Return of the General's Daughter
Chapter 132: Seeds Of Doubts

Chapter 132: Seeds Of Doubts

At the Fuerte Mansion.

Silence filled the room — like stalagmites hanging from the roof of a cave until Bener’s knife dropped on the wooden floor with a thud and broke the silence. He had a premonition.

"Asael, don’t speak nonsense. Didn’t Father ask us not to talk about our sister anymore? Why are you reopening a deep wound that just started to heal?" Galahad recovered from his shock and reprimanded Asael not to make careless jokes.

"But I am not joking." Asael protested.

Bener’s intense gaze bore on Asael’s. There was no need to exchange words. Asael nodded, and Bener suddenly bolted out of the room in a blur that seemed like he was being chased by lightning.

"What on earth just happened?" Galahad exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion as he watched the figure leave the room like a whirlwind. His brow knitted tightly, casting deep shadows over his eyes as a torrent of questions swirled in his mind. "Where is he headed in such a hurry?"

Gideon and Percival were dumbfounded, their expressions a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Their eyes flitted anxiously from Asael, whose features were etched with a calculated calmness, to Galahad, radiating an aura of quiet authority, and finally to their father, whose furrowed brows betrayed his own turmoil.

General Odin frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? Weren’t you the one who identified her body?" His voice was loud and hoarse. Even after two years, the loss of his daughter still brought him so much pain. Lara was such a lovable girl.

The tension in the air was palpable as the three men became lost in their thoughts.

"Father, the incident surrounding Lara’s death might not be simple." Asael inhaled deeply before continuing. "Maybe someone orchestrated it?"

Asael regretted not getting the chance to talk to Lara about what happened. Because of Prince Alaric’s advances on his sister, he suddenly felt it urgent to reveal her identity; otherwise, she might fall into Alaric’s trap. The prince seemed to be a good person, but in the last few days of observing him, he could tell he was interested in Lara or, rather, Kane.

"But the evidence was irrefutable. The dress... the bracelet, were undeniably hers," Odin exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a reminder of the abyss left by her absence. If, by some miracle, she was still alive and what happened two years ago was all a cruel illusion, joy would flood his heart. While he cherished his sons, his love for his daughter burned brighter than any star in the night sky. She was the family’s cherished princess, a delicate gem every Norse family member held gently in their hands.

"You are right, Father. It was undeniably hers. But, could it be possible that the body was not hers?" It was Percival, the twin of the scholar Peridur, who loved to read mystery books and share them with his brother.

General Odin’s gaze deepened to a stormy deep brown that was almost black, a tempest brewing within. A sense of betrayal coiled tightly in his chest. If it was true that an unseen hand had dared to deceive him, the consequences would be dire. The thought sent a shiver down his spine; the audacity of such a trick was not merely an affront—it was a crime that would not go unpunished. Whoever dared to cross him would face retribution as fierce and unforgiving as the magma spewed out of a volcanic eruption.

"How did you find her, brother? And if she was alive, why did she not go home? Why wait for so long to come out?" Galahad was skeptical. His father has lots of enemies. Could it be that their enemies were strategizing how to bring their downfall?

Asael’s eyes momentarily flickered with uncertainty, a spark of conflict igniting within him. His brother’s words resonated, weaving a thread of logic that tugged at his mind. Yet, deep down, his instincts whispered a different truth. There was an unsettling familiarity in Kane’s presence, a shadow of memories long tucked away, but it was shrouded in a haze of unfamiliarity that left him questioning. This complex blend of recognition and estrangement tugged at his heart, drawing him closer yet keeping him at a cautious distance.

How did she learn to fight so well in just two years? He knew that Lara learned basic skills from them, but how she handled the knife and the sword was the way someone who had trained from a young age did.

How did she learn to treat wounds? She said she had a lot of practice in the last two years, but —

Asael’s thoughts were cut short by a sudden movement.

Percival stepped before his father, his eyes sharpened with realization as he turned face General Odin.

"Yes, Father," he said, his voice steady yet urgent. Galahad has a point. Imagine if this is part of a cunning scheme by our enemies, designed to lead you into a trap, where they would ensnare you in their devious web and assassinate you when you are in your most unguarded moment..." Percival added. The gravity of his words hung in the air, painting a vivid picture of betrayal and peril.

"She is our sister. She is not sent by the enemies." Asael said stubbornly. "She has her difficulties, and she also lost her memory. If not for Reya, who survived with her, we might never have met her again." Asael spoke with conviction. He could not believe that his brothers, instead of being excited, were skeptical.

His three brothers gasped.

"Brother, you might be deceived. Isn’t amnesia a convenient excuse? Maybe she is really a spy sent by the enemies to infiltrate us and destroy our family from within." Galahad, the most rational and analytical among the brothers, spoke.

General Odin studied his children. The darkness that he felt earlier left him, and his stance became much softer. His sons were smart and not swayed by emotions.

"Galahad has a point. She might be a spy sent by the enemy. They knew that Lara was very important to me and all of us. They have seen through our vulnerability and are exploiting it." the general’s gaze bore into Asael.

"Father, I cannot be wrong. I could feel that she is my sister. Isn’t there a saying that blood is thicker than water? I feel a familial bond with her. I could also feel the same blood as ours run through her veins."

"Then, bring her here, and we will decide." General Odin commanded.

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