Chapter 1333: Grandma...

Eleanor left the auction house.

Her Master needed time to prepare for the formation of the first Trinity Pack, and during this period she released the three women to prepare for it as well.

The formation of the Trinity Pack concerned not only Geminia herself, the owner of the Dominion Core, but also the owners of her marks.

If the process was successful, the marks of all three women would mutate into Minor Dominion Cores, and each of them would have the opportunity to form their own Dominion Marks and create their own pack.

After leaving the forest of Doppelgangers, Eleanor arrived at her grandson’s house. She was aware of the mass teleportation and that her grandson, granddaughter-in-law, and the rest were busy with their own business, so she did not intend to interfere with them.

Her goal was to visit her young grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

After entering the house and before going up to the second floor, she stopped at a large mirror. In the reflection, she saw a young beauty in black, in whom she hardly recognized herself.

With the acquisition of the Domino Mark of her master, she ceased to be a human being.

She became a Doppelganger. Her new bloodline was unwittingly forcing her to take on Geminia’s form, and that was why she looked so much like her. It wasn’t her own wish. But only as a result of her new identity.

After standing for a while, she activated her copying ability, and her appearance began to undergo changes. Soon, in the mirror, Eleanor saw a woman she knew well. This was the same woman she had been before the changes that had happened to her.

Eleanor felt completely different in this familiar guise. More calm, more natural. It was as if she had lifted a weight off her shoulders and become herself. Although in reality it was just a copy of her former self, not her true self.

Her impassive, impassive face lit up with a slight smile.

"Well, it’s time to visit my beautiful great-grandchildren."

With these words, she went up to the second floor, where she encountered Bera, who was standing at the door of Anna and Richard’s bedroom, like a guardian ready to help.

"Bera," Eleanor said to her with a smile.

Bera, who was absorbed in her thoughts and did not notice Eleanor’s appearance, started in surprise.

However, when she realized who was in front of her, she smiled warmly.:

"Lady Eleanor."

Bera bore a striking resemblance to her granddaughter-in-law: the same long red hair and azure eyes. Only the facial features were slightly different from Arabel’s, which allowed others to distinguish them.

Since becoming Geminia’s student, Eleanor has learned a lot about the Doppelganger race and had the opportunity to communicate with many of them.

And among them, Bera and Ned stood out especially vividly.

Needless to say, Geminia herself thought highly of these two. She even called Ned her true firstborn, who had left her nest. And next, according to her, it should be Bera’s turn.

"Are you here to visit the children?"— Bera’s question brought Eleanor out of her reverie.

"Yes, I’m here to see my great-grandchildren," she replied.

"Okay, wait, please," Bera said and turned to the door.

She knocked gently, and the door opened a crack. Anna peeked out from behind the door, her face flushed and her hair wet.

"Is something wrong?"

Bera blinked in surprise, and then her nose began to sniff. In the next second, her eyes sparkled, and a wide, understanding smile appeared on her face.

"What kind of face is that?" Anna was indignant. "It’s not what you think it is."

"Heh-heh," he chuckled Bera and said, "Lady Eleanor came to visit the children."

"Oh!" — Anna’s eyebrows shot up. She looked out of the door and saw Eleanor behind Bera.

"Wait a little", she said and slammed the door.

After a while, Anna opened the door wide and invited Eleanor in.

"The children are still asleep, but they are about to wake up to eat"

Eleanor nodded and looked around the bedroom.

She didn’t notice anything unusual. Except Richard wasn’t there, and the bathroom door was closed.

She quietly approached the two cradles and turned her gaze to the two sleeping babies, who, as if striving for each other, pressed against the edges of their cradles, which caused emotion.

"Charming, isn’t it?" whispered Anna, and Eleanor nodded in response.

"These two feel each other’s presence, and as soon as they are separated for some distance, Isenna starts crying," Anna added. "She’s a real crybaby."

Eleanor did not notice how a joyful smile appeared on her face as she listened to these words.

Soon, as Anna predicted, the children woke up, as if on cue, and expressed a desire to refresh themselves.

Eleanor volunteered to help and took her great-grandson in her arms.

"By the way, Eleanor, did you have twins too?" Anna recalled, noticing the similarities between them.

