Vanguard of the Eternal Night

Ch121 - Meeting The Parents ?_>?

Chapter Ch121 - Meeting The Parents ?_>?

translator: xiin

editor: kara

By the end of the week, the provincial competition planet was completely deserted, but the port was very busy as all kinds of berthed airships flew out into the vast universe.

The port on Earth was even more bustling. A large number of fans and journalists had gathered together to greet the expected plane, forming a spectacular crowd in one area of the port.

It was a pity that they’d waited for a whole week without being able to see the most powerful champion of this year’s provincial competition.

Then came the news from the Third Star Province: Odin and Victor had appeared at a private port in the Third Star Province.

Everyone: “......”

The fans on the forum that day were like, “Eh? Have they gone to meet the parents?”

“I don’t accept this!!! Why not come back to Earth first? They actually went to Little Vic’s family first!”

“I’m angry too! My Earth District has finally produced a world-famous, beautiful, great demon king, yet as a result, he was whisked away by a shou from the Third Star Province! Wuaaaaaaah––this is an absolutely irreconcilable hatred!”

Tyron really had gone back to meet Victor’s parents.

The previous time, when he’d gone to the Third Star Province for the surgery, Mother Vic had gone off on a business trip by the time he’d finished the operation and rehab, so they hadn’t met yet.

This time, after the provincial competition had ended, there was still some time before the National Championships. No matter what, they should still go meet the parents––after all, they were already engaged, and there was a sense that they’d promised to get married without parental permission.

It was the first time for everything. The master assassin wasn’t familiar with traditional oriental social etiquette regarding meeting the parents. He asked about it several days in advance, “What do I need to prepare? What are the etiquette steps? What are the rules?”

Victor sat him down on the sofa, pondered for a while, and said, “Actually, I don’t have any experience...” How could he have had experience with this? He hadn’t even had time to break anyone’s heart before getting locked in by the old antique!

The two of them looked at each other, and after a while, they went to check the internet.

Victor was in charge of shopping, focusing on things that his parents liked. At the same time, he ordered, “It seems that you must say that they are presents that you’ve pondered about for a long time before buying and then put on a well-behaved act. My mommy hates glib people the most, so she will have positive feelings towards people who sit quietly and help with housework. My father, er, my father... is difficult to please. As long as you don’t lie in front of him, then whether or not he likes or dislikes you is up to luck...”

It even sounded hard.

The master assassin’s brows twisted, and he fell into a thoughtful meditation.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Mother Vic snuffed out the electronic cigarette and said to Father Vic, “Look at the great son you’ve raised.”

Father Vic smacked his lips and said, “This kid has been skilled since he was a child. It’s all inherited from me. Ah, hey, look at how he brought back a son from someone else’s home. How amazing!”

Mother Vic: “???” I’m talking about how our son’s a failure. What are you talking about?

Father Vic’s face was full of smiles. He saved the photo of Tyron that Victor had sent over into ‘My Favorites’, then walked briskly into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

A while later, the doorbell rang.

Mother Vic straightened her clothes, pressed the corners of her mouth into a frown, unleashed the momentum she reserved for the battlefield, prepared for a bloodbath, and opened the door.

When she opened the door, she saw an iceberg War God standing at the door with the same tense aura of preparing for battle.

The two of them looked at each other across the entrance for three seconds. At the same time, the temperature dropped to below zero, and the scent of gunpowder silently filled the air.

Two seconds later, Victor’s voice chimed in from further outside the door, the sound seeming both far and near, “How come you’re standing at the door? Is it my mommy who opened the door?”

Tyron was expressionless, “Mom.”

Mother Vic’s back was covered with countless goosebumps as she replied. She was still gnashing her teeth internally, filled with the indignation of a father-in-law when facing her son-in-law.

A few minutes later, Tyron moved a large number of gifts into the room by hand. In one corner of the living room was a hill of presents over one meter high, scaring Father Vic out of the kitchen.

Father Vic rubbed his hands and spoke happily, “Oh, you’re Tyron! Why are you so polite? What did you bring these gifts for? How about you give me an autograph instead?”

Mother Vic was very unhappy about the way he was acting so friendly with outsiders. Two streams of air gusted out of her nose as she spoke heavily, “Yes, this is the devil who stole away your son.”

Victor was particularly afraid of his mother’s anger. When he heard this tone, his steps immediately turned crooked. He squirmed his way behind his father and said, “I’ll... I’ll help with the cooking.”

Once again, only Mother Vic and Tyron were left in the living room.

Mother Vic: “My son has always had a weakness for pretty faces since he was a child. Haha, his father said that he would end up enamoured with a beautiful girl outside sooner or later. It’s just that we had never expected that it would end up being a pretty guy.” Don’t be complacent! My son is just attracted to your beautiful face!

