Chapter 43: Trivial Suspicions
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Chapter 43: Trivial Suspicions
Trivial Suspicions
Blood relations were like a stain, leaving its traces behind no matter the circumstance.
From the blood that coursed through my veins with every heartbeat, from every cell of my body, the notion of kinship clung like a brand. In other words, we also called this resemblance.
The man picking up stones from the potato field resembled me.
Initially, I found similarities in our facial features. The shape of the nose, the curve of the eyebrows, a jawline more delicate than rugged. The orderly alignment of teeth revealed when he sighed.
Next, the brittle black hair. The prominent veins when he sighed, the somewhat pale skin, and fingers with particularly pronounced second joints.
Then what was different?
The yellow eyes with blotchy stains that seemed like it would exude an odor of fat. The gaze that was not filled with hope for the future, but was stuck in the past. Occasional glimpses of annoyance and pain. Wrinkles that marked the passage of time, and
Ill ask you something.
Oh my, is it you, Wizard. Oh, it is someone different this time. Are you here to take them away again? Im not ready yet, though.
There was a gritty texture in his deliberately dragged-out speech, reminiscent of chewing sand. I had felt something similar before; when a senior in school asked me to be a guarantor.
In essence, it meant it was disturbing and unsettling.
I squinted at the back of my fathers head as he bowed low, trying to curry favor. This person did not recognize me.
A baseless urge pricked my mind. This impulse to resent and be angry at this man was an unfamiliar and fresh sensation. It seemed emotions lingered even if memories faded.
I felt my blood run cold for the first time in a long while. A sensation akin to becoming a cold-blooded animal. My chest turned chilly, my head hot.
Lets summarize.
1) I resented my father.
2) He did not recognize me.
3) He has been regularly handing over something to a wizard.
I carefully chose my words. I couldnt afford to be swayed by these unknown emotions, thus becoming angry. I wanted to know everything. My goal was to extract information from my father. It was time to start a RP.
It was part of the basics to adopt the persona others expected of me.
A bowing gesture
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Chapter 43: Trivial Suspicions
Trivial Suspicions
Blood relations were like a stain, leaving its traces behind no matter the circumstance.
From the blood that coursed through my veins with every heartbeat, from every cell of my body, the notion of kinship clung like a brand. In other words, we also called this resemblance.
The man picking up stones from the potato field resembled me.
Initially, I found similarities in our facial features. The shape of the nose, the curve of the eyebrows, a jawline more delicate than rugged. The orderly alignment of teeth revealed when he sighed.
Next, the brittle black hair. The prominent veins when he sighed, the somewhat pale skin, and fingers with particularly pronounced second joints.
Then what was different?
The yellow eyes with blotchy stains that seemed like it would exude an odor of fat. The gaze that was not filled with hope for the future, but was stuck in the past. Occasional glimpses of annoyance and pain. Wrinkles that marked the passage of time, and
Ill ask you something.
Oh my, is it you, Wizard. Oh, it is someone different this time. Are you here to take them away again? Im not ready yet, though.
There was a gritty texture in his deliberately dragged-out speech, reminiscent of chewing sand. I had felt something similar before; when a senior in school asked me to be a guarantor.
In essence, it meant it was disturbing and unsettling.
I squinted at the back of my fathers head as he bowed low, trying to curry favor. This person did not recognize me.
A baseless urge pricked my mind. This impulse to resent and be angry at this man was an unfamiliar and fresh sensation. It seemed emotions lingered even if memories faded.
I felt my blood run cold for the first time in a long while. A sensation akin to becoming a cold-blooded animal. My chest turned chilly, my head hot.
Lets summarize.
1) I resented my father.
2) He did not recognize me.
3) He has been regularly handing over something to a wizard.
I carefully chose my words. I couldnt afford to be swayed by these unknown emotions, thus becoming angry. I wanted to know everything. My goal was to extract information from my father. It was time to start a RP.
It was part of the basics to adopt the persona others expected of me.
A bowing gesture
Chapter 43: Trivial Suspicions Trivial Suspicions Blood relations were like a stain, leaving its traces behind no matter the circumstance.From the blood that coursed through my veins with every heartbeat, from every cell of my body, the notion of kinship clung like a brand. In other words, we also called this resemblance.The man picking up stones from the potato field resembled me.Initially, I found similarities in our facial features. The shape of the nose, the curve of the eyebrows, a jawline more delicate than rugged. The orderly alignment of teeth revealed when he sighed.Next, the brittle black hair. The prominent veins when he sighed, the somewhat pale skin, and fingers with particularly pronounced second joints.Then what was different?The yellow eyes with blotchy stains that seemed like it would exude an odor of fat. The gaze that was not filled with hope for the future, but was stuck in the past. Occasional glimpses of annoyance and pain. Wrinkles that marked the passage of time, andIll ask you something.Oh my, is it you, Wizard. Oh, it is someone different this time. Are you here to take them away again? Im not ready yet, though.There was a gritty texture in his deliberately dragged-out speech, reminiscent of chewing sand. I had felt something similar before; when a senior in school asked me to be a guarantor.In essence, it meant it was disturbing and unsettling.I squinted at the back of my fathers head as he bowed low, trying to curry favor. This person did not recognize me.A baseless urge pricked my mind. This impulse to resent and be angry at this man was an unfamiliar and fresh sensation. It seemed emotions lingered even if memories faded.I felt my blood run cold for the first time in a long while. A sensation akin to becoming a cold-blooded animal. My chest turned chilly, my head hot.Lets summarize. 1 I resented my father. 2 He did not recognize me. 3 He has been regularly handing over something to a wizard.I carefully chose my words. I couldnt afford to be swayed by these unknown emotions, thus becoming angry. I wanted to know everything. My goal was to extract information from my father. It was time to start a RP.It was part of the basics to adopt the persona others expected of me. A bowing gesture
