--In The Dinning room--
The dining room was quiet except for the soft clinking of utensils.
Azael sat across from his mother, Lina Bluestone, finishing his meal at an unhurried pace. Lina observed him carefully, as she always did.
"How is your health?" she asked first. "What did you do during your departure? And… did you catch your first monster?"
Her tone was calm, but the concern beneath it was obvious.
Azael wiped his mouth before replying.
"I'm fine. Nothing happened," he said honestly. "I met Mantisword. I didn't capture him immediately. I studied him first. I plan to structure my training around his strengths."
Lina nodded slowly, clearly satisfied with the measured answer.
At that moment, something unexpected happened.
A translucent panel appeared in Azael's vision.
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Name → Lina Bluestone
Rank → Advance Trainer
Monsters → 4
Bond → Blue – 100% [Critical]
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Azael remained outwardly calm, though inwardly he was startled.
He could inspect her.
As he focused on each section, understanding flowed into his mind naturally—as if the information had always been there.
Advance Trainer.
That meant she possessed a professional certification. As long as she remained active, she would be recognized as a low-ranked noble trainer within official circuits.
Four monsters.
The number felt small compared to the structured limits of the game he remembered. Life, clearly, was different.
He looked up. "Mother… why do you only have four monsters?"
Lina paused mid-bite. Then she frowned slightly.
"Azael," she said patiently, "a trainer can register up to sixteen monsters for combat. But maintaining them is expensive. Feeding, housing, medical care, training resources—those costs are not something even regular nobles can casually sustain."
She sighed softly, as if repeating something she had explained before.
"This is much is enough. Unless you are a a competitive trainer."
Azael nodded awkwardly and returned his attention to the panel.
His eyes shifted to the final line.
Bond → Blue – 100% [Critical]
So he could bond with humans as well.
Blue. Maximum familial affection.
But the word Critical lingered in his thoughts.
That meant it was dynamic.
It could rise.
It could fall.
However why would his already max relation increase beyond it's normal range.
The next ones are for soul mates and such.
He silently finished his meal.
"Goodnight, Mother."
Lina smiled gently but had a troubled expression shortly after. "Rest well."
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His room was neat and simple—hardly distinguishable from how he remembered it.
A bed. A desk. A window overlooking the estate grounds.
He lay down and summoned the panel again, this time opening a different tab.
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Achievements:
1. Be Born → [Reward: System Activation]
2. Identify a Monster Manually → [Reward: Auto Identification]
3. Bond with Others → [Reward: Bond Meter]
4. First Time Bonus → [Bonus: 20 Gems]
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Azael stared at it, confusion surfacing for the first time that evening.
Be Born.
So the system had awakened on the day of his birth?
Then where were his early memories?
He asked the question mentally.
A response appeared immediately.
[Memories sealed. Re-awakening available.]
[Requirement: Suitable environment for awakening process.]
He exhaled slowly.
So it could be restored.
He adjusted himself against the pillow, ensuring the room was quiet and the door locked.
"This should be sufficient," he muttered.
He closed his eyes.
And initiated the awakening procedure.
The moment the procedure began, pain followed.
It was not gradual.
It felt as if stones were being crushed against his forehead from the inside—again and again. Azael's body arched violently. His fingers clawed at the sheets as if trying to anchor himself to reality.
He thrashed like a fish pulled onto dry land, breath uneven, vision flashing white.
Then—
Stillness.
For nearly thirty minutes, he lay motionless on the bed, chest rising and falling faintly.
Eventually, his fingers twitched.
He forced himself upright, every movement heavy. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he pressed a palm against his temple.
"…So that's how it was."
Memories resurfaced in fragments.
He had always possessed the system.
Even as a child.
But he had never told anyone.
He treated it as a convenience—an invisible assistant. Something useful, not something to flaunt. With its help, he had intended to build a future not as a warrior or champion, but as a businessman. Stability over glory.
Then, one year ago, something shifted.
He had witnessed a deeply personal and unsettling moment involving his mother—something private that he had not been meant to see. The incident left him disturbed and unsure how to process what he had discovered. It altered the way he looked at her.
"Ah~Azael, harder."
The sight of his mother sitting on her bed and sniffing his shirt while fingering herself left him shaken.
He began distancing himself, not because of disgust towards her but towards himself.
His mother noticed, of course. She tried to ask what was wrong. Why he was acting unfamiliar. Why her son suddenly seemed like a stranger.
He had no answer he could give.
And then, a week ago, another blow arrived.
