Legacy of the Void Fleet-Chapter 86 - 83 The two trouble maker of the family

While Luna was filled with determination, Fafnir, who was comfortably sprawled across my lap, let out a lazy grunt—almost as if he was mocking her—before closing his eyes again, settling in for yet another nap.

Luna, who had definitely caught the mocking look the little white wolf had thrown her way, snapped.

"You—you little—!" she huffed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

But Fafnir, completely unbothered, simply kept his eyes shut, acting as if he hadn't heard her at all.

Luna's frustration grew with each second of being ignored. Her cheeks puffed out, her tiny fists clenched, and I could practically see the gears turning in her head.

Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, she lunged forward.

Before the little ah-hem white dog could react, she snatched him up in her small arms.

Fafnir's eyes snapped open, now gleaming with a mix of surprise and mild irritation. He squirmed, struggling to break free, but Luna only giggled triumphantly, holding him tighter.

"Hehe~ Little guy, you're in my hands now!" she teased. "Now let's see if you still dare to mock me!"

As a third party watching their little battle unfold, I couldn't help but twitch at the sight.

"Little Princess," I muttered, shaking my head. "You really don't know who you're playing with."

I then turned my attention to Fafnir, whose narrowed, rage-filled eyes locked onto mine.

I sighed internally and spoke to him through our direct bond.

"Don't look at me like that. You were the one who mocked her first. Now deal with your mess. It's up to you."

And with that, I turned my back, leaving the mighty Fafnir to his fate.

Luna, still giggling mischievously, tightened her hold on Fafnir and declared, "Now it's time for your punishment, little guy! Hehehe~"

With that, she started marching upstairs toward her room.

To me, her laughter sounded eerily like the devil's, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

Fafnir, meanwhile, let out a pitiful whimper, his squirming growing more frantic. He must have realized that his fate was sealed. He struggled, trying to break free from her grasp, but his efforts were in vain.

And why, you ask?

Because I had sealed his power.

I simply looked upward, ignoring his pleading cries through our bond.

"Hehehe, no one will help you now, Fafnir," Luna taunted, her voice full of glee. "You dared to mock this princess, so now I shall punish you!"

With that, she disappeared from my sight, and moments later, I heard the distinct sound of a door clicking shut.

Shaking my head, I turned to my parents—who were barely containing their laughter.

I sighed. Deeply.

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Then, looking at them, I said, "You both should get some rest too, Mother, Father. Today has been...a lot. A break might help you process the truth I've revealed."

I turned to leave but hesitated before glancing back at them.

"Can I go to my...well, this universe's Kallus' room?" I asked, my voice quieter this time.

Their laughter stopped immediately.

I watched as different emotions flickered across their faces—too fast for me to fully decipher. Then, after a brief pause, my mother coughed, regaining my attention.

Her voice, though calm, carried a warmth meant to reassure me.

"What do you mean, 'this universe's you'?" she said. "You and him are one and the same, aren't you? There's no need to hesitate, son. Go. That room is yours, after all."

She spoke firmly—almost as if she commanded it—before turning and heading toward her own room. My father simply nodded in agreement before following her, leaving me standing there alone.

I let out a long exhale—not out of regret or sadness, but at the sheer progress made today.

Shaking my head, I turned and made my way toward my room.

My room, which I remembered crystal clear, was on the upper floor—just like Luna's. In fact, her room was directly in front of mine.

As I walked up the stairs, I passed by her door, where I could hear the desperate cries of Fafnir mixed with Luna's giggles—giggles that sounded far too sinister for a six-year-old.

"Don't worry, Fafnir. You'll survive this…" I muttered internally, offering a silent prayer for the little white wolf.

Shaking my head, I arrived at my door.

I reached out, gripping the doorknob.

For a moment, I hesitated.

Then, taking a breath, I pushed it open and stepped inside.

—

My room was simple in every sense. No extravagant decorations. No unnecessary clutter.

