Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

The moment Aengus's fingers connected with his skin, Vansing's vision blurred. A flood of images surged into his mind, vivid and overwhelming. They depicted a man whose face felt achingly familiar, yet distant, like a half-remembered dream.

Slowly, the man's face became clear—it was his father, the very man whose painting he had been gazing at just moments ago.

The man appeared lonely, wounded, and helpless, betrayed by the very allies he had trusted. He had been brutally ambushed, yet he managed to survive in a lower world. There, he met Aengus, whom he chose as his heir in the final moments of his life. However, the vision did not reveal how he had died—especially not by Aengus's own hand.

Everything was playing out exactly as Aengus intended.

Aengus could have killed Vansing right then and there, but he had made a promise to Emperor Dimitri—to protect his wife and child.

But for that to happen, Vansing needed to know the truth.

The next vision shattered his reality. His so-called mother was not who she claimed to be. Her true form was revealed—a completely different person, an old, hideous hag with bloodstained teeth. Morgana.

His real mother was somewhere else… or perhaps, she had been killed long ago.

The scenes unfolded with such clarity that Vansing's breath caught in his throat. His eyes became bloodshot with madness as he gradually realized the truth.

Aengus retracted his fingers, watching Vansing with satisfaction.

"This is… How did this happen? Father died due to betrayal, and my mother… Where is she? Is she also dead?" Vansing asked in a desperate tone.

"That, I don't know. But it's true—your mother has been impersonated by the very people who murdered your father."

Aengus's words sent shockwaves through the room. Even the protectors, who had been by the Emperor's side for years, were stunned.

"My Emperor, is everything you said true? Empress Fiona was impersonated all along? And we weren't even aware?" Hog asked, his voice trembling.

"Yes. It's all true. There is a massive conspiracy at play."

"What!?"

The revelation left them utterly speechless. The impersonation had been executed so flawlessly that even they, the Empire's Ancient protectors, had been fooled for ages too.

Just what level of dedication and power was required to pull off such a feat?

The thought alone was mind-blowing.

Bang!

Just then, Myria burst through the door with a loud bang, her face cold and expressionless as usual.

From the looks of it, she had already heard the truth from her father.

She walked straight up to Aengus and demanded bluntly, "SHOW ME!"

"Sure…"

Aengus complied, but this time, his eyes glowed with a mythical red light, projecting everything he had previously shown to Vansing.

Now, everyone in the room saw the truth with their own eyes.

The desperate, regret-filled gaze of Emperor Dimitri replayed over and over in Myria's mind. For the first time in her life, a single tear escaped her eye—something she had been forbidden to shed by her grandmother long ago. The coldness in her heart began to crack, emotions surfacing for the first time.

"Is this why that witch forced me to abandon my mother as well? Because of her, I was deprived of my mother's love. Just what does she want from us!?" Myria's voice trembled with fury, her entire body shaking as an overwhelming rage coursed through her.

Along with her anger, a deathly aura manifested around her, coiling with malicious intent.

"Yes, I get it now. But we must calm down, Myria," Vansing said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "We have to tread carefully from now on. We are no longer under her manipulation, but if we act recklessly, we'll only fall into greater danger. We need to find a way to get our revenge… and end this once and for all."

Vansing turned to Aengus and the Ancient Protectors.

"Thank you for revealing the truth, young man. And don't worry, I will relinquish my throne and give it to you. I am a failure, after all."

With that, he turned to leave, unwilling to ask for help after everything that had happened. He still wanted to keep some dignity for himself.

This made Myria anxious. How could she and her father face the enemies alone? They had no trustworthy allies left after learning the truth.

Even the Five Heads of Law Enforcement were now on the enemy's side.

She turned to the one man who could be their only hope—the rightful Heir of Kievan. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

To her relief, Aengus stopped her father just in time.

"Wait!" Aengus' voice boomed, halting Vansing in his tracks.

He continued, his tone filled with disdain, "Do you think it's that simple? You think you can face them all by yourself? You should know by now that no one will willingly join your side the moment they realize they'd be going against her. She has likely seized control of everything, while you were merely a puppet to maintain appearances."

Aengus' eyes gleamed coldly as he declared, "We need to work together and take them all down in a single, decisive surprise attack."

"Yes, Vansing. The Heir is right," Hog added earnestly. "You can't face them alone. But if we work together, we can uproot them completely. The enemy maybe vast in number, but together, we can bring them all down."

Myria also pleaded, "Yes, Father. If we face them so recklessly, we will gain nothing. We need their help," she said, glancing at Aengus. "Otherwise, we won't accomplish anything. Please..."

Hearing his daughter's plea, Vansing finally turned around with resignation.

He faced Aengus, the young man he had deemed his enemy until now.

Never in his life had he imagined they would be working together to bring down their mutual enemy.

Taking a deep breath, Vansing lowered his head and spoke with solemnity.

"Alright... Please help us this time, My Emperor. For this, we will be eternally loyal to your lineage." He bowed deeply, leaving everyone speechless for a moment because of the Vow.

Aengus studied him for a second before nodding.

"Very well. We accept your allegiance. And I will bring justice to those under my care," he declared, his face resolute with unyielding determination.

Myria, usually uncaring of oposite genders, looked at Aengus in a new light. Her heart felt a strange tingling Sensation.