The Invincible Young Master-Chapter 214 - Siblings

A cold chill swept through the group, and panic spread like wildfire. The commander’s face tightened, a deep worry settling heavily in his chest.

"What do we do, Commander?" one soldier asked. "Should we search for him?"

The commander took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay calm. This was no time for panic.

He shook his head firmly.

"We stick to the plan," he said. "We follow the instructions. We head to the temple. I’m confident we’ll find Lord Reynold there. We cannot stray from the path."

While the group steadied themselves, a different scene unfolded deep within the forest.

Reynold stood alone, surrounded by the thick, oppressive greenery. His gaze swept across the forest, noting the towering trees that seemed to close in on him. He had expected this.

"Hmph... it seems it was inevitable that I’d be separated," Reynold muttered to himself.

He wandered through the dense underbrush, his footsteps soft on the forest floor. Even from here, the massive structure of the temple was visible. He had to go there but for some reason, Reynold didn’t rush.

His thoughts were scattered, drifting, as his feet carried him deeper into the wilderness, farther from the others.

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Then, as though summoned by the very air, a familiar voice broke the stillness.

"Brother, she’s bullying me again!"

Reynold froze. The voice was unmistakable. Spark. His little brother.

He turned around, but before he could take another step, a thick mist rolled in from nowhere, enveloping him entirely.

The world around him blurred and faded into nothingness. The comforting sounds of the forest disappeared, replaced by the sharp scent of burning firewood.

The mist parted, and Reynold found himself no longer in the valley. The surroundings had changed completely.

He stood in a cozy room, bathed in the warm, flickering glow of a fireplace. Snowflakes drifted gently outside the window, blanketing the world in a soft whiteness.

Beside him, a small boy, no older than five, clutched his sleeve, his tiny face scrunched in annoyance.

It was Spark, looking exactly as he had all those years ago. The boy tugged at Reynold’s sleeve, his big eyes wide with concern.

"Brother, she’s being mean again," Spark whined.

Before Reynold could respond, a voice came from the shadows of the room. "Boo!"

A small figure stepped out of the dim light, her exaggerated, wobbly walk making her look even smaller.

She wore a crude, misshapen mask, and her voice was high-pitched, trying to sound intimidating as she spoke.

"I’ll take you to the Dark Realm!" she threatened, her tone playful but serious in a child’s way.

Reynold couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It was Silica, his younger sister, always the trickster.

"Brother, she’s here!" Spark’s voice trembled as he clutched Reynold’s sleeve tighter, his small frame shaking with unease.

"Silica, you really shouldn’t scare your little brother like that." advised Reynold.

Hearing the reprimand, Silica huffed, dramatically pulling off her ugly mask and tossing it aside.

"It’s because he won’t come with me to explore my secret hideout," she pouted, hands on her hips.

Reynold’s smile softened, his voice gentle. "Still, you know your brother doesn’t like dark places."

Silica gasped in disbelief, eyes widening comically. "How do you know? Have you found my secret spot?"

"I have my ways."

Silica immediately turned her attention to Spark, who was still tucked behind Reynold’s legs. "Did you tell him?"

Spark shook his head meekly, avoiding her gaze. "N-No,"

"Hmph!" Silica huffed, crossing her arms.

"Fine, I’ll find a new spot, and I won’t tell either of you!" she announced, spinning on her heel before stomping toward the door in a flurry of frustration.

"Silica, wait-" Spark called after her.

But the door slammed shut behind her, and a heavy silence fell over the room. Spark’s eyes lingered on the door for a moment, then turned upward, wide with concern.

"Brother, won’t you go look for her?"

Reynold paused, as if struck by a sudden realization. Then, as if the thought had just occurred to him, he stood up.

"I’ll go," he said, the words coming out before he had time to think.

He walked to the door, pushing it open to the cold of the winter air. His eyes immediately picked out a trail of footprints in the fresh snow.

Without hesitation, he followed.

The deeper he walked, the thicker the snow seemed to fall.

As he continued to follow the tracks, he suddenly heard a scream filled with terror.

"Brother!"

Without thinking, Reynold broke into a sprint. He ran faster, the snow crunching beneath his boots as the trees around him blurred by.

He pushed forward until he burst through the tree line.

There she was, frozen in place, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at a massive white bear, its claws raised high, ready to strike.

Without hesitation, Reynold moved. He was there in an instant, his left hand locking around the bear’s massive claw. The beast struggled, but Reynold didn’t flinch.

The bear’s other claw slashed toward him, but it was futile. The swipe didn’t even graze him. Reynold’s eyes hardened as he tightened his grip on the beast’s claw.

"Close your eyes, Silica,"

With a single motion, Reynold raised his right hand, fingers spread wide, preparing to strike. He would end the beast’s life swiftly, sparing his sister from witnessing any bloodshed.

But just as he was about to act, a voice echoed through his mind.

"Marquis, wake up!"

The words reverberated through his skull like a hammer strike, and for a brief moment, everything froze.

Reynold’s eyes darted around in alarm, searching for the source of the voice, but the world around him began to shift. The snow faded, dissolving into mist, and the cold, wintry scene vanished.

Where the bear had once stood, he now found himself holding a person’s hand. A masked man struggled in his grasp, and the situation had completely changed.

He let go of the man’s hand, stepping back in confusion.

A voice, feminine and calm, spoke again from the side. "You’re awake, Marquis."

Reynold turned to find Princess Ling Yan standing nearby.

He straightened, shaking off the lingering disorientation.

"Thank you for your timely intervention, Princess," he muttered. "I ashamed, I fell for such a petty trick."