Reawakening: Primordial Dragon with Limitless Mana
Chapter 44: Past(1)

Chapter 44: Past(1)

It wasn’t easy for Quintessa to leave the house like this—especially at such an hour.

Thankfully, her husband had fallen asleep early tonight. Still, she remained beside him for nearly an hour, just to be certain he wouldn’t wake up, before finally slipping out of bed.

Before leaving, she whispered instructions to a loyal servant: if her husband wakes up and asks, tell him she had gone to check on the neighbor, who was nearing her time of labor.

Quintessa doubted he would go check on her friend himself... but even if he did, her friend would handle it.

Why was she taking such a risk?

Because she had to see him.

Her child.

Hades.

He had sent her a letter saying he was leaving on a long journey and might not be able to see her again.

Her heart ached at the thought.

Even if he hadn’t written those words, she would’ve still gone to see him—but after reading them, she could barely contain herself. Waiting this long had already taken every ounce of restraint she had.

Now, she moved quickly through the misty streets, a shawl draped over her head to conceal her face. The air was cold, and the path to the graveyard felt longer than usual.

"Eyyy~ that ass looks hella fine."

She flinched at the crude voice behind her.

It was clearly meant for her.

Quintessa didn’t look back. She simply walked faster, hoping to shake him off in the fog.

But the man wasn’t letting up. "Come on now\~ don’t be in such a rush, beautiful. The night is still young. Why not spend some time with me\~?"

His footsteps grew louder with each word, and Quintessa could feel him getting closer.

She clenched her jaw. The last thing she wanted was a scene.

"Hey, now~"

Her heart skipped a beat as the man suddenly appeared in front of her, swaying slightly, his face flushed red.

Drunk. But no ordinary drunk.

Quintessa recognized him as one of the adventurers. No one moved that quickly unless they were trained.

His eyes wandered toward her chest, and a lewd grin spread across his face. He reached out, "If you won’t answer, I’ll just help myse—hmm?"

His wrist was stopped mid-air.

A hand gripped his arm tightly.

Another person had stepped in, holding the man back.

Quintessa’s eyes widened.

It was Hades.

"Now then, gentleman," Hades said with a calm, deadly tone. "Mind if I break a bone?"

The man blinked in confusion. "What do you—ahhhmf!"

His sentence ended in a muffled groan as Hades twisted his wrist into an ugly angle. Before he could cry out, a piece of cloth was shoved into his mouth—

DHAK!

A sharp punch to the face, and the man collapsed, unconscious.

Hades shook his head with a sigh before turning toward the woman before him. "Are you alright—ah."

He couldn’t finish.

Quintessa had already thrown herself into his arms.

He caught her gently, securing her trembling frame as she clung to him. Her quiet whimpers reached his ears, muffled against his shoulder, each one laced with relief and fear.

"Hades... my son..." she whispered, her voice thick with heart-wrenching emotion.

Hades gently patted her back. "As you can see, I’m fine, Mother. But if you keep crying like this... I might start regretting calling you out here."

Quintessa slowly pulled away, her tear-filled eyes locking onto his. "You come back this late and expect me not to cry? I didn’t raise such an unfair child."

Hades let out a helpless smile. "I’m sorry," he said softly. "Go ahead—cry as much as you want. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere."

It took some time, but the lady finally calmed down.

They decided to find somewhere quieter, away from the noise and wandering drunkards.

Eventually, they reached an old church, far from the inns and eateries. Behind it stood a tree with a weathered bench beneath its branches. They sat there, surrounded by silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the night breeze.

Quintessa couldn’t take her eyes off her son.

In just a few months, he had changed. He seemed more mature now—calmer, composed. Even though he had been cut off from the family, he clearly took care of himself... and he still came all this way just to see her.

"I can’t even explain how I’m feeling right now," she sighed. "When I heard your father disowned you... it broke my heart. We had a terrible fight. For the first time... I truly regretted marrying that man."

Trevon had always been a good husband.

They were lovers before marriage, and from the day he proposed to this very night—after so many years—his love for her had never faded. He was loyal, sincere... and had always put her first.

But the one thing she could never accept was his hatred toward Hades.

"It’s not his fault," Hades spoke gently. "I’m not his child. So... it’s only natural he wouldn’t see me as his own flesh and blood."

Quintessa glanced at her son, then quietly asked, "Did you ever wonder... why Trevon was always so hard on you?"

Hades blinked, caught off guard by the question, but he didn’t interrupt.

"Why did he treat you so coldly?" she continued. "He was kind to strangers—gentle, even. But to the boy he raised since childhood... he never spoke a single kind word." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze soft but searching. "Have you ever asked yourself why?"

Hades leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest. After a pause, he answered, "I did... but I was afraid to ask. I didn’t want to learn something ugly about myself."

Quintessa reached out and gently cupped his cheek, turning his face toward her.

"There is nothing ugly about you," she whispered. "You are my bright, beautiful child."

Hades smiled, the warmth of her touch melting the years of cold silence he’d buried inside. He leaned into her palm, eyes closing as he rested his cheek against it.

Her warmth... It was soothing.

Oh, how deeply he had missed this.

A brief silence settled between them, the kind that weighed heavily despite the calm night around them.

Then, in a soft but steady voice, Quintessa spoke.

"I believe it’s time, Hades... for you to know a part of yourself that you’ve forgotten."

Her words hung in the air, still and fragile.

Inside, her heart trembled. A thousand voices in her mind begged her to stop, to leave the past untouched—for just one night, to hold onto peace.

But she couldn’t.

He deserved to know the truth.

Even if it soured these precious moments... even if it carved a wound into the heart of their reunion...

She had to tell him.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.