Chapter 191: We Will Eventually Depart

Chapter 191: We Will Eventually Depart

Time flew by once we settled down.

The leaves in the courtyard turned from green to yellow, year after year, and the servants in the mansion were entirely replaced. There were no familiar faces left, and the butler, Charles, had aged visibly.

It wasn't until Amir's child was born, the cries of the newborn echoing through the entire mansion, and Trella's thirtieth birthday was approaching, that Luk realized another five years had passed.

After that evening under the moon, Amir had matured a great deal. He relaxed only in front of Luk, but to the outside world, he was a reliable head of the Campbell family.

Lady Rhoein had left a will when she passed away. Perhaps out of guilt or love, she bequeathed half of the Campbell family's assets to Luk, treating him the same as Amir.

However, Luk didn't care about these things and eventually returned them to Amir.

Over the years, the number of magical spells Luk had developed was astonishing. With the land and titles granted by the city lord, he could easily create a noble family even more powerful than the Campbells if he wished.

With the threat of the demons gone, Luk's magical research inevitably slowed down, and he was more than happy to spend more time with Trella.

The fully matured noble lady remained as infatuated with her husband as ever, and her desires were even stronger than when she was young. Fortunately, the elf's physique was robust, and her body was frozen at its most vigorous age.

Flelian was quite calm about her student's immersion in family life. After stopping her lessons and slacking off for a few years, she found Luk one day to bid farewell.

"I have something I need to figure out, so I'm off."

Leaving her address for future contact, Flelian left with the box that had once contained the reward for the flying spell, walking away with a carefree air.

"If you have anything important to say, you can wait for me at that address. I should be back within a century or two."

Luk could only think that the address for easy contact was anything but convenient.

Two years ago, Amir, growing increasingly tired of political and diplomatic affairs, started attending matchmaking events to find a wife who could handle the household chores.

Despite his age, he was still handsome, well-built, and a hero from the final battle five years ago. His conditions were excellent, and unlike other noble heirs, he was already the head of the family. Marrying him meant becoming the lady in charge of the family's finances, which many found very appealing.

Initially, Luk, acting as a father and brother, joined the matchmaking events to help him evaluate the candidates.

However, things didn't go as planned. The girls' attention was entirely on Luk, and after a few events, Amir didn't find a wife, but Luk's shirt buttons were almost torn off by the crowd.

Amir almost suspected that Luk was just trying to show off.

The childhood crush, Mia, crawling into his brother's bed naked had always been a thorn in his side. He never thought that after so many years, history would repeat itself.

After much consideration, Amir told Trella about Luk's attendance at the matchmaking events.

Although Trella didn't say anything on the surface, she even scolded Amir for tattling on his brother, but for a long time afterward, she kept Luk locked in the room to enjoy their private time together.

Without this distraction, Amir finally found happiness and married Sally, a gentle and quiet noble lady. They had a big, healthy baby boy the following year.

"Let's name him Andre, Andre Campbell."

Amir, a new father, gently touched the baby's face, only to make the infant cry loudly, scaring him into panic.

"Damn it, how do you calm this little brat down? Luk, Luk! Come help me!"

"Give him to me!"

Sally was very unhappy with her husband's habit of calling for his brother whenever something went wrong, as if a child hiding behind their father when scared.

Especially since her husband was already thirty-eight, almost forty, a middle-aged man, while his handsome brother looked like he was in his twenties, making her feel inferior.

When Amir's son was born, Luk, who rarely showed interest in such things, brought Trella to see the baby.

For some reason, perhaps the scent of the elf, the baby, who had been calm in his mother's arms, started to struggle, reaching out with chubby little hands toward the elf.

Sally was exhausted and couldn't understand why both father and son were so close to Luk.

Before her marriage, she had even suspected that her husband might have some unclear relationship with the elf, but after marriage, her husband proved his normal sexual orientation.

"That's so cute," Trella cooed, walking over to play with the baby. Luk noticed the envy and fleeting sadness in her eyes.

Back in the room, Luk hesitated for a moment before apologizing to Trella.

"I'm sorry, elves and humans can't have children."

Trella turned around, pulled Luk's face, which had remained unchanged for ten years, and kissed him fiercely.

Although her body was fully mature, Trella's mindset was always positive, lively, direct, and cunning, just like when she was young.

