Chapter 6: Heading Back Home

  After returning home and saying their goodbyes the next day—goodbyes that were considered weird at best by everyone around them—D finally spoke.

  “We’re finally going back home. Darling, here are our tickets, hold them please.” D handed the tickets to Aneila.

  “D… I think you made a mistake. There are only two tickets here.” Aneila looked confused.

  “Nope,” D replied casually.

  “Then what about the kids?”

  “Oh, they’ll be coming with us on the plane.”

  D then took out a folded piece of paper.

  “Here you two—this is a map. I’ve marked the worst possible route to India just for you.”

  His expression turned frighteningly vicious.

  “This is your punishment for that unnecessary attention you two brought to us. If you’ve forgotten your training, consider this a refresher. I’ve also marked the rendezvous point.

  The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  Now off you go—and very important: no powers and no killing. If you dare do otherwise…”

  That wicked smile on his face said enough.

  All the twins could do was gulp, and the moment D said “go,” they sprinted away.

  “Come on, darling, don’t worry about them. I’ve trained them well,” D said, gently pulling Aneila along.

  “Are you sure this is okay?” she asked, still worried.

  “Yes. As I said, I trained them thoroughly in the art of survival.”

  He looked confident… maybe a bit too confident.

  “So tell me, when did they first show signs of having powers?” Aneila asked.

  D hesitated. “Three.”

  “Three what? Three days? Three months? Three years?” she questioned.

  “…Three days,” D said quietly.

  “Three days means what?”

  “Since they were three days old,” he replied, full of fear and hesitation.

  “WHAT THE HELL?!” Aneila exploded.

  “Are you kidding me!?”

  “No, not at all. I’m completely serious.”

  ?Flashback?

  The day my kids were born, I felt a happiness I never thought possible.

  A pair of twins—a girl and a boy—with only a few minutes between their births. After their arrival… well, that was when we actually got married for real.

  I had proposed several times before, but she never accepted.

  I guess pregnancy changes things.

  We took time off from our old chaotic, war-like life and came to London, where no one knew us. I had already set everything up beforehand; I like being prepared.

  I expected a peaceful, normal life.

  But I did not expect my children to inherit any abilities from us.

  I’d locked away my own powers long ago. I was as human as anyone could be.

  But on the third day after their birth, I heard strange mumbling. Loud mumbling—but only in my head. I was the only one who could hear it.

  It took time to understand that the voices were coming from my newborns.

  I was shocked.

  Because if anyone—especially a government—discovered this, it would be catastrophic.

  And I didn’t plan on returning to that life so soon.

  I had only one option:

  I had to train them early, get them under control, make sure they could act as normal as possible.

  And I couldn’t tell Aneila yet—not while she finally had peace.

  I would tell her when the

  time was right.

  With that decision, I began preparing our family’s future.