Teacher.

Emel's passing days were uneventful , and with the absence of his 'sister' as a bonus , They were peaceful too.

While things were going on and everyone was busy. Emel used gardening as a pastime hobby.

He found out that time might be 3x in his dimension . But growth of plants was far more extraordinary. And if he nurtures them with water from the waterfall. The growth rate exceeds 15 times in real world.

Since his father and brother were giving him almost anything , he asked them to bring him herbs of different kinds.

Seeds of precious medicines. Although Mason and Raymond grew suspicious. He told them that he wants his family to be helathy.

Mason was happy to find him a hobby and happily obliged while Raymond solemnly said they would be healthy and accompanied him to Jog every morning.

Looking at the rare herbs planted in his space growing happily, He planted some fruits he and found out that anything he grows in his dimension contains energy from the dimensions.

He grew fruits in his space which grew at an incredible rate and were almost ripe. Some even already ripe.

Emel switched fruits daily in the kitchen with one's from his dimension. Raymond and Mason although noticed thier health rapidly increasing , they attributed it to morning jogs and excercises.

And Emel forced them fruits daily . He was a child afterall. Acting like a baby , although was shameful for a grown up man , but he should do if times call for it. Shouldn't he?.

He does not trust them but since they are good to him , he does not wish to poison the time he has with his 'family' .

His buisness lessons were going incredibly easy that even Raymond stood speechless. He himself noticed that a glass of water from waterfall daily and some fruits.

He was not getting only healthier but his memory was already At the level of an Artificial Intelligence . He could understand things easily and would not lose focus without intending to do so.

Finally today was the day Mason brought him his martial arts teacher.

When he walked to the garden , he found a middle aged man with slender build and black hair, black eyes. He was wearing comfortable clothes suitable for martial arts. He had sharp features and strict attitude looking at his straight posture.

Mason walked upto him and introduced , " Emel , Mr. Jones , your Martial arts teacher . Mr. Jones , My youngest , Emel Blezvin ."

Emel felt it was unneccesary to intoduce his surname too. He was not a Blezvin by blood.

"Hello ! Mr. Jones ." He walked upto the man .

"Mr. Blezvin , If your child is looking at Martial arts as a game , I suggest you both give up ." He sharply looked at his father and him.

Emel knew this guy was thinking of him as a soft and spoiled kid .

"Mr. Jones , I wish to learn."

" If you wish to learn , You will not be able to give up halfway . And I do hope Mr. Blezvin will not interfere with my training program . Martial arts is never a child's play. Blood and sweat are needed to learn it. It is about discipline . If a person cannot withstand hardship , cannot persevere , and is softhearted , You cannot withstand this art of life and death."

Mason couldn't help but wince at his choice of words.

Emel looked up at his father with unwavering gaze.He knew as a child , he needed his permission to make some decisions.

Finally sighing at his son's stubbornness, Mason heaved and said ," Go ahead."

Emel looked up at Mr. Jones , "Im ready !Teacher".

Jones was satisfied with his new student and so began Emel's life of sweat and broken bones .

Though that never happened.

He was absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

At the same time he kept practicing his meditation art as well as weapon training . And his buisness lessons were going well too.

In the name of playing vedio games , unbeknownst to people around him , He was having his hacking lessons too.

Afterall , in aristocratic circle , contacting a hacker is never a problem .

It's only a matter of money , Which , the current Emel does not lack.

And being a genius student in Couputers and Mechanics , He already had a great foundation for it.

Time passed by without anything eventful until the intended day arrived.

In the hospital VIP ward , Amelia held Emel's hand. Handing him the meager amount she deemed worthy.

While Evya looking at him with intense hatred which he could feel from miles away.

He does know the reason why this girl hates him so much but he had an idea somehow.

Each time she looks at him. It's filled with envy , jealousy , hatred .

He can only attribute it to his looks .

After going through intense training with his teacher and his aleady baptism of a life. Emel looks much more stable and mature than his peers.

As time passed by , he became cold . Just like his father and eldest. But he was not straightforward cold.

Rather he was Sly and with a lazy charm on the surface and with hightened senses from his meditation art .

He made it his habit to practice almost to extreme and due to the abundance of energy in his spatial dimension , His cold aura leaked always , even though he converged it to maximum.

His baby fat was almost gone but his build still made him look soft . His muscles filled with abundant strength.

Although his teacher thought of him as strong, He did not know the extent of his strength.

Not only his strength exceeded that of humans, His body without impurities was like icy jade. His Amber eyes were now without any temprature due to nature of his soul and lack of any emotions more so.

His contradictory build and personality gave him a mysterious charm that was hard to ignore. It invited people to explore him but his breath chilled them the bones , they dare not think of him .That was one of the reasons Evya stayed away from him as if he was a demon, much to his advantage.

Amelia looked up at the boy who was slowly becoming a man and suddenly she showed an emotion that Emel had never seen.

Love and hatred. She was looking at him but not him at the same time.

This made him want to ask , who . Was it his father. Why would she hate him ? Why would she love him? .

Wasn't Mason her love ? .

He had DNA analysis done with her and unsusprisingly , She was not his birth mother. He does not know who was.

He thought he would hate her. He wanted to ask if he was abandoned and she picked up.

But looking at the woman , he knew such hypocritial cheap drama queen would never do something without benefits.

She could fake her son, Fake her lover . What else she could not do.

And if she kept him because he looked like his father , then she was a crazy bit*h too.

It would be much more surprising if he was not stolen or switched at birth like some dog-blood cliché drama.

But his curiosity grew. He wanted to know his true father that could make her spend decades of planning.

But he focused on task at hand.

On the other hand Amelia's breathing grew heavy . She just kept looking at him with same gaze and then her gaze changed to that of hatred. Just like Evya. This woman hated him.

'pfffttt. ....hahahaha ...so unsurprising. '

Emel really did not know if anything could bring ups and downs in his emotions anymore.

Mason and Raymond were looking at him with pity and both patted his shoulder and head. He got closer to them in these 6 months.

He knows them now surprisingly well. He was also curious how A woman like Evya could be born by such a pure man and as much as he knows . Mrs. Neila was a graceful woman. On the surface if he would say. He does not know her well enough to judge her true face.

Amelia lost her breath and finally her hand slid down from his hand.

Emel still had no waves in his calm eyes. He looked at his Father and brother and left the room with lawyer.

Evya still kept his gaze at him until he disappeared from her sight. And finally the woman who lied to him his whole life , The reason he was a Blezvin and not his true origin died.

Emel was still curious about the man that had his face .

'I wonder if he would want to throw me away too!'

His Amber eyes glowing , His aura playful as he thought of his biological father and an exciting drama if he met that man ever.

'hummm~~~hummm~~~You better be alive 'Father' , I want to meet you so much '.Internally singing , he walked away from hospital .

No matter how much one looks, It does not looks like the mood of a child who lost his 'dear 'mother.