"Yes," she nodded, without taking her eyes off her great—grandson, remembering her boys.

Remembering how small they were, and despite the external similarity, even then it was possible to notice the difference in their characters.

Involuntarily immersed in memories, she could not contain her sadness, realizing that her Damian was no longer among the living.

She missed him, her boy.

Anna, intending to continue the conversation, fell silent, noticing how a tear rolled down her interlocutor’s cheek.

After completing the process of feeding her grandson and paying attention to her granddaughter, Eleanor left them, after which, using the Access Portal, she returned to Oasis City, located on the Eastern Continent, to the garden of her estate.

One of Ned’s clones, known as Dark Ned, who was left to guard the portal, noticed her appearance and respectfully bowed his head.:

"Lady Eleanor."

"Lift your head, Ned," she said, and then, after a pause, she added: "And call me Grandma."

Dark Ned looked at her in surprise.

"You’re my grandson’s sworn brother, which means you’re also my grandson," Eleanor explained.

Dark Ned lowered his gaze and said softly:

"Grandma..."

Eleanor smiled with satisfaction and looked around.

"And where is my lovely Whitey?" she asked.

At that moment, a rift appeared in front of her, and a snow-white fox jumped out to meet her, happily wagging its tail.

"There you are!" — Eleanor smiled, hugging Whitey and enjoying the feel of her fluffy fur. Like her grandson, she had a soft spot for these foxes and never tired of hugging and caressing them.

After playing with Whitey, Eleanor let her go and returned to her mansion, where she found her son Adrian fully recovered from his wounds.

Adrian looked at the woman who entered with a look in which fatigue was mixed with amazement.

No matter how much he looked, he couldn’t get used to his mother’s rejuvenated appearance. He knew that his mother was beautiful when she was young, and seeing this beauty reach its peak was difficult for him, her son.

Mother and son silently contemplated each other.

"Young Master..." one of the two maids entered the living room, holding a tea tray in her hands. When she noticed her mistress, she froze for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.

"Madam, you have returned," she said, bowing respectfully.

Then, she silently placed the tray of cups on the coffee table and brewed tea. After that, bowing her head respectfully, she left the living room, leaving them alone.

"Let’s sit down," Eleanor broke the silence, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

Adrian followed her example and sat across from her.

They were silent for a while. Eleanor picked up the cup, but did not drink it.

"How are you feeling?" she finally asked.

"Recovered. Almost completely."

She nodded and took a sip of tea. Adrian looked down at the tea, which he hadn’t touched.

"So tell me this: who are you?" asked Eleanor, looking her son straight in the eye. "Who’s sitting in front of me right now?"

"Mom," Adrian couldn’t stand his mother’s gaze and lowered his eyes. "You know who I am."

"No, I do not know," Eleanor shook her head and demanded, "Tell me, who are you?"

"Adrian," he said his name.

"Not Damian?" asked Eleanor.

"No, not anymore," Adrian looked up and looked at his mother.

Eleanor’s fingers tightened on the handle of the cup.

"Adrian," she said softly. "You’ve always been one for me."

"I used to convince myself that I had to live my life for him. That it can at least partially..."

Adrian stammered and shook his head.

"But I didn’t do anything for him. I was just hiding behind his personality."

Eleanor carefully placed the cup on the table.

"And now?"

"Now I don’t want to."

She looked at her son carefully.

"And who do you want to be?"

Adrian smiled mirthlessly.

"So far, I only know who I’ve become. A naughty son. An unfaithful husband. A lousy father..."

"Adrian..."

"Let me finish, Mom. Please."

Eleanor stopped talking.

"It was easier for me to think about things that couldn’t be changed than to look at what I was doing to you." He paused before continuing. "I do not know how much more can be fixed. But I want to at least try."

"Are you talking about Idan?"

"Not just about him. And about you too."

Her face twitched.

"I found out about my grandson when he found me on his own."

"I know."

"No, you’ve known about him all this time. But I’m not."

Adrian lowered his head.

She didn’t say that she understood everything.

"I’m not asking you to forget about it," he said after a long silence.

"What do you want?"

He looked at her, and for the first time in the entire conversation, confusion flashed in his gaze.

"Just listen for now."

Eleanor nodded slowly.

"Then speak up, my son."