The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 12: EACH LIGHT

Back then, after Alvius had escaped from the gang of the scene in order not to look suspicious and left the man he considered to be one of the seniors alone.

Alvius did not know. All this time, when he decided to leave. Felix and Yohan search everywhere even where they have never been, and think which places 8-year-olds will visit alone.

He had no idea how desperate Felix was to think of the worst possible thing that could happen in this world if he let his son wander in a foreign place.

Felix hesitantly and in a state of not being able to give up could only think of an excuse. The reason for how he explained the situation to his son when he found him.

He was not angry, feeling that he should not have made a mistake was a fact to him.

Then he found Alvius who was running from the opposite direction. She was grateful to find Alvius and hugged him with a feeling of relief.

Yohan was also happy when Alvius finally returned.

But, it really was also an option from Alvius himself.

He said “Sorry, I'm sorry for saying rude.” and he cried. He was very depressed when he thought about the worst possibility of his relationship with his family.

He could not make a mistake that could be fatal to the future he planned.

Felix knew that his son was smarter than him. That'sallthatis.

He did not know that his son was very manipulative and good at acting. However, it can be ascertained if this one he did not do both things, but sincerely felt guilty.

And they went back home.

Felix, Yohan, and also Alvius sat together in the living room. Then Felix told his two sons what had been bothering him.

A woman he loved very much. He is ashamed, if in fact when he arrived here he still can not forget the pain.„

His connections to the Lindon Holy Church and the remains of his wife's memories are here.„

The nobles who knew him and also his wife.„

And lastly, a reality that she should never have wanted to say or tell to her son.

“Your mother, is the daughter of the Viscount Atarasia.” family

The fact that he had married a daughter of a Viscount in this Kingdom. He who has no status, he who is just an ordinary person, falls in love with a brave woman who breaks off with her family in order to be with him.

Yohan was shocked and Alvius was too. They did not expect any noble blood to flow within them. And worse, they can be said to be half noble.

Just by imagining it they know, if this factor is leaked then what will happen next in their lives.

Because Felix was hard to tell this fact, but he did it anyway. He looked sad, chaotic, and his mind was everywhere. In the end he could only destroy everything that had been prepared well.

But, what? When Felix explained it all. Both of his sons said nothing. He then raised his head and looked at them, they smiled at him.

Yohan said “Thank you for telling me everything dad. That must be heavy. Sorry for weighing you down.” and grabbing his father's hand.

Then Alvius, “Dad..” he shook his head and continued with an affectionate expression. “No matter what it is, I only have you and Yohan's sister. It was more than enough.” he also clasped his other father's hand.

Felix couldn't help but burst out this emotion and in the end he shed tears that flowed profusely, very profusely then he spoke with a powerful sob.

“Dad, hiks... Thank you, hiks... You guys are, hiks... What wonderful kids!”

Yohan and Alvius chuckled amusedly at Felix crying like Big-baby.

They finally knew why their mother said that their father was a whiny man.

The problem had been resolved and the misunderstanding between them had been completely fixed.

But not anywhere else...

***

Inside the residence of Duke Charita mansion.

The butler who became the secretary and also served the Duke for decades rushed into the Duke's room and reported something.

“Duke, Young master back.”

Hearing that Duke Charita only reacted small and the disinterested gaze became increasingly cold and gloomy. Then someone entered the room without waiting for permission.

Duke Charita knew who the hooligan was who did not know manners and barged into his study at night.

“Why did you come here? I told you not to go in and out of my house like a dog used to his house.”

He continued his work even without looking more at the front, right at his interlocutor. The sound of a pen rubbing against a piece of paper could be heard in this silence.

The butler felt bad at this direction and he felt awkward seeing these two people always under pressure.

And the person in front of him spoke.

“I won't call you ‘Ayah’ before I actually prove it to you that I'm worth it.”

Still unmoved, Duke continued writing on the paper he was working on, as the document was more important than anything.

How can this child talk like this? The butler was confused there, he knew that this young master had never dared or opposed Duke Charita. And... Whatisit? The aura that was around the young master of his flow was different from usual.

“I found it, ‘The Light’.”

Just by hearing those two words, Duke Charita stopped his hand and his retina was drawn upwards to see the figure in front of him clearly.

