Chapter 133

**Tzalmon point of View**

"He is so mischievous!" I mumbled to myself not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

I was never this naughty when I was a child and as per the understanding I had of Eblilis childhood, I heard she was lively and active but not mischievous. How come our son turned out to be so playful!

No matter what strategy I came up with to get close to his mother, he would counterattack me always and it doesn't matter if he was with us or far from us. It seems like his means of doing things are quite wide.

But what surprised me the most was the level of scheming his small head could come up with. His age and his profound intelligence are not equally proportionate at all.

It took me two days and one night to get out of the shield he trapped me in and I know that he loosened the power of the shield deliberately so that I can break out of it.

Which means, he knows his limitations while doing things.

In the next few days, no matter how many ways I chose to close the distance between Eblilis and I, either Igses or his arranged obstacles would stand in between stop me.

So I decided to address the prominent figure standing in between us first before I chase after his mother.

After Igses came back from his class trip four days ago, I started to actively pick him up from the school and drop him at Winters or at Thunders with Mr. Winters.

Mr. Winters almost skinned me when I went to pick him up four days ago but my little son, as tricky as he is, said he didn't mind to be picked up by me and assured Mr. Winters to not worry about him at all.

I was stunned!

More than stunned, I was a little worried because I thought he would resist me but he actually didn't mind my approach at all. This got me worried.

While I picked him from the school and dropped him back at Winters residence, I would drive and he would sit in the back seat like a young master of a wealthy family.

Neither of us talked to each other all this while. I didn't know he has such restraint over himself; he did not even ask my intention behind doing this but he is so chill about it.

Say, what is he confident about?

Thinking about him, I patiently waited for him near the parking area of the school. Soon long lines of kids were lead by their teachers to the front ground. One after the other, the kids are being sent away after checking the identity of their respective guardians.

Checking my identity, Igses was allowed to leave with me. With his school bag on his back, is little hands behind his back, he raised his head to look at me like an elder who has seen a lot of the world and is ready to impart the knowledge.

He nodded once curtly which I returned back and led him to an ice cream parlor just on the other side of the street. He didn't mind the small change of plan and went along.

We found a table by the window and sat down across each other. Soon a waiter brought a menu card and waited for our orders.

"I would like to have mixed fruit salad with vanilla and pistachio flavored scoops of ice cream on it please and hot chocolate to go later." The little one sure knows his preference well.

"Cassata and hot chocolate to go later." I ordered briefly and gave the menu card back.

While the waiter went back to bring our orders, I looked at my son who has his attention drawn to the bustling street before him.

I waited and waited and still waited for him to ask something; anything but he behaved as if he is not interested at all.

It was then I realized that my son's restraint and patience is far stronger than mine. Unable to take it anymore, I finally strike the conversation for the first time in the past few days.

"Are you not worried your mother will feel nervous if you are with me?" I placed my elbow on the table and supported my head in my hand as I asked casually.

Igses glanced at me briefly and just shrugged, "No."

"Why not?" He doesn't want me near his mother but he is alright to be with me by himself?

"You are not talented enough." He again answered quite casually.

"Not talented in enough in what?"

"Attracting my attention."

"Why do you think I want to do so? You are my flesh and blood so spending time with you is natural."

"Not when the mother of your flesh and blood is at odds with you and your flesh and blood supports his mother eternally." Both the mother and son are so -

Damnation, I cannot even say they are hard headed because this is the consequence of my own actions.

However, I'm rather happy that my son is really hard to deal with. He makes me interested in him and love him more.

"You don't even know what happened between your mother and me. Aren't you judging me too quickly?" I was actually curious of what he thinks of me.

"Doesn't matter. I'm not a judge here to consider evidences and come to a conclusion. Fact is my mamma raised me and she was somehow hurt because of you in the past." Now, this got me speechless.

He truly meant it. He did not care about knowing the whole story of the past. Regardless, he will always support his mother.

My heart was immediately pierced with guilt instantly. If everything was well in the past, my son would've showed the same passion towards me as well.

Eblilis raised him really well. He is clear minded and knows where he stands well. It is not a wonder that he turned out to be a naughty boy. He was raised without any burden on his shoulder.

He didn't have to learn all kind of arts against his will, he didn't have to fight for the throne, He didn't have his parents breathing down his neck, his mother does not expect him to become something big and give her a prominent position in life. He was given enough freedom to live his childhood as he wants, carefree and burden free.

He was taught well and was given the chance to perceive life and people on his own accord without pressuring others views on him.

"So even I repent, you will not let me get close to your mother?"

"Do you?" Is it really a five year old speaking?

Why do I feel like I'm speaking to centuries' old ancestor?

"Of course I do."

"How?"

"What do you mean?"

"How are you repenting? On what issues are you repenting? Most importantly, why are you repenting?" Stumped, I narrowed my eyes at his glittering wise ones.

This son of mine is too clever.

"Does it matter?"

"It means you are not repenting for all the right reasons."

"How do you know that? Am I not putting in a lot of effort to at least be on friendly terms with your mother to start with?" By the time I finished, our orders were brought and Igses immediately pounced on ice cream.

With fresh fruits and ice cream together, he is glowing in satisfaction. I noted down this in my mind under his likes.

"A few months ago, for the first time ever, I lost my temper and broke a vase at home. Mamma did not scold me, instead, he got all the equipment for pottery and put it before me. She said I will not be going to school that day and cannot get up until I make a vase to replace the broken one. Although I'm highly talented in many things and my learning ability is astounding, I was still a child. For a four year old to make such a vase is almost impossible." He started narrating while his attention was still on his food.

Hearing this, I was taken aback by the strict and harsh side a parent that Eblilis showed.

"Then what happened?" Involved in the story, I want to know how they solved the problem.

"Mamma too took a leave from office and worked from home that day. I watched pottery related videos and tried many times but no matter what, I could even make the clay stand on top of the spinning wheel. For the whole day, apart from eating a little and going to bathroom, I spent all my time in attempting to make a vase. At the end of the day, mamma saw that I was still struggling so she helped me out in making a small vase. Once the vase was made and I decorated it, I apologized to mamma."

"Why didn't you apologize when you broke it?"

"What reason should I apologize for?"

"For breaking the vase, of course."

"Then if the vase was broken accidently and I apologized then, what is the difference? At the end of that day, I apologized for breaking it in steam of anger. I apologized because I didn't realize the value of an object that I broke. I apologized because after breaking it, it cannot be fixed to its original shape. I apologized because I let my anger get better of me and chose such a way to show it. If it was not just a vase and if it was person that I hurt, that I broke, what will I do then? No matter what I did, I cannot replace it with a new one. So I apologized for not knowing the value of things and people I have around me. A day of effort and constant failure taught me this. Now, why and on what reasons are you repenting?"

For what reason am I trying to correct myself? His question caused me reevaluate myself again.

At that moment, when I looked at the bright boy before me, I understood clearly without a doubt why he chose his mother over me.

I didn't know how to respond because I have no answer to it. I continued to stare at him as he ate his ice cream. With mind full of thoughts, I ate my own food when my phone rang and I heard something unbelievable from Gyles.

"Majesty, There is Mr. Damian Collymore who knocked on Winters door saying he suddenly has memories of Lady Dawn and wants to know how she is."

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