The General's Daughter: The Mission-Chapter 106: Island In The Middle Of A Lake

The words were light, but they struck harder than a confession.

And that was the moment the tension quietly detonated.

Because Ares realized something that sent a cold ripple through his chest.

He wasn’t standing beside a woman rediscovering history.

He was standing beside someone who believed history still belonged to her.

His gaze drifted toward the lake again, following the direction of Lara’s eyes.

The island sat in the middle of the lake like a piece of forgotten legend — cloaked in trees, distant, quiet.

Watching.

"Have you ever been to that island in the middle of the lake?" Lara suddenly asked.

"You mean, Isla," Liam supplemented.

"Yes, Isla."

There was a strange softness in her voice now. Nostalgia. Something older than memory.

Once, that small island had been far more than a sanctuary.

It had cradled Hevenfort — and her own manor, Helias, before marrying the first emperor of Azurverda.

A place where the Gabriella Guild — women who were once broken vases- transformed into the shiniest porcelain.

Where minds sharper than blades shaped inventions that changed the course of kingdoms. Masters like Hephaestus, her brother Peridur, and Gideon.

Ghosts of brilliance. Ghosts of power.

All of it buried now beneath forests, stone... and time.

"I’ve been there a few times," Logan said. "It’s a protected sanctuary now and an eco park. Rare migratory birds nest there every year."

He glanced at Liam.

"We even did some of our training there."

Lara’s gaze never left the island.

"Then... can I go there?"

The question sounded simple. But the way she asked it felt almost like a claim.

Before anyone else could respond, Ares spoke.

"Of course."

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation.

"I have a boat. It’ll take fifteen minutes at most."

His eyes briefly shifted to the direction of the estate, his tone softening.

"Shay would love a picnic there."

Liam nodded easily. "It’s quiet. Good place to relax."

But Logan didn’t speak. Because while everyone else saw a peaceful island...

Logan was watching Lara. And the way she looked at it was not like a visitor.

Not like someone curious.

But like a queen looking across the lake... at land that had once been hers.

...

The boat cut smoothly across the lake.

The water was calm, reflecting the pale sky like a sheet of glass. Behind them, the city faded into quiet distance, its noise swallowed by wind and water.

Ahead, Isla slowly grew larger.

At first glance, it looked untouched — a sanctuary of dense trees and tangled undergrowth, the kind of place nature had reclaimed completely.

But Lara sat very still as the island approached.

Her eyes moved slowly across the shoreline.

Searching. Remembering.

Something inside her chest tightened.

It was smaller than she remembered.

Or perhaps the world had simply grown around it.

"Not many people are allowed here," Liam said casually, steering the boat closer to the wooden docking posts. "Environmental protection zone."

Logan nodded. "Migratory birds start in the month of November until late March. Rare species."

Ares didn’t respond. His gaze had shifted to Lara again.

She wasn’t looking at the trees. She was looking through them.

As if the forest were only a thin curtain hiding something older.

The boat nudged gently against the dock.

Logan secured the rope while Liam stepped out first to test the planks.

Two park attendants assisted the children.

"Careful," he said. "Some parts of the trail are uneven."

Lara stepped onto the island last.

The moment her foot touched the ground—

Something stirred. A strange sensation spread through her chest.

Not pain but recognition.

Her gaze lifted slowly toward the forest.

...

Isla had long since been transformed into an eco-park.

Only a limited number of visitors were allowed each day, a rule strictly enforced to protect the delicate balance of the island’s ecosystem.

The sanctuary was designed to feel untouched.

Ancient trees stretched high into the sky, their branches weaving a natural canopy overhead. Moss-covered stones and winding gravel paths formed a rustic rock garden that blended seamlessly into the surrounding forest.

People came here to disconnect from the noise of the city.

To breathe. To walk barefoot on cool earth. To sit beside the lake and feel the quiet seep into their bones.

The accommodations followed the same philosophy.

Nothing flashy. Nothing artificial. Just carefully crafted simplicity.

Guests could choose between bamboo cabins of different sizes, cozy countryside cottages, or camping tents pitched beneath the trees.

The structures were simple in their rustic design — bamboo frames, woven walls, wide windows that welcomed the breeze.

Ares had reserved the largest bamboo cabin.

Naturally.

But Shay had other ideas.

"I want to camp!" she declared excitedly the moment they arrived.

Despite the comfortable cabin waiting behind them, Shay insisted on pitching a tent in the open camping area right in front of it.

Ares didn’t object.

The small clearing overlooked the lake, and the afternoon breeze carried the fresh scent of water and trees.

"Shay, sweetie," Scarlet said in her sweetest voice, kneeling beside the girl. "How about we pitch the tent together?"

Over the past few days, Scarlet had realized something important.

Shay was the key.

Ares might appear distant toward her, but when it came to his daughter, his entire demeanor softened.

If she wanted to find her way back into his life...she had to win Shay first.

Scarlet’s smile remained gentle, but inside, her thoughts were far from innocent.

Because she had also discovered something else. Something shocking.

Ares wasn’t the ordinary man she remembered.

Back in high school and college, he had been quiet. Simple. Almost unremarkable.

He once told her his family was just middle-class.

Not poor, but certainly not wealthy.

But the man standing here now...owned a private jet, a helicopter, a mansion in the most exclusive district of the capital, and this sprawling estate in Laguna.

Scarlet could barely comprehend the scale of it.

Which meant only one thing.

Ares had been hiding his true identity back then.

Pretending.

And now that she knew the truth—