Family Reunion again

Arthur, the strongest hero of Polimec country, was a commanding figure. His attire was a reflection of his prowess as both a fighter and a mage.

He wore a suit of intricately crafted armor made of polished steel. The chestplate was emblazoned with the emblem of Polimec, a roaring lion signifying his status as the kingdom's protector. His helmet, adorned with a majestic plume, concealed most of his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible.

Underneath his armor, Arthur wore a dark tunic and trousers, allowing for ease of movement in battle. Sturdy leather boots covered his feet, each step resonating with authority. A crimson cape billowed behind him, symbolizing his heroic deeds and lending him an air of regal confidence.

Around his waist, he sported a belt that held a variety of pouches and scabbards. These contained the tools of both his martial and magical trades, from enchanted daggers to spell scrolls. His weapon of choice, a gleaming broadsword with a hilt adorned in royal blue, hung at his side.

Arthur's abilities were multifaceted. As a fighter, he possessed unmatched skill with a blade, capable of executing precise strikes and powerful swings. His combat style was a dazzling blend of martial finesse and raw strength.

In his room, there were signs of both his martial and magical pursuits. The walls were adorned with various weapons, including swords, spears, and bows, each meticulously maintained. Shelves held scrolls, grimoires, and magical artifacts, showcasing his proficiency in wielding both sword and spell.

A large, well-worn training area occupied one side of the room, where Arthur honed his combat skills. On the other side, a desk covered in parchment and quills bore evidence of his dedication to studying and mastering the arcane arts.

Despite his human origins, Arthur's room was a reflection of his exceptional abilities as both a warrior and a mage. It was a space where he prepared himself for battles, both on the battlefield and in the realm of magic.

Arthur's room was filled with the echoes of his thoughts when a knock suddenly resounded at the door.

"May I come in?" a voice requested. It was Diaz, Arthur's son, who had once been declared dead and lost but had now miraculously reappeared.

Arthur's heart swelled with mixed emotions. He had blamed himself for Diaz's disappearance and felt like he had failed as a father. But now, with Diaz's return, but as a shameless dad, he was determined to make up for lost time.

"You may come in," Arthur replied, his voice tinged with emotion.

As the door opened, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and envy. His son was a stunning young man, a true testament to his own charm and the beauty of Celestina, Diaz's mother. Arthur is a handsome man and he declared so shamelessly as the most handsome man in the kingdom, even a dragon princess fall for him, but when his son born, for the first time arthur confused about himself, he become inferior to his son handsomeness,

Diaz possessed a face that could easily be described as the epitome of ethereal beauty. His striking features were a captivating blend of his parents' best qualities. The most notable feature was his hair, a brilliant shade of cerulean blue that cascaded down in soft waves, framing his face like a work of art.

His eyes, a mesmerizing hue of deep sapphire, held an otherworldly depth that seemed to draw people in. They sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mischief, always keeping those around him on their toes. Diaz's lashes were long and dark, casting graceful shadows upon his cheeks.

His nose was sculpted delicately, fitting in harmoniously with the rest of his features. Diaz's lips were plush and inviting, often adorned with a mischievous smirk that added to his magnetic charm.

His complexion was flawless, like porcelain, with a faint flush of color that heightened his allure. Diaz had a slender, graceful neck that added to his overall elegance. His frame was lean yet athletic, hinting at a strength that lay beneath the surface.

Diaz's handsomeness was undeniable, and it was no wonder that he had inherited his mother charm. His presence was enchanting, capable of captivating the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to lay eyes upon him.

Arthur beamed with pride without a shame at the sight of his son. "As expected of my son," he remarked.

However, Diaz's joy was tinged with concern as he noticed the state of his father. Arthur's face bore the marks of recent turmoil, as if he had been through a harsh battle.

Diaz could sense the pain in his father's words and decided to broach the topic carefully. "What happened, Dad? You look like you've been through a lot."

