Father

After some time I came out of the water because I realized something weird.

"How am I analyzing this situation with a calm mind while the whole thing is already unnatural?" I question myself.

If I am looking at it again, the way I just accepted all of this without panicking right after I arrived in this world is quite weird....

Normally, people would panic if they suddenly found themselves in a different environment; nevertheless, I just complained slightly before accepting everything as if it were a normal day event.

'Maybe because of that [Mental resistance]?' This is the only thing I can think of because, in the soul book, it was said that [Mental resistance] can make one's mind stronger.

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Then I towel-dried his body and gathered my long hair into an untidy knot because I don't know how to fix long hair.

While leaving the washroom, my eyes coincidentally fell on the side mirror, and my jaw dropped.....one word came out of my mouth unconsciously...

"Beautiful...."

In the mirror stands a person with a face that could rival most of the beautiful girls that I had seen in my previous life; eyes, a captivating fusion of purple and violet, shimmered like precious gems, drawing me into their mystical depths, perfectly well-shaped face; a delicate nose; red-tinted lips; dark purpled colored hair in a messy bun; and with that skinny, petite, tall figure, that person is radiating a charm that could captivate both men and women.

The thing that most mesmerized me was that person's eyes; I felt as though I was being absorbed by their otherworldly brilliance with every second I spent staring at them.

Overall, a beautiful woman is in front of me.

I got flustered and tried to look away, but I noticed that the beautiful woman was doing the same thing I was doing... and I became confused...

Then I turned my face to the right, and the same thing happened; the beautiful women did the same movement.

Then, left...

Up....

down.....

And the result was the same: no matter what I do, the person in front of me does the same thing.....

Then I realized...

"This is the real face of Vaelen Hart, ha....." I muttered in a hushed tone, started to stroke my face..

In the novel he always radiated a creepy vibe whenever he appeared to cause trouble for Liza and the main protagonist because of jealousy...

And he became their love cupid..... When Vaelen does something, it always backfires, and Liza and the protagonist become closer... It's like his whole existence was to make the heroine and the protagonist become closer.....

Because of his creepy character setting there was only one illustration of him where he was biting his nails in frustration with hair covering his face and unlike the main characters, there were no explanation how Vaelens face looks like...so nobody knows Vaelens real face...

But.....

"Its a bit too feminine for a man" I grumbled....

His slender body is making him look more like a women than a man that even I was mesmerized by it for a moment.....which is quite disgusting in its own right.....

"I should build some muscles" I mumbled because looking like a women while being a man is... quite frustrating.....

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After that I walked out of the washroom and started climbing the stairs.....but the sound of door opening make me look back and I saw a man entering the house in a unsteady movement while cursing" damn...that....fucker.....how could...he just...kick me ....out....of...the casino.....just because...I was.....talking in...a slightly.....loud.....tone!"

The way he is finding it hard to talk normally and that unsteady way of walking indicate that he is drunk at this moment.....

The man has the same color hair as Vaelen but his once handsome face has lost all of its glory....Hollowed cheeks, sunken eyes and the aura of a man who has fallen to the bottom...all can be seen in him.....

While the man was entering the house his eyes meet with mine....

"Father" I said in a low tone

Yes, this is the father of Vaelen,'Jack Hart'.

A man Vaelen looked up to from his childhood, but.......all of that sweet memory has turn into a trauma for him when Vaelen turned six....

While I was looking at Vaelens father, he suddenly said in an irritated tone....

"WHAT!! do...you fucker....have...anything....you...got...to...say!!?"

.....the way he is looking at me is not a way one should look at his son... even If I don't know what fatherly love is....at least I know a father will not look at his son like that...

Then I remembered something from Vaelens memory and quickly answered him.....

"No, Father"

"Then,....get the...fuck...out...of my face!!!!!" Vaelens father entered his room and locked the door loudly after saying that... while I was still standing there...

I don't know why but every time I tried to remember any memories of Vaelens father....my heart clenched....the memory of a small child crying alone in a dark room with nobody by his side....the memory of him begging for affection....the memory of him praying to god to bring back his gentle father...the memory of his mother leaving him all alone when he needed her the most...

All of these are bringing back some memories for me......memories I thought I had forgotten. Memories that had become my worst trauma and haunted me for life.....

"Its looks like real Vaelen's memories are effecting my emotions." muttering this, I hurriedly went back to my room and locked my door because I was not feeling well with all of these emotions.