SSS Talent: From Trash to Tyrant Chapter 573: Blood Kept Quiet

Silas’s inquiry left the hallway in a hush.

"Am I departing?"

Lunea reacted first, bending her posture slightly so she was not towering over him. "Not in that manner, Silas. Nobody is discarding you."

Silas clutched the blanket more firmly around his shoulders.

Trafalgar observed the young boy for a span before speaking. "We are endeavoring to locate a sanctuary where your safety can be better assured."

Silas directed his gaze towards him. "In his company?"

His small eyes flickered towards Arthur.

Arthur interjected before any others could voice a response.

"Only if you are inclined to ascertain more beforehand. No one will be relocated today without your express consent."

That appeared to offer some solace, though not entirely.

Alena, who had maintained silence until this juncture, turned towards Trafalgar with a posture of restraint.

"Trafalgar, might I engage you in a private conversation?"

Trafalgar inclined his head in assent.

Cynthia cast a glance at him, the clear desire to pose a question evident, but Trafalgar’s expression halted her. Lunea grasped the same implication and gently guided Silas toward the chamber where Arthur awaited.

"Come, Silas. Let us converse with Mister Arthur for a brief period."

Silas paused at the threshold, then glanced back at Trafalgar.

"Will elder brother accompany me?"

Trafalgar’s expression softened infinitesimally.

"I shall remain here."

This reassurance was sufficient for him to follow Lunea inside.

Alena guided Trafalgar into a more diminutive office situated toward the rear of the orphanage. The room contained a sparse desk, shelves laden with aged records, and a narrow window admitting the waning afternoon light. She carefully secured the door before turning her attention back to him.

Her dark horns caught the subdued illumination as she lowered her head.

"Lord Trafalgar, I shall be candid. Your actions bear urgency, and it is evident you possess knowledge regarding Silas that eludes us. If I am to permit this undertaking to commence, I require comprehension as to its impetus."

This was an anticipated query.

Alena was not Lunea. Lunea embodied the warmth of the establishment, the daily provision, the hands that offered sustenance and mended injuries. Alena bore the burden of critical decisions. If anyone within these walls merited a share of the truth, it was she.

"Silas may have already manifested his mana," Trafalgar stated.

Alena’s brow furrowed. "That is improbable. He is an orphaned child, Lord Trafalgar. Children in his circumstances seldom awaken so early. They lack the requisite resources, tutelage, or lineage support for such an event."

"That holds true for ordinary children."

Alena became immobile.

Trafalgar’s voice dropped in volume.

"What I am about to impart is of paramount importance and must be preserved in absolute confidence. Should I ascertain that this information has breached the confines of this room, repercussions will ensue."

Alena’s countenance shifted subtly, not in defiance, but in the ingrained apprehension of one who now comprehended she was not merely conversing with a young man.

Trafalgar proceeded.

"I hold respect for your position relative to Bartholomew and Cynthia. I am aware they regard you as kin." His tone remained measured, which amplified the gravity of his words. "However, if this secret were to disseminate, I possess the capacity to ensure that nothing connected to you would remain standing."

Alena swallowed.

For a woman who had previously teased him in the courtyard without trepidation, she now appeared acutely conscious of the lineage seated opposite her.

"I comprehend," she replied softly. "You need have no concern. I shall maintain silence." Her hands joined, clasped more tightly than before. "My sole desire is to gain further insight into that boy's circumstances."

Trafalgar regarded her long enough to be satisfied.

Then, he spoke.

"Silas carries a draconic bloodline."

Alena brought both hands to her mouth.

The reaction was immediate, visceral, impossible to conceal. The name alone carried immense weight. Dragonic lineage was not a matter for orphanage logs, nor for a child gazing out windows while others engaged in play.

"A dragon..." she whispered.

"Indeed."

Alena slowly lowered her hands. "And you are certain?"

"I am."

"How?"

Trafalgar offered no explanation regarding the ring; he had no intention of divulging that secret in addition to this one.

"I possess methods for identifying bloodlines."

Alena accepted this after a brief pause. With an individual such as Trafalgar, certain revelations would remain undisclosed unless he elected to reveal them.

"Do you intend to exploit him?" she inquired.

Trafalgar’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"No."

The reply was delivered with a coolness she had not anticipated.

"My intent is not to harm the boy. Had I desired a mere instrument, I would not have brought Arthur through the main entrance and initiated a formal process before your eyes."

Alena lowered her head. "Pardon me. I felt compelled to ask."

"I understand."

His gaze drifted towards the closed door.

"Silas is connected to my past. More precisely, to my lineage. That is the extent of my disclosure for the present. Should he remain here without adequate guidance and that bloodline awakens uncontrollably, he risks harming himself or others inadvertently."

Alena’s expression tightened with distress at this juncture.

"That is why you seek his relocation."