Cameraman Never Dies-Chapter 93: When dad catches you red-handed before you even start

Judge was eating a weird soup, "weird" might not be the right word. It looked like a normal soup, it smelled normal, it tasted normal, the meat and the vegetable chunks were normal, and even his tummy said it was normal.

But there was something amiss, he felt as if something indescribable was happening to his whole body. It was the first time he had eaten this soup, Lediya had also warned that his body might feel different before he started the consumption.

Even though the feeling was weird and different, he did not hate it, he felt as if he was being rejuvenated bit by bit every time he ate a spoonful. In no time, he had finished the entire soup.

The taste was nothing to write him about, but he felt like he had eaten another Worrak steak.

After the meal, Lediya instructed him to get some rest because of the soup’s efforts. If he was still in his old life, he would not even have touched such a soup made by his maid, he only trusted his own cooking, and of course— his former friend’s too.

But Lediya was different, she could not even step inside his room without his mother noticing her, and if anything was wrong, his mother would know.

He leaned back to sleep more after he watched his maid leave. But before he could leave, there was a figure again on an open windowsill in his room, but this time, he knew who it was, it was his father, Alex Drakonis.

Without uttering a word, his father came closer to him, dragging the chair he took from near Judge’s study desk. He put the chair near his son’s bed and sat on it, staring at Judge for a whole minute without even saying anything.

Judge should have been uncomfortable, but he felt nothing, instead he just wanted to lie back down and sleep.

"Judge"

His father finally spoke, his voice was low and felt more forced than natural. Judge understood that his father had caught onto something, but he could not put his finger on what, he had many secrets to count.

"What?" He finally responded with the same, calm voice his father used.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes"

"Do you trust your mother?"

"Yes"

"Your siblings?"

"Yes," He felt nothing from lying to his father about trusting his siblings. if anything, he only found them useful. Judge understood what his father was getting at, it was to talk about his sealing and why.

"Why are you lying, Judge?" His father asked in the same monotonous tone.

Judge was wrong, but he was not surprised, he could read a hundred strangers, but he could never read what his father was thinking, never. Even an educated guess was wrong.

He looked at his legs which were covered by blankets, why was he lying? Maybe he was not lying. Maybe he trusted his siblings but never wanted to admit it. Maybe he liked them, grew fond of them. He was not lying to his father, but to himself.

He was not thinking emotionally, he did not feel an ounce of love for them, maybe that was because he now had a seal over his heart. Just then, a thought struck him, he wanted to experience that feeling again, the feeling of being loved and loving others.

He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out of his mouth. It was not like he could not speak, but he did not know what to say.

"I ask you again Judge, Do you or Do you not... Trust me." His father’s voice was still nonchalant, but he turned up the volume a little in the middle of the sentence.

"I... I trust you... Dad, it’s just... I don’t know what to say or... where to start." He could have talked normally, but this was pure acting, he felt like this was how he had to say it.

"Judge you are only four years old, and life is still there to live, dragons live for almost two centuries Judge, you have a great life ahead of you," Alex held Judge’s hand tightly, "That’s why, you should not let your mind be your cage."

’I am fifty-eight plus four years old Dad’ He silently added. Experience tales at novelbuddy

"Tell me honestly, Judge, you don’t feel anything do you?"

Judge’s eyes widened, how did his father figure him out

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Noel looked up to the notice board, every assassin inside the building wore a mask, and his mask, a plain white mask with two hollow holes for eyes, was a symbol of fear. People moved away from his path, nobody dared to utter a word, and that was what a strong reputation could do.

He slowly walked over to the notice board and looked over to the newly posted assassination request. It was to assassinate a noble’s daughter, the young mistress of the most powerful and feared noble house of all time. The reward was a thousand sten.

This was going to be the most dangerous mission he had undertaken. His face had a fixed smile, and grew wider, if not for the mask hiding his face, people would think the man had really gone mad.

He tore off the parchment from the board and took it to the bar. Slamming it on the counter, he said in a low, hoarse voice, "I take this commission," With that, he turned around and left at a leisurely pace.

The onlookers all held back their voices as they let the man walk to the door, he paused right before he reached the door, came back to his table, and finished his drink in a single gulp.

He then left at a normal pace, and only after he had completely left the place did chatters erupt, "Doesn’t that look impossible?" One asked.

"Yes that is surely not possible, but how many times have we said the same thing?"

"True! He even assassinated the general of the second royal army." Another man said.

"But this commission is for the house of drakonis! They are the wyverns! That is harder than infiltrating the second royal army, they could instantly catch you when you try to sneak in."

The whole place went silent, as if they were pondering what the man was about to do.

"Amber huh?" Noel was talking to himself, remembering the picture on the commission parchment of a girl with red hair and golden eyes "I am sorry little girl, I’ve got nothing against you, but someone wants you dead."

From the shadows, a lonely figure was watching him, he was not visible to the naked eye. Lucifer, looked at the man walking forward with excitement a look full of pity, "He doesn’t know where he is going does he?"

He wanted to report the matter to the observer, but the assassin was after the sibling of a god’s descended. He felt stupid for even feeling the need to report, he would just hand over the record to the observer at the next gathering.