Just a large bed, a sturdy study chair, and an open cabinet.

The walls were painted a deep navy blue, giving the space a calming yet vast feeling—almost like staring into the depths of space.

And there, on the walls, were designs of the Obliterator-class Dreadnought. Not the upgraded version enhanced by the Supreme Being, but the original Gen-1 model—a reminder that this universe's Kallus shared the same passion for spaceships as I did.

Around the room, various plastic models of ships were neatly displayed—some from famous movies, others built by my own hands.

I exhaled softly, running my fingers across my desk. It was spotless—so immaculately clean that I knew exactly who was responsible.

"Mom must've done this…"

A small, nostalgic smile formed on my lips.

Memories of the past washed over me—of a time when everything felt normal. A time that was now… long gone.

I sighed and lay down on my bed, closing my eyes.

For the first time in a while, I let my thoughts drift.

The past two months had been… eventful, to say the least.

And then, without even realizing it—despite being at full strength, despite not feeling even the slightest bit tired—

I fell asleep.

As if I hadn't slept in years.

The Next Day – 6:00 AM

I slowly woke up from what was, without a doubt, the most peaceful sleep I'd had in a long time.

It was the kind of deep rest that washed away everything—not just physical fatigue but even the lingering burdens that had weighed on me for so long.

I felt completely refreshed.

Not a hint of exhaustion clung to me, even though, ever since my soul had awakened, my new body and bloodline ensured that I never got tired—neither physically nor spiritually.

And yet, before this, there had always been something… off.

Like a leech, the weight of my past—of my burdens, my sadness—had been subtly gnawing at me.

But now?

It was gone.

I exhaled softly, allowing myself to savor this strange yet welcome lightness.

"Let's leave it at that."

I exhaled softly, allowing myself to savor this strange yet welcome lightness.

"Let's leave it at that."

There was no point in dwelling on what had already happened. The past was gone, and I had no intention of reliving it in my mind.

What mattered now was the present—and what lay ahead.

Stretching, I slowly climbed out of bed, letting out a small yawn as I did.

I slowly climbed out of bed, letting out a small yawn as I stretched my body. Another yawn escaped me as I began my usual light exercises. Only after that did I brush my teeth, freshen up, and step into the bath.

As I was halfway through my bath, I suddenly heard Luna's voice from outside the door.

"Brother, it's time for breakfast! Hurry up, Mother is calling!" she announced. Then, with a teasing tone, she added, "Sheesh, how did you become such a lazy brother in just two months? Is it because it's winter now? Are you, like a bear, feeling physiological changes and wanting to hibernate?" She burst into laughter, clearly enjoying herself at my expense.

Hearing her words from inside the bathroom, my mouth twitched, and my entire body trembled with frustration.

"Luna, you—you...!" I yelled. "I was just taking my bath! And what's with this bear and hibernation nonsense? You already call me a bear, and now this? You're even making me into a bear! Just you wait, Luna—I'll show you how I'll punish you!"

Determined, I hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in my towel, ready to chase after her. But before I could even take a step outside, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by laughter—Luna's giggles mixed with Fafnir's wolf-like chuckling.

"Haha! Brother, if you want to punish me, you'll have to catch me first!" Luna taunted from the other side of the door.

Before I could react, I heard the sound of quick footsteps—Luna dashing away, her laughter echoing through the hallway. Fafnir, ever the troublemaker, let out a low, amused growl before following after her, his paws thudding against the floor as he ran alongside her.

"Damn it, Luna! Even Fafnir is in on this? Just you wait!" I shouted.

I sighed, shaking my head as I ran a hand through my damp hair.

"That little troublemaker…"

Luna's laughter echoed from outside the room, her playful teasing lingering in the air. Even Fafnir, that little white menace, dared to chuckle along with her.

I exhaled, exasperated yet amused.

"She's getting bolder by the day."

Drying off quickly, I dressed and made my way downstairs, already plotting my revenge.