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Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Unable to hide his astonishment, Phillip looked at Logan after hearing his words.

A thief, you say? And even you couldnt catch them, Lord Logan?

Indeed. I couldnt lay a finger on them, nor sense their movements.

Hmm. That person must be at least a high-level Force User, if they can elude you. Its strange for someone like that to resort to thievery.

Phillips impression of Logans realm was simple, having only heard about it in stories.

But for Logan, it wasnt something to accept so lightly.

His senses were amplified several times over during meditation.

Even with his physical abilities and senses elevated by the Force Core, and the concentration brought through meditation, he barely felt a presence.

Thats not just high-level. Its at least top-tier Force User. No, even that doesnt suffice. It wasnt merely a sensation of a high level; it felt like a completely different class. Could it be?

Underestimating an enemy is a problem, just as overestimating can be.

Hence, Logan tried not to jump to premature conclusions, but his intuition was suggesting that this unprecedented guess might be accurate.

A Force User as a thief? Thats nonsense

The ridiculous thought made him snicker involuntarily.

Having obtained the power of Aura, capable of tearing through everything, which set them beyond the limitations of an ordinary Force Useran individual of such caliber could become a noble of a domain in an instant or even earn a title of earldom if they went to the empire.

And yet, such an Aura User resorted to mere thievery.

Phillip too scoffed with an incredulous expression.

Come now, Lord Logan. Dont go too far with such ludicrous talk. Just check if anything is missing, instead.

Not much is missing though.

Not much, you say?

Did we pack the Imporik correctly?

Of course. We were going to sell it to the nobles, so we checked it multiple times Eh? No way?

Two Imporik pills are missing from a box. Its an ambiguous detail thats quite bothersome, but thats all there is.

One would expect the entire box to be stolen.

Just opening the packaging to take only two pills was too bizarre.

Its possible we packed it wrongly, but

It seemed more likely that the thief had taken them out.

But connecting that inference with the previous guess only led to a more bizarre conclusion.

An Aura User stole precisely two aphrodisiacs.

For what purpose?

An Aura User, who reached the pinnacle of Force and harnessed the superior Aura powers, would typically have tremendous physical capabilities, even virility.

Hence, a typical Aura User often had numerous concubines and, in many cases, dozens of children.

But an Aura User needing an aphrodisiac?

No. Imporik isnt just an aphrodisiac. Though its advertised as a miracle elixir that could even heal physical impotence Could it be?

Once again, it was merely intuition, without concrete evidence.

Yet following that shining premonition, Logan spoke to Phillip.

Those records! Were there Aura Users in them?

Eh? Thats confidentialyou have to pay extra. You declined, Lord Logan, saying we didnt need it.

Ah, yes. Then

Didnt you say you knew everything already and it wasnt necessary?

What?

In the capital, theres precisely one Aura User without offspring.

Ah!

Logans memory was of distant recollections.

He hadnt paid attention to the absolute powerhouses since he believed there would be no connection for a while, but now it suddenly came back to him.

There were five Aura Users in the Grandia Kingdom, with only two residing in the capital.

Among them was certainly one such individual.

A typical Aura User with a powerful physique would boast abundant virility, yet there was one without any descendants.

* * * Giggles.

Catch me if you can!

Waaaah! Mommy!

Nurse! He hit me.

Waaaaah.

The frolicking children on the streets were lively.

Watching over them, even from afar, made for a heartwarming scene, but the face of a middle-aged man observing from a mansion window was tinged with bitterness.

Children

A life without regrets. One he could proudly declare.

Most people who knew him would say the same.

The only blemish on his triumphant life was the absence of children.

That was it.

Of course, he never showed that side to anyone.

Having merely one regret in life meant, inversely, how fortunate he was.

He wasnt greedy or insufficiently cultivated to not realize that.

But sometimes, like now, when he caught sight of such bright and lovable children, a pang of longing would jab his heart with the sharpness of a needle.

Despite his efforts to look away, all he could muster was a wry smile.

What are you looking at?

At that moment, a lovely, familiar voice made him hastily turn around.

Oh! My wife. Ha, I was just admiring the scenery outside for a bit. It seems I carelessly left the window open in this chilly breeze. Lets go inside.

He felt ridiculous calling the warm breeze of early summer chilly.

His wifes eyes were already holding the children outside in their gaze.

You, again

The pain that flickered in those large eyes stung his heart even more.

So before she could finish speaking, he hastily took the initiative.

No, I was simply enjoying the external view. Dont worry about it. Come, lets go inside.

The origin of the pain was his own doing; he was bringing it up again and disturbing it.

Hiding his darkened expression, he turned around quickly, but suddenly

Delicate arms wrapped around his chest from behind.

Honey. Im truly happy to have met you. You know that, right?

He momentarily raised his head and stared at the ceiling to suppress the welled-up emotions.

I feel the same

His response was a bit delayed, but it was filled with sincere truth.

Then dont be so pained. Were together, arent we?

It was such a precious sentiment, yet he couldnt face his wife.

He felt tears might fall once more, now that he had aged quite a bit.

So all he did was stroke the soft hands clinging to his chest and glare at the innocent ceiling.

Felix Esperanza.

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