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.At this point Landon was confused.“I’m the only one to have heard the Crimson’s figure’s voice other than Marcus my ancestor?”“Yes..” Eve answered, still having an incredulous expression on her face.“You said I’m the only one to have heard the Crimson figure’s voice apart from Marcus without dying? I still don’t understand…”From the way Eve had spoken about this mysterious Crimson figure, Landon assumed that this being had been in contact with his family for many centuries now…with Marcus King, being the first person to come in contact with it…so how is it that he is the only person apart from Marcus King to have heard this Crimson figure’s voice? So many things still don’t make sense.First of all…what kind of a relationship does this mysterious being have with his family? Then why does it seem like this being’s voice can kill a person?“Yes, you are the only one to have heard the Crimson figure's voice without dying after Marcus King…The Crimson figure has been with the King family, giving the ruler of the family its power every single time but not one of them has heard its voice other than Marcus. This is the reason why Marcus, the first leader of the King family is so special compared to the rest of the family leaders after him.”Landon understood what Eve was saying but just to be sure he was on track he opened his mouth again:“Wait…Are you saying that Marcus King encountered this Crimson figure that granted him powers and endless wealth for him to rule the world, and Marcus is the only person who can see and hear the Crimson’s figure voice without dying but the rest family leaders after him never heard the Crimson figure’s voice after so many years until me…”“Yes. Exactly! If what you are saying about hearing the Crimson’s figure voice is true then you are an even special heir of the King family compared to the past leaders!” Eve replied.Eve was so determined to enlighten Landon at this moment so she continued speaking:“Many centuries ago, there were many different religions that prayed to divine existences for solutions but no matter the differences these religions shared there was always a similarity. There was always a God and a Devil in all religions. It has always been the same in every religion which made it clear that everyone serves the same God in the different religions but that was till…The colored silhouettes appeared.”“The colored silhouettes?” Landon was puzzled. “Are you saying that there are other colored mysterious figure like the Crimson figure I had encountered?”“Yes, Landon. There are other colored figures just like the Crimson figure and these figures appeared on different parts of the world on the same day. To this day no one knows where they came from or who they are…I don’t know about the rest colored silhouette but I do know that the level of communication the crimson figure has with humans is very tightly limited because it is a being too powerful to communicate with humans. Apart from the descendant of the King family, any regular human would die from just seeing the Crimson figure. The King family are the only ones that can see the Crimson figure without dying. This is why the King family is so special. Your family is probably the only family that can communicate with one of the most powerful colored silhouettes among the rest.”Landon was feeling breathless.Everything was just too hard to believe. Had it not been for the fact that he can testify that strange things were going on in his life he would’ve probably assumed Eve was joking. If not for the fact he had seen this Crimson figure himself, his injuries mysteriously healed, and the way he had easily beat up Xander’s bodyguard he won’t have believed what Eve was saying but he could testify to the existence of this Crimson figure so he did not in any way think that Eve was exaggerating anything she was saying.After hearing Eve’s explanation there was one thing that Landon was still curious about.“Has this Crimson figure been working with the different leaders of my family over the years?”“Yes of course. After Marcus, there have been different leaders in the King family over the years working with the Crimson figure hand in hand. The family leader is the one who always seems to know what the Crimson figure desires for the king's family. Apart from the family leader, no one else in King can communicate with the Crimson figure efficiently. They can see the crimson figure but they can’t communicate with it”Now Landon was a bit puzzled. “Wait I thought you said I am the only one who has heard the voice of the Crimson figure apart from the first leader of the King family? If this is the case then how were the past family leaders after Marcus communicating with the Crimson figure without hearing its voice?”Eve smiled. The question Landon had just asked was indeed a good question.“You see Landon the fact the Crimson figure could not talk to the last leaders did not mean it could not communicate with them. The Crimson figure is so glorious that it somehow finds a way to make its intentions known. The fact it could not talk does not mean it could not write out its command to the past leaders…but the important thing I want you to know is that the Crimson figure is so powerful that there’s even a limit to which the King family can communicate with it too…”“I’m sure you must have noticed…we don’t know the name of the Crimson figure…the term ‘Crimson figure’ was just what came up to the mind of Marcus when he had seen the being…apart from Marcus, no other member of the King family that has been born could hear the Crimson figure voice. The Crimson figure made them understand that hearing it’s voice would lead them to their death. The only person’s soul that can withstand its voice had been Marcus King and even Marcus King had his own limits when communicating with the Crimson figure…”Now Landon was curious. Marcus King is the only ancestor of his family that have heard the Crimson figure’s voice. What limits did he have when communicating with the Crimson figure?…“Wait…it’s name..” Landon was suddenly struck by a realization.“Well, I can see you get it young Master. The Crimson figure could not tell Marcus its name. Neither could it tell Marcus anything about itself…the only reason was because Marcus' soul could not take that level of information…this limitation has led us to be curious till this very day. Who is the Crimson figure? Where did these colored silhouettes come from? What are their intentions with us? These are questions that have been left unanswered in our minds till this very day…but since you can hear our lord’s voice then there’s a slight hope that these questions can be answered…because we are still yet to know about your limit of communication with our lord.”Landon sighed. He was now able to grasp what Eve was saying.He is the heir of the King family. He’s from a very powerful family that rules the world due to the power the Crimson figure provides them. Then if this is the case then there’s something important he needs to know…“What about my parents?” Landon asked.Since Eve has made him understand that he’s from a very powerful family then he’s not actually an orphan that he has always thought himself to be. If this is the case then how did such a powerful family lose him at a young age so that he could go through his years of suffering as a poor orphan? This is something he wants to know. If he’s from such a powerful family then why has he suffered all these years?Why are his parents not here to give him this news instead of Eve? Why are his parents not here to welcome him as a long-lost son? Landon wanted to know.Eve heard Landon’s question which caused the glint in her eyes to reflect a bit of sadness.“I’m sorry Young Master but your parents are no more…” Eve's next words seemed to have caused Landon to feel like an even colder water had washed over him. “Your mother died during your birth and then your father died only recently. Your father’s death is the only reason we are having this conversation early.”Landon was a bit sad to hear Eve’s words. He has always wanted the comfort of having parents from a young age. To be honest he was a bit glad to have hope that maybe this dream might come through after the sudden truth of his bloodline but those hopes were shattered as fast as they came.“What happened to my father? From the way you sounded…it was almost as if he had died an unexpected death.”Eve had just said that the reason she was having this conversation with him this early was because his biological father had just died recently.“Yes, you are right. Your father was murdered.”
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