The Mysterious Figure 2

Annis couldn't help but think to herself, and for good reason. Unlike the Alex family, who had been living in Sweet Spring Town for generations, House Stark had only moved there ten years ago. No one knew exactly where they came from.

House Stark was generous with their wealth and soon established a strong presence in Sweet Spring Town. Although the head of the house was powerful, they remained low-key and peaceful, and over time, no one paid much attention to their true origins.

The swift rise of House Stark showed that they had a solid foundation. Despite having only four family members, they were the most mysterious family in Sweet Spring Town.

As she thought about this, Annis couldn't help but smile to herself. "Everyone has their secrets. There's nothing unusual about that."

Just as Annis was lost in her thoughts, Leah interrupted, "Headmaster, let's go."

Annis was startled and noticed that Harry, carrying Ryan, had already started ahead. She quickly followed.

When Ryan woke up, it was already the next day around noon. His mother, Alice, was sitting beside him. Looking at her bloodshot eyes, Ryan felt a pang in his heart and tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"Mother, I..." Ryan knew she had been there, watching over him.

"No need to say anything. I know everything. It's not your fault. As long as you're safe, that's all that matters," Alice said, her voice as kind and loving as always.

Ryan nodded and asked, "Can you tell me about it?"

He pointed to his chest, recalling everything that had happened at Blade's Edge Cliff. The power that had erupted from him, the mysterious pendant, he could only turn to his mother for answers.

Alice realized she could no longer keep it hidden. She repeated what she had told Leah earlier.

Ryan finally understood. Everything started with his body, and everyone had been keeping it from him. If not for this accident, he might never have learned the truth.

The realization was painful, and he felt a deep sense of loss. He didn't want to submit to fate, but now, there was only one path forward—he had no other choice but to accept it.

Since the elemental testing, Ryan had been under immense pressure, constantly struggling with the weight of his fate. Over time, he had become much stronger, or perhaps, numb to it all.

He would no longer cry alone in his room like before. He knew that no matter how many tears he shed, nothing would change.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "I will try to accept it all."

Alice gently stroked Ryan's face, her expression tinged with sadness.

"Mother, why do I feel such a strange sense of familiarity with it?" Ryan asked again, pointing to the pendant.

Alice thought for a moment. "Well... it's probably because of the blood bond. Your sister also mentioned that she felt a strange connection to the pendant. Although I don't understand cultivation, I think it's normal to feel connected to something you've bonded with through blood."

Ryan didn't understand cultivation either, but since Leah had felt the same way, he didn't dwell on it.

"How did I survive the fall from the cliff?" Ryan continued.

Alice then carefully explained what happened after he had fallen from the cliff.

Ryan didn't feel grateful for his luck in surviving. Instead, he was deeply moved by everything Leah had done for him. From the moment he entered Norton Academy, Leah had always been there to protect him. Though she was his sister, he couldn't help but feel immense gratitude. He wasn't sure how to repay her.

As he was thinking about how to treat his sister moving forward, his father, Harry, entered the room.

Seeing that Ryan was awake, Harry boomed with his usual loud voice, "You brat, how are you? I came to check on you. I've been busy with your situation these past few days. Don't worry! Alan and his group won't bother you anymore."

Ryan was relieved when he saw his father in a good mood and not angry. The normally strict Harry didn't even seem upset, which was a huge relief for Ryan.

"Thanks, Father..." Ryan said.

"Don't thank me. Are you out of your mind?" Harry replied, his voice a little gruff.

Ryan awkwardly scratched his head. "Heh, heh."

"Ryan, why don't you just stop going to the academy? Your mother and I are worried, afraid something might happen again," Harry continued.

"Father, I want to go to the academy. Even though I have no talent, I don't want to be looked down upon. I don't want people calling me a useless waste," Ryan said firmly.

For so many years, Ryan had felt lonely. He didn't want to be sheltered any longer. Even if he couldn't become a powerful person, he still wanted to see the world in front of him. He knew that if he gave up on the academy, more people would look down on him.

"Well... I won't stop you. But take a few more days to rest and fully recover before going to the academy," Harry said, seeing the determination in Ryan's words. He didn't try to persuade him any further.

"Really?" Ryan was surprised at his father's quick agreement.

"You brat, do you think I'd lie to you? But from now on, you have to be careful, got it?" Harry said with a grin.

"I will," Ryan replied, happily.

Harry and Alice chatted with Ryan for a while. Seeing that he was no longer in serious danger, they instructed the servants to take care of him before leaving together.

After two days of resting, Ryan felt weak and sore all over. He guessed that the energy expended during his outburst was the cause of his condition.

Although this incident had seemed dangerous, compared to Alan and the others, Ryan's injuries weren't that severe.

According to Harry, Alan and the others were badly hurt, with multiple fractures.

Two days later, Ryan got out of bed and decided to take a walk. As he opened the door, he saw Leah walking toward him.

"Hey... sis, why aren't you at the academy today?" Ryan exclaimed, quickly inviting her into his room.

Over the past few days, whenever Leah had come to visit, Ryan had been unconscious. He had planned to wait until evening to find her when she returned from the academy, but unexpectedly, she had come earlier.

The two siblings sat facing each other.