The expressionless facial sharpness, the brows that looked extremely arrogant, and the face painting of the person who did not want him to remember were clearly painted on the figure of this child. And again those eyes... Those red eyes were the same as hers, seeing that Duke Charita frowned his brows.

“What did you say?”

“I found it, a light that could light me.”

Duke Charita's eyes were wondering, like. ‘You? Found him?’ and pull his eyebrows up. He knew that it could be nonsense and there was no possibility.

But... Why is this kid's face like that?

Blazing red eyes that should have been extinguished long ago, lips that never smiled. Now looking alive, the child in front of him smiled like a madman.

“Duke, don't worry, I won't bother you. But, one thing. The curse that is inside me does not seem to be a curse, but rather a blessing, otherwise I would not have met the figure of the angel.”

Then he walked along this room and continued his sentence.

“That means, I don't care, that you consider me a child or not. I'm not interested either. The name behind me was just a name that shackled, it was a fact.” he turned his head until it sounded a crack from his neck then grinned horribly.

“Thank you, for not killing me.”

Duke Charita lured his emotions and frowned completely inside. He didn't think it was an insult, but it was his disrespectful treatment that made him rise from his chair.

“Heros De Charita's. You said you found him, who became the light and who can get you out of your situation?”

“... That's right.”

Brak! Duke Charita stomped his desk, even the butler or his secretary to his surprise.

“Don't be crazy!” in this dark room only darkness was allowed in making the tension even stronger. Duke Charita continued with great anger. “Whatever you do! There would be no way to dispel the curse that had existed from generation to generation! Me! And also you!”

Until finally he was breathless losing his breath, so emotional he let out everything in his mind.

This child, a boy named Heros De Charita. Who is also the child saved from the cruelty of discrimination that in fact he is the illegitimate child of this family. Doesn't change the fact that he can also act as he pleases.

Heros raised his shoulders and one of his eyebrows was raised. He did not care about anything that Duke Charita said.

“Who knows. I don't care about this generation of families. But, for my own sake. My curse, did not react when that person's holy magic entered my body.”

The butler as well as Duke Charita were shocked and their retinas were wide-eyed. They knew about what Heros was saying and were definitely just plain joking, it should have been if they had caught his sentence like that. But if Heros himself said it felt like it was true.

Heros is not the type to lie or cheat. His personality is even worse than that, he likes to play with the feelings of people he doesn't like, he's not naive and also thinks a little reactive to gimmicks.

Duke Charita was unable to hold back his tense expression. “It's impossible. No holy magic can enter the body of the Charita family.”.

Then he jolted unconscious like getting an answer inside his head. Heros smiled there and looked disdainful of his interlocutor even though he was his father. He does not consider him father, but rather the master of the house.

Seeing Duke Charita's reaction to him was already enough to please him and make him satisfied. That was indeed his goal and now that it had been achieved he had also left the residence.

Duke Charita sat down limp and sighed as if he had been faced with something that made his mentality fall. Then with a serious look he put his hands together.

The butler next to him was already waiting for the opportunity to speak but in a cautious tone so as not to offend.

“Duke, do I have to find out?”

“No, for what? Even without finding out and just predicting it I can guess it.”

“You mean?”

Duke Charita's eyelids narrowed and became slightly sharp as if there were needles in his eyeballs that glowed reddish.

“It looks like the rumors are true. That, a new Saint had been born. If that was true, then the person the child was flattering was none other than the Saint himself. Because only powerful holy magic alone can suppress the power of the curse of the Charita generation, like the owner of the Church.”

Knowing that fact alone already made it feel heavy when saying it. He didn't say it in a hateful or angry tone, he knew it was useless.

As a Duke who protected this Kingdom from hundreds of decades from the time of his ancestors he knew and understood better what his ancestors did not and could do.

The curse and curse that continued to be his strength. The curse was also a steadily decreasing one on their descendants, but they could not hate the curse that was on their bodies. Then what curse is that?

‘The darkest ground curse’. Which makes all magic especially holy magic and healers can not enter into them and heal their wounds, if they are injured then it should be treated on its own and healing can take a very long time. Instead, they were given the power of darkness. Like black magic.

Duke Charita stuck his back to the back and tilted his head slightly.

“It seems, Heros will be the last generation to have the curse of Charita.”

With a bitter smile she said that, not sad and unhappy.

It was because he knew more of his pain than anyone about this curse.