silence.
"He is the man," Wayne said, his voice trembling, "who devoured your mother."