"What's so great about having children? Sally was miserable when she was pregnant," Trella said with a nonchalant smile.

"Besides, I've heard that many women's figures change after childbirth. If I got ugly after having a baby, wouldn't you go looking for other women?"

"Don't joke like that."

Luk gently tapped Trella's forehead. "Do you know what the flower language of the Mirror Lotus is?"

Trela pressed her ear against Luk's chest, feeling the strong heartbeat. She nodded, "I know, eternal love."

"Good to hear."

Trela smiled, "But is it really true? Will you still love me ten years from now?"

"Yes."

"Twenty years?"

"Yes."

"Thirty years?"

Luk replied with a hint of exasperation, "Yes, no more questions. The answer will always be yes. Can we move on?"

Trela pouted, her eyes showing a hint of hurt, "You get impatient after just a couple of questions. How am I supposed to believe you?"

"How do you want me to prove it?"

Trela licked her lips, slowly unfastening Luk's belt and slipping her hand into his loose trousers, her voice taking on a seductive tone.

"About your claim that elves and humans can't have children, I think we need more data. We should conduct more experiments."

Luk thought for a moment and replied earnestly, "I think you can express your love in a different way."

"That sounds as ridiculous as telling a poor person to stop liking money," Trela retorted.

...

The baby's cries were incredibly loud. After months of enduring the noise, Luk, who was preparing to celebrate Trela's thirtieth birthday, was informed of the gift she had in mind.

"Leave the manor and travel the world?"

Luk put down his magic book, surprised, "Why the sudden change of heart?"

Trela pointed to the dark circles under her eyes, her voice weary, "Anri is too loud. If this continues, I'll go insane. One of us has to leave this manor."

"Besides, I haven't been outside in a long time. The world is vast, and we should explore it!"

"Alright."

Luk didn't hesitate and nodded, starting to plan their journey.

The next day, Luk bid farewell to Amir.

Amir, equally weary, looked at them apologetically, "I'm sorry, Anri is indeed very loud. You can go out and explore, and come back when he's older. Things will get better."

"No need. After we've traveled the world, we'll move back to our own estate. You have your own family now, and it wouldn't be right for Trela and me to stay here indefinitely."

Luk shook his head, explaining his plans.

It's well-known that living with your son's family can lead to friction, especially with the daughter-in-law. Luk always felt that Amir's wife, Sarah, looked at him with a wary eye, as if she was concerned about property disputes.

"Ah?"

Amir tried to persuade them to stay, "You really have to move out?"

"Don't always rely on me. You're almost forty."

Luk spoke with the same earnestness his father used to, "Do you think I can be with you forever?"

Amir looked at Luk's fair face, feeling a mix of emotions, "You can be with me for a lifetime, and even with my son, my grandson, and my great-grandson..."

Amir's words trailed off under Luk's expressionless gaze, ending in a sigh.

"You can always come back. The Campbell manor will always be your home. If you really can't stand Anri's cries, I can make him leave."

Luk turned to leave, touching his chest with a strange expression.

Amir had actually said he would make his son leave for him.

Luk had to admit, he was touched by the gesture.

The servants greeted him as usual, and Luk nodded in return, aware that he might not see them again.

His gaze swept over the place, committing it to memory as he prepared to leave.

He looked at the grand hall where Lani had brought him into the manor, where Lady Roan used to spend her time, and where he and Trela first met.

He looked at the corridor with his portrait, painted by an artist when he first appeared in magic textbooks, hung by Lady Roan and Trela. It had been over a decade.

He looked at the guest room where he had lived for thirty-two years, once simple and ordinary, then decorated by Trela, and later made even more luxurious after their marriage.

He looked at the study where he learned from Fyllian, where he developed his flying magic and where Fyllian often read magic books and relaxed.

He looked at the training room where he practiced magic and swordsmanship, the place where he spent the most time in the beginning, building his initial strength.

Stepping out of the manor, Trela waved at him in the sunlight, her golden hair gleaming.

"Finally, Amir is always so clingy to you."

"It's not Amir, it's this place that's clingy to me."

Luk took the suitcase from Trela's hand and gave the manor one last look.

Since being brought here by Lani, he had spent almost all his thirty-two years in this place.

And now, he was leaving.

Luk had a premonition that after leaving this place, time would pass very, very quickly.

(End of Chapter)

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