Chapter 367
Tuesday, December 12th, 2045
Arya Camp, Rosario Valley, Magic City
The dawn approached. The rays of the sun were minutes away from lighting up the sky, and all the Sahdow Guards of the Heir of the Arya Family were stationed outside the main tent.
A certain young man was standing with them as well. He was tall, ridiculously handsome, and he stood there, staring at the sky very thoughtfully.
None of the Guards dared to disturb his thoughts, and strangely enough, his presence did not weigh on their hearts.
A few minutes later, they all heard some movement inside the tent, and joyful smiles crept on their faces as they realised that their Young Master was up. And since he was up a few hours earlier than what he intended to spend in his retreat, it only meant that he had succeeded in his goal.
"Congratulations, Samrath!" Old Vidya greeted him first as he stepped out of the tent, and Samrath politely nodded to her before approaching the young man, who was still staring at the sky.
"You are very talented." He heard the man in the black suit say, and Samrath smiled before he respectfully bowed to him.
"Thank you, Dr. Keith." He politely replied and then straightened his back.
There was a minute of silence between them, and Samrath became a little restless as certain questions kept running through his mind.
"Your lover, Samantha..." Keith finally spoke, and Samrath perked his ears at his words. "It was hard to investigate the events of the night she died since you had already killed the people responsible for it. But your hunch was right. There was indeed someone else there that night, and they probably had a hand in her death."
"Who?" Samrath clenched his fist as his heart started racing erratically.
"It was a person in black clothes." Keith finally took his eyes off the sky and then pressed a button on his watch before he drew his hand forward.
They all watched as a holographic projection started playing on it, and they saw a person covered in black suddenly jump onto the street, which they recognised was close to the place where Samantha died.
There was a date and time at the bottom of the screen, and it was surveillance footage, which had been slowed down and sharpened to make it clearer.
Despite this, the figure was still very blurred, and when the video was played in real-time, they realised that the person was nothing more than a passing Shadow.
It was hard to distinguish if it was a man or a woman, but it was evident that the person was very fast and likely a very strong individual.
Another footage was played which was similar to the last one and the person had jumped onto another street, and they all concentrated their eyes as they saw it was only a couple of seconds later than the previous footage.
"Whoever it was, they were very discrete, and this is all that we managed to gather," Keith said. "Clearly an Auror or maybe even an Esper. If it is an Auror, they are likely to be near the peak of Spirit Profound Realm or even in Primal Desolation."
The Shadow Guards nodded their heads as they realised that the person was even faster than them.
Keith turned to look at Samrath and found the boy keeping his head lowered, his body shaking in anger.
"As for Sunaina."
The boy immediately shot up his head and expectantly looked at him.
"She disappeared from her room the night the Ozell entourage left to attend the Trials. Her mother was the first person to discover that she was missing, and she arrived in the room only a few minutes after her disappearance."
They all frowned at how he managed to learn the information, and then he took out a few pieces of paper from inside his coat and handed it to Samrath.
"She wrote these pieces of prose and the one on the top was her last. The ink was still fresh when her mother entered her room and read it."
Silence reigned between them for the next few minutes as Keith gave the Child of Destiny the time to read the pieces of prose that Sunaina had left for him.
Tears trickled down the eyes of the Heir of Arya, and then he swayed a little on his feet but was supported by Old Vidya just in time.
"I questioned her mother, and I can confidently tell you that she was not behind her daughter's disappearance." He lightly said, and Samrath nodded his head to him. "There were no signs of struggle in the room and no signs of someone entering the compound where she stayed. She likely escaped when she found an opportunity, and..." He decided to not say anything more as more tears leaked out of Samrath's eyes.
"Thank you, Dr. Keith." The boy managed to say after he calmed down a little, and Keith just nodded to him.
"Sooner or later, the truth comes to light." He said.
"Does it matter? I have lost them..." Samrath ruefully said and frowned a little when he watched Keith smile.
"Leave us." He turned to the Shadow Guards of Samrath, who left after their Young Master nodded.
Samrath waited for Keith to say what he had to say, and the words he heard shocked her to the core.
"There is still a chance you will meet them again."
"What? How?" He blurted the questions and watched Keith smile some more.
"You are a righteous person, Samrath. And goods deeds don't go to waste." He said as he turned around and looked up at the sky. "Mortals are different than the Immortals and the Gods. Perhaps luckier as well."
"How?" He was confused, but soon received his answer.
"When an Immortal or a God dies, they can not reincarnate. But Mortals do." Keith told him. "And people like you, who have gathered abundant good karma and are inherently good, do get another chance at life."
He let the boy process his words and then continued.
"The Cycle of Life is like that. And those Mortals meant for each other, find their way to each other in one life or another."
"So I have to die?" He frowned.
"Not necessarily. You can just live and wait for them to be born again."
"How will I find them?"
"If you are meant for each other, you will find them or they will find you." He shrugged. "Life works in mysterious ways."
He looked at the boy again and found him lost in his thoughts.
"So, are you confident that you were meant for each other?" He asked, and the Child of Destiny unhesitantly nodded his head.
"I am sure."
"Don't lose hope then."
"Will they remember me?" He expectantly asked, looking into his eyes searchingly.
"No." He shook his head. "But they will find you familiar and feel safe with you. And there are certain ways one can learn about their past lives. It's difficult but possible. However, for that to happen, you will have to become very powerful." He smiled. "It could even take an eternity."
Samrath felt a little low as he heard those words, but then his resolve became stronger.
"You should know that remembering your past lives will likely not be pleasant. And even if the chance comes, the people who can remember their past lives, choose not to do it. There is wisdom behind it, and if you ponder over it, you will get the answer as to why they choose to not do it."
"I understand."
He was a smart man, and he knew what sort of effects it could have on one's personality. Even their relationships could be jeopardised, and it could lead a man astray from the right path.
There was a reason why people said that it was better to let go of the things that can never return.
Keith smiled in his heart as he watched the Fate Value of the Child of Destiny rise slightly.
"Do you like the dagger?" He suddenly asked, and Samrath broke out of his thoughts and immediately bowed to him again.
"Thank you, Dr. Keith. If a day comes that I can ever repay these debts, I promise I won't hesitate."
"I know you won't. Don't worry about it." He waved his hand. "Just be careful in the Trials. The boy you fought against is not simple." He advised, and Samrath already knew that he had to stay wary of the boy named Yexuan.
"How strong is he?"
"He's in the Early Stages of Spirit Profound Realm."
"What?" Samrath surprisedly looked and him, and frowned when he watched him nod.
"Yes."
"How is he so strong then?" He frowned some more.
"Maybe because he is not exactly human?" He chuckled, leaving the boy baffled at his words. "I will see you at the Trials."
Samrath bowed to Keith as he watched the God of Darkness leave, and in his heart, he was eternally grateful to the man for everything.
When his Shadow Guards returned to his side, they were pleasantly surprised that their Young Master was in a lot better mood, and his eyes were not vacant as before.
"Samrath."
"I am fine, Aunt Vidya." He smiled at the old man. "Will you cook me something nice?"
"Of course!" The old woman smiled at him, immensely relieved in her heart, and grateful to Keith for whatever he told Samrath to make him come out of his gloom.
Unbeknownst to them, plans much bigger than they could fathom were in play. They were just Pawns on the chessboard that had long been set, and they were the pieces meant to fall.
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