Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

I observed as everything around me distorted, enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations and emotions. When I finally regained composure, I found myself in a training field, with my father staring at me intently. His words echoed in the air: "Draw your sword."

My father's words resonated in the training field, filling the air with a palpable intensity. Just as I was about to draw my sword, I remembered that my mother still had it in her possession. With a quick gesture, I directed my gaze towards where the training swords were in a corner of the room.

Focusing my mind and will, my dark aura began to emanate from my hands, forming fine threads of shadow that extended towards the training swords. With a subtle whisper, the sword materialized in my hands, as if responding to my call.

Despite my confusion, I chose to push forward and obey my father's instructions. I watched as he nodded in response, and I noticed he also wielded a sword in his hands. "Let's begin," he declared with determination.

The instant he uttered those words, everything around us began to tremble like jelly, while an immense pressure bore down on my body. With quick instinct, I activated my aura, allowing the black flames to shine around me. Although this display of power greatly lessened the weight I felt on my shoulders, the intense pressure persisted, as if I were being subjected to an unstoppable force.

I breathed deeply, focusing my mind and energy on resisting the pressure, aware that this was only the beginning of what would surely be a challenging and demanding ordeal. Looking at my father, still in the same position as before, staring at me, I understood that he would only defend against any attack I made.

Smiling, I swiftly activated my shadow step, disappearing from my position, attacking from his back, my aura growing stronger.

Boomm!!

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Roberto felt a shiver run down his spine as he perceived the fierce gaze of Anthony's mother, who seemed to focus on a specific point with an intensity that unsettled him. The house occasionally trembled violently, indicating the magnitude of the unleashed energy in the place. If it were an ordinary house, it would have been reduced to rubble by now, down to its foundations.

After some tense moments, two people appeared inside the office. Or, more precisely, one and a half. Anthony's body was there, unconscious, but with a persistent smile on his face, further puzzling the situation. Anthony's mother, upon seeing her son in that state, approached him with determination.

She took a high-quality bottle from her ring and proceeded to administer the liquid it contained orally.

The effect of the liquid was instantaneous. Anthony awoke from his stupor, his eyes slowly opening to reveal an expression of surprise and confusion upon finding himself in this unfamiliar environment. However, clarity soon dawned upon him, and Anthony's mother approached him with evident concern on her face.

"How do you feel?" she asked, her voice soft and worried. Anthony looked deeply at her before responding with a smile, "It was amazing." His gaze then turned to his father, whose eyes also gleamed with pride at his son's progress in this short period of time.

Noah Von Valeriano smiled somewhat satisfied with his son's achievements. During their brief skirmish, he was pleasantly surprised by his son's swordsmanship, although still clumsy, it had undoubtedly improved significantly. It had only taken him six months to surpass his sister, an accomplishment that did not go unnoticed by him.

Anthony's mother, however, seemed torn between joy for her son's success and a deeper concern. Her gaze shifted between her son and her husband, seeking a connection that perhaps was beyond words. Noah, noticing his wife's look, gently shook his head.

"We've already said all we needed to say," he stated calmly. "Don't worry," he added, trying to reassure her. She simply nodded in response, allowing a significant silence to fill the space between them.

Anthony also gained a lot from this battle, both in terms of personal growth and clarity in his memories. As the fog of confusion lifted, the troublesome moments where the real Anthony had caused havoc began to make sense.

In each of those moments, his father Noah was present, taking all the blame and facing the consequences in his son's place. However, the constant presence of the corrupt girl sowed seeds of doubt in his mind, making him feel alone and helpless. His father broke down until the real Anthony tried to rape his friend's daughter.

It was at that moment that the mother Anthony cried uncontrollably in his arms. Noah and Anthony, in addition to fighting in battle, had a long conversation.

After that heart-to-heart conversation, Anthony assumed full responsibility for the past mistakes of the real Anthony and sincerely apologized to his father, just as he did to his mother. He then shared with his father details about his journey into the forest, and how he met Elsa, Ema's family, and finally, Lysandra. When he mentioned Lysandra, his father's eyes lit up with interest.

"She's a dragon, isn't she?" he asked seriously. Anthony nodded in response, saying, "I'm aware, but her memories are blurry, and she doesn't remember where she comes from," he explained honestly. His father sank into his thoughts for a moment before posing the next crucial question: "Do you love her?"

Anthony didn't hesitate to answer with a smile, "Of course. Lysandra is mine." His father nodded in approval and assured him that he had no issue with it, as long as there was genuine love involved. Additionally, he mentioned something that pleasantly surprised Anthony: "He even said that if she were a commoner, he wouldn't intervene."

This assertion puzzled Anthony. "Isn't lineage supposed to be important?" he asked, confused. His father looked at him for a moment before explaining, "The lineage of dragons is truly powerful. In fact, my mother was a commoner.

My father fell in love with a peasant from our town." This revelation made Anthony reflect on perceptions and prejudices related to lineage, and it made him appreciate even more his father's open-minded and compassionate mindset.