Chapter 110: Resolve To Face The Past

Seraphina sat alone in the sitting room, her blue eyes fixed on the closed door of Cassian’s bedroom.

​She hadn’t moved for quite some time.

​Ever since her son had retreated into his room, she had been unable to settle her racing thoughts.

She could still vividly remember the look in his eyes when she revealed the truth about her origins, the shock, the disbelief, and most painfully, the instinctive fear that had caused him to retreat from her.

​She had expected questions. Perhaps even righteous anger.

​But she hadn’t expected him to look at her as though she were something he should fear.

​Seraphina lowered her gaze, her fingers tightening against each other.

​’What will happen when he comes out?’

​The question frightened her more than she cared to admit. She had lived for years believing that the life she had built with her family was something she could protect through love and determination.

She had raised Cassian, watched him grow, and cherished every single moment she had been given with him.

​Now, a single secret threatened to undermine everything.

​She didn’t know what her son would think of her after learning the truth. Would he continue to see her as his mother?

Would he begin to question every warm memory they had shared? Or would he eventually look at her and see only the incomprehensible existence she had once been?

​Seraphina closed her eyes tightly.

​"I cannot lose my son," her voice was barely above a quiet whisper. "No matter what happens, I cannot lose him."

​She drew a shaky breath before looking toward the bedroom door once more.

​"Even if I have to kneel before him, I’ll do it. As long as things can return to how they were, as long as I can still be his mother, I’ll gladly kneel."

​There was no hesitation in her words.

​Seraphina loved her family. Whatever she had been before arriving on this planet, whatever dark secrets lay buried beneath her fragmented memories, none of it mattered more to her than the people she had come to love.

​That was precisely why she had kept her origins hidden for so long.

​She had wanted to protect the life she had built. She had wanted to remain the mother who cooked for her son, worried about his future, and occasionally scolded him when he did something foolish. She had wanted to be nothing more complicated than Seraphina Voss.

​A mother. A wife. A grandmother.

​Was that really so much to ask?

​She could have avoided this situation entirely. She could have chosen not to tell Cassian anything, fabricated a plausible story, concealed the few memories she possessed, and pretended that nothing unusual had ever happened to her.

​With her abilities, she could even have erased his memory of their conversation altogether.

​The thought lingered for a second before she dismissed it with a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

’​And then what?’

​She would have secured his affection through cold deception. Every smile, every conversation, every moment of trust would have rested upon a complete lie.

​How could she call herself his mother if she resorted to such methods?

​No. Whatever consequences followed, Cassian deserved the truth. He deserved to know that the woman who had raised him was not entirely what she appeared to be, even if she herself could barely comprehend her own origins.

​Seraphina opened her eyes.

​She could only hope that her son would eventually understand.

​Just then, a faint, imperceptible spatial disturbance rippled through the air.

​Her expression changed instantly.

​The disturbance had originated from inside Cassian’s bedroom.

​Seraphina’s blue eyes narrowed as her senses instinctively extended toward the room, carefully probing the space beyond the closed door while ensuring her presence remained completely undetected.

​Then, she paused.

​Someone else was in the bedroom.

​An elf.

​Seraphina blinked, taken aback. Who is that?

​She hadn’t sensed anyone entering the house, and the spatial disturbance suggested that the newcomer had arrived through some form of direct spatial transportation rather than walking through the front door.

​Her curiosity overcame her worries for a moment, and she directed her perception deeper into the room.

​What she witnessed caused her eyes to widen in genuine disbelief.

​First, there was the shadow elf approaching Cassian with an expression of intense concern. Then came the sudden embrace, the quiet exchange between them, and the blunt confession that left her son staring at the elf in sheer bewilderment.

​Seraphina watched in absolute silence.

​The elf was clearly infatuated with Cassian, that much was obvious from her flushed expression, her body language, and the desperate way she clung to him.

​But what truly caught Seraphina off guard was her son’s response.

​Cassian had initially appeared confused, perhaps even reluctant to accept what was happening. Yet after a brief exchange, he had leaned down and kissed the elf.

​And she had kissed him right back.

​Seraphina stared at the scene for several long seconds.

​Here she was, sitting in the living room, agonizing over the possibility that her son might never look at her the same way again.

She had been contemplating how to repair their relationship, how to convince him that she was still the same mother who had raised him, and whether she would have to humble herself before him to earn his trust again.

​Meanwhile, that same son was making out with a beautiful elf in his bedroom.

​The contrast was so absurd that Seraphina almost wondered whether the universe was deliberately mocking her distress.

​Then, a quiet chuckle escaped her lips.

​"I guess he is still a womanizer," she murmured, shaking her head as quiet amusement briefly replaced her lingering anxiety.

​It wasn’t as though she could blame him entirely. Cassian had always possessed a certain natural charm, even when he was younger. And judging by the elf’s reaction, his appeal had hardly diminished.

​Still, she hadn’t expected him to move on quite so quickly after their heavy conversation.

​’Perhaps I should be relieved.’

​At the very least, he wasn’t sitting alone in his room, consumed by fear and suspicion.

He was capable of finding comfort in someone else’s company, which meant there was still a strong chance for him to recover from the shock.

​And perhaps that meant there was still hope for them as a family.

​Seraphina let her perception withdraw gently from the bedroom.

​Whatever was happening between Cassian and the elf was his private business.

She had no intention of intruding upon her son’s intimate affairs, especially when he was already struggling to process what she had revealed.

​She had given him the truth. Now, she would give him time.

​Her gaze shifted toward the celestial altar standing quietly across the room.

​The amusement faded from her face as she studied it, her expression gradually growing more solemn.

​There were still too many unanswered questions about her past, questions she had spent years actively avoiding, questions she had never possessed the means to investigate properly.

​Now, with Cassian aware of the little she remembered, she could no longer pretend that her origins were irrelevant.

​Seraphina rose from her seat and approached the altar, her footsteps light against the floor.

​If she wanted to protect her family, she would need to understand what she truly was. And if understanding meant confronting the very memories she had spent years trying to forget, then so be it.

​She would face them.

​For her son. For her granddaughter. For her family.

​She had already lost her old existence once; she would not allow it to take away the life she had built in its place.