His fiancée—someone he genuinely intended to marry—announced that she wished to postpone the wedding. The upcoming league demanded her full focus. She feared failure more than delay.
It was a reasonable decision.
But reason did little to soften the impact.
The original Azael had been shaken.
Terrible at home. Heartbroken outside.
So three days ago—
He left.
Not with a plan.
Just with distance in mind.
Now, sitting in his room, memories fully restored, Azael exhaled slowly.
"So that's why I ran."
Azael remained seated on the edge of his bed long after the pain subsided.
The room was silent.
His mind replayed fragments of memory in uneven intervals—his departure, his distance, the unspoken tension that had settled between him and his mother long before he left.
A soft knock broke the stillness.
Three measured taps.
"Azael?" Lina's voice came from the other side of the door. Faint and hesitant. "May I come in? We need to discuss something important."
His fingers tightened slightly against the bedsheet.
So it begins.
He inhaled slowly, steadying himself. Whatever she wanted to discuss likely stemmed from his disappearance. Or perhaps… something deeper.
He stood up and walked toward the door.
For a brief second, his hand hovered above the handle.
No running this time.
He opened it.
Lina stood outside, posture straight, her expression flustered and hesitant. The warm hallway light framed her silhouette, casting soft shadows behind her.
"I won't take much of your time," she said quietly.
Azael stepped aside.
"Come in."
Lina walked inside and sat on the bed.
"Come. Sit beside your mother."
She patted the space to her right.
Azael nodded quietly and sat down beside her.
"You know, Azael… from the day you were born, I have taken care of you alone," Lina said softly.
"Of course, Kasha and her mother were with us," she continued, "but among our relatives—or even your father—there was no one."
Her voice trembled slightly.
This time, tears welled up in her eyes.
"I know the reason you left that day," she said, her voice breaking. "It wasn't because of your marriage. It was because of my… indecency."
A tear slipped down her cheek, yet she forced herself to continue.
"So, Azael… can you find it in your heart to forgive your mother?"
She asked in a pleading tone that made Azael internally conflicted.
He wanted to ask why she would do something so strange, but he stopped himself from asking such a question that could hurt his mother.
Azael stood up and went toward her.
Lina closed her eyes in resignation, thinking that she had made a grave mistake that destroyed what was left of her family.
However, she felt warmth the next moment.
She opened her eyes to find herself in her son's embrace.
"Mother, you went through such hard times and made yourself what you are today. So how can I judge you as someone bad or disgusting?" Azael spoke calmly.
Lina, hearing his answer, cried harder and embraced him more tightly.
"But Mother, there is one thing I had not told you earlier."
"Sniff… sniff… and what is that?" Lina asked, crying, too sentimental to properly think about what her son was trying to say.
"Mother, just like you, I had also fantasized about doing it with you."
The words spoken by Azael were not properly registered in Lina's mind.
—A few moments later—
"What are you saying, Azael? You don't mean…"
"Yes, Mother. From the day I understood how strong you are, I realized that my affection went beyond that of a son. That is why I ran," Azael expressed his emotions, or rather, his conflicted emotions. "I wished that I could be with you, but I was disgusted with myself."
Lina, hearing all this, was too mentally shaken to respond.
Azael… loved me just as I do.
Her heart started to beat faster. Her fair face took a hue of red.
Ding!
[Bond with Lina Bluestone was increased to Purple]
"So mother, can I properly confess my love for you." Azael gently Whispered to the woman in his arm." Mother, even if you leave me, I would still love you with my whole heart. I love you."
Like a thundererbolt hitting her in the head, she jolted in her son's arm.
She sat there motionless for moments. However she then smiled her and affectionately said.
"Yes, silly, Mother will always love you. Forever." She murmured, her slender arms locking around his neck. Hertwin peaks pressed urgently against his chest.
Azael's hands moved with a mind of their own, one possessively gripping her hourglass waist while the other squeezed the supple flesh of her ass. "Hah~ Mother, don't be so delicate," he growled, his fingers digging into her curves.
She gasped at his rough handling, a breathless moan escaping her lips. "Azael, dear... not so rough..." Despite her words, her body betrayed her true desires, pressing closer to his body.
Mesmerized by the shimmering blue depths of his mother's eyes, Azael couldn't hold back any longer. He bent down and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.His tongue invaded her mouth hungrily as he claimed what was rightfully his.
"Hum!Um!Hum!Haaa.."
Both were breathless from their kiss and looked at each other with deep affection.
Lina leaned on to Azael who delicately held.
"Thank You, Azael, for accepting me."
Lina uttered and then fell asleep.
"Anything for you mother."