The Professor's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what his mom said. If possible he wanted to erase those words out of mind right now and then.
"Stop speaking ill of grandfather just because you didn't like him. At least leave his soul in peace after he has died. Don't disrespect a dead man." The Professor said in a low tone, suppressing his anger as he didn't want to shout at his mother in front of all.
"Who killed your father?" Lady Amyra asked directly.
"It was the Grey Death group who killed my father. And that was why each and every member of that group was ferociously hunted down and killed by grandpa himself." The professor said matter of factly.
"And why had they suddenly decided to kill your father?" Lady Amyra asked, her expression saying no-more-nonsense.
"To ascend his throne of course. Father was the strongest man in the Imperial nation. They wanted to rule our Imperial nation by replacing my father." The Professor said, his blood boiling at the slightest mention of those dead names.
"Then why did they do that? Instead of ascending the throne and ruling, why were they missing and went into hiding?" Lady Amyra asked.
"Because they didn't know the power we had. How strong grandpa was!" The Professor said.
"Were they unaware of that fact? Were the Grey Death group, one of the finest mercenaries, plan so childishly to assassinate a ruler and then regret it by hiding? Are you serious, Aithan?" Lady Amyra said, mockery filled in her tone.
"What do you mean? Just say it out loud and clear." The professor said, tired of this unnecessary question answer session.
"Your grandpa killed your father." Lady Amyra said, her statement resonating in a loop in the Professor's mind.
"Stop speaking ill of grandpa just because you didn't like him." He said in a restrained voice, as if trying his best to not lash out on his mother.
"Your father had a different thought on ruling the nation than your grandpa. And especially after marrying me, he changed the previous systems completely.
Your grandpa wanted a tough ruler whom everyone would respect out of fear of being killed.
But your father instead chose kindness for the same. Your grandpa wanted to expand our nation by attacking others. But your father was happy with whatever nation and people he had and wanted to avoid violence as much as possible.
Day by day your grandpa was becoming disappointed of your father and his methods. He had completely given up on meddling in the national affairs when you were born. And he suddenly had his ray of hope.
But soon after he started watching about how we were teaching you to be kind and grateful just like your father, destroying all his plans about his so-called dictatorship-like rule.
Hence he tried to first get closer to you. After that he started warning us to revert back to the previous system. But your father was hellbent on not changing the rules again.
Day by day your grandpa was growing insane with his desire for a powerful ruler until he planned his own son's murder. Your father-" Lady Amyra was still speaking when finally the Professor couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop lying!! Grandpa cared about me so much. How can he kill his own son? You left me behind but he gave me shelter and taught me everything. You have no right to speak about grandpa this way!!" He roared at Lady Amyra, not wanting to listen to any other false word about his own grandparent.
"Watch this yourself." Lady Amyra gave up explaining and directly came out with the proof.
She took out her phone screen which was now playing a video. The background seemed like that of some royal corridor and the Professor would never get this wrong as this was the corridor in front of his parents room.
He could spot a person trying to hide behind pillars but his face was all covered except his eyes.
"Can you recognize that person?" Lady Amyra asked, knowing the professor would never be wrong about them.
"It's grandpa." The Professor said in a low tone, not giving out much emotion.
Suddenly a young lady, none other than Lady Amyra was seen coming out of the room. Grandpa has perfectly hidden himself by then.
Once she was gone in the next room, grandpa looked everywhere cautiously, his back and front before confirming that no one was present in the corridor.
With that he started taking slow steps towards their room when he jerked and looked towards the back, his position still in hiding.
At this moment, Lady Amyra was seen returning to the bedroom, without grandpa knowing it. He simply resumed walking ahead with caution, unaware that Lady Amyra had returned to the room.
Once he reached the door, he once again confirmed that no one was inside, before moving in. It took him hardly two minutes to walk out, a golden covered with blood still in his hands as he cautiously walked farther away, cleaning the blade with his black clothes.
The video stopped there along with the Professor's movement. It was as if he had turned into a statue, except for his breathing which showed signs of life.
"What exactly happened inside?" The Professor asked in a low but cold voice.
"After I went in the room, your father was taking his nap as usual. So I decided to change the flowers on our side table. I took the old flowers and went to the balcony, keeping them aside while plucking new flowers from the plants in the balcony.
I heard some faint noise at first but ignored it. But I once again heard a rumbling noise and carefully looked inside.
Your grandpa had placed a pillow on your father's face who was struggling beneath. That's when I spotted blood stains from his chest and before I could move, your grandpa stabbed him one last time before your father stopped moving completely." Lady Amyra paused, making sure that Aithan was listening.
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