As Diaz questioned his father about the visible signs of distress on Arthur's face, his father's eyes filled with a complex mixture of emotions. It was clear that Diaz's return had stirred up memories and feelings that had long remained buried.

"Ask your mother," Arthur replied with a bitter smile. His voice carried the weight of years of silent suffering. Since Diaz's disappearance, his relationship with Celestina had soured significantly. The once-loving couple had grown distant, and Celestina's frustration had often manifested in anger directed at Arthur.

Arthur sighed, a heavy and wearied sound. "It's a long story, Diaz. One that I thought would remain locked in the past. But perhaps it's time for you to know."

As father and son settled into a more intimate conversation, Arthur began recounting the difficult days following Diaz's disappearance. Celestina's grief had transformed into anger and despair, and she had lashed out at Arthur, blaming him for their son's absence.

Their conversations turned into heated arguments, and on several occasions, Celestina's fury had taken a physical form, leaving Arthur battered and bruised. Despite the pain, he had endured it all, not out of weakness but out of love and guilt for what had happened to Diaz.

"Dad," Diaz said softly, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of emotions within him, "I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that because of me."

Arthur reached out and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "It's not your fault, Diaz. None of this was your doing. Your bad mother and I... we both struggled with your absence in our own ways."

"No, I mean are you my dad, talking so philosopicaly"

"No, the right question is 'Are you my son?, you need to talk good about me in front of your mother okey?"

"Okey dad, I promises", Diaz smirk, how come I, an underworld boss do that, I will torture you mentally, your shamless old hag. Just you wait until I bring so many wives into the house.

"Diaz why you smile so evilly all of sudden? It may be celestina bad influence for doting you more than me, I wonder who is her sweetheart? You or me."

As father and son continued their heartfelt conversation, the wounds of the past began to heal, and an understanding between them grew stronger. Diaz realized that his return had brought a chance for his family to mend the broken bonds that had torn them apart.

As the conversation between Arthur and Diaz continued, a sudden interruption from outside the window sent a shiver down Arthur's spine. He slowly turned his gaze towards the source of the voice, and his expression shifted from surprise to unease.

It was Celestina, his wife, and Elsa, their daughter. Celestina was a breathtaking beauty, her regal presence commanding attention wherever she went. Elsa, their daughter, inherited her mother's captivating allure and was a striking beauty in her own right. She stood beside Celestina, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance.

"What are you talking about?" Celestina inquired, her piercing gaze directed at her husband. She had an uncanny ability to sense when something was amiss.

Arthur coughed, attempting to divert the conversation. "Oh, just reminiscing about Diaz's adventures," he replied, hoping to steer clear of the topic he and Diaz had been discussing.

Elsa, however, wasn't one to let things slide. With a frown on her face, she stared at Diaz, her eyes conveying a sense of knowing that unnerved him.

"Mom, Dad is lying. He was talking poorly about you," Elsa chimed in, her voice resolute.

Arthur was taken aback. He hadn't sensed Elsa's presence until she revealed herself. He wondered how she had overheard their conversation. He exchanged a quick, incredulous glance with Diaz.

Celestina's gaze intensified as she turned to Diaz. "Is that true?" she asked calmly.

Both of them answer together

Diaz: "Yes"

Arthur: "No"

Arthur's shock was palpable. He couldn't believe his son had betrayed him so casually. 'You wait my son until I beat the shit out of you, I felt like in the past few day I've being Scolded by someone, is it my son?,Dammit'

His face flushed with embarrassment as he stammered, "No, that's not—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Celestina cut him off with a raised eyebrow. "Arthur, dear, it's never a good idea to lie, especially when I'm around."

Diaz smirked triumphantly at her father's discomfiture, relishing the moment of exposing his dishonesty.

The family reunion had indeed begun, and Arthur found himself at the center of a storm, the likes of which he hadn't anticipated. As the conversation continued, it became apparent that his attempts to deflect attention away from the topic had failed spectacularly.