Tyron: “Yes, the foundation of profound learning is inherited through the family. After all, both Father and Mother have good aesthetic judgement.”

This one sentence praised both of Victor’s parents. Mother Vic shifted on the sofa and crossed her legs the other way, completely suppressing any changes in expression.

Mother Vic continued, “Other than being attracted to beautiful appearances, he has many problems. His attention span is short, and he wants to learn everything, but he doesn’t want to settle. He’s also stubborn, and even nine bulls can’t pull him back. He’s also too idealistic, wanting to pull out a blade and help whenever he sees any injustice. Everything he does is too black and white, and he’ll suffer losses sooner or later...”

Ms. June’s personality was just like this. She would seldom praise others, and most of what she said was criticism.

At this time, she had an expression on her face that said ‘My son is so terrible. What to do!?’, but her eyes said the opposite, ‘What kind of skills exactly did you use to bewitch my son?!’.

Tyron’s expression was indifferent, and after listening to her, he replied, “Yes, I know all about it.”

Mother Vic’s expression changed again, and her heart was full of anger: I’m complaining about my son. What does that have to do with you? Is my son someone who you can disdain? Hmph!

Tyron continued, “I love every one of his problems, and I can’t help it either.”

Mother Vic was suddenly spirited again. She sipped her tea proudly, her heart full of triumph. She wanted to put up a flag on the roof to declare her son’s victory, and when she looked at Tyron, she reluctantly started to feel that he was somewhat acceptable.

A while later, the four of them gathered together at the table to eat. Victor automatically sat beside Tyron, and the two of them sat across from Mother Vic and Father Vic.

Mother Vic noticed that her son had automatically divided the camps, and her heart suddenly felt jealous and sour all over again. She looked at Tyron and said, “I heard that you’re not good at cooking. Our Victor isn’t good at it either, he grew up spoiled and pampered. It can’t be that after he marries out... gets married, he won’t be able to eat a nutritious meal every day, right?”

Tyron said, “Well, I’ll take care of him.”

Mother Vic hadn’t even had time to put on a ‘If you dare to treat him badly, I will kill you’ type of expression on her face when she saw Victor lean in shamelessly, his face so happy that it was like a blooming flower.

Mother Vic: “......” So angry! Was it so amazing to give a show of love? My husband is beside me too. This old lady will forcibly kiss him, do you believe it?!

As soon as Father Vic saw this, he knew that Ms. June was angry. He quickly served up a plate of stir-fried meat with green peppers, carefully picking out the green peppers one by one and placing all the meat in Mother Vic’s bowl.

Mother Vic had always been proud, but all the dishes that Father Vic made would be eaten, so she became angry at her bowl instead.

After a while, Father Vic looked at the situation at the table. In order to help his wife vent her anger, he poured the remaining half of the green peppers into Victor’s bowl.

Victor: “......”

This mother-and-son pair had the same eating habits. They never ate green peppers, but they liked the meat that was stir-fried with green peppers. So, green peppers had been a problem as big as the world for many years.

Victor: QAQ The fire at the city gate brings disaster to the fish in the pond! The gods fight, but mortals suffer! This world is so unfair!

Victor had tears in his eyes and was about to bear with this disaster when a hand suddenly stretched out from beside him.

Tyron quietly exchanged Victor’s food bowl with his own and calmly continued to eat from a bowl full of green peppers.

Victor: QAQ I’m so touched!

Father Vic: “......” This fellow! Must marry into our family! I finally don’t need to deal with all the green peppers by myself!!!

Mother Vic: “!!!” He actually ate it! He’s willing to eat green peppers for Little Vic! It seems to be true love...

After the meal, the AI robot came to clean the table.

Mother Vic frowned as she smoked electronic cigarettes, suddenly wanting to reluctantly admit that these two were truly in love.

However, she was too proud and would never verbally admit it. She wouldn’t even loosen her expression, so she kept her bad-tempered expression as she sat on the sofa with Tyron to chat.

Father Vic brought out a plate of watermelon, counted the number of slices, then did an inner calculation of the amount of food Mother Vic had eaten. Then, he said to Mother Vic, who was seated on the sofa, “You should probably stop at seven slices today, okay?”

Mother Vic gnawed on the e-cigarette and grumbled, “You’re micromanaging.”

Father Vic: “Do you want to have to get up in the middle of the night?”

Mother Vic conceded reluctantly, “Fine.”

Victor rushed up spontaneously and counted out seven pieces, taking away the rest, “Yeah!”

At this time, Father Vic turned to Tyron, “Let’s talk on the balcony. Don’t worry about this mother and son. Their IQs always decrease after eating, it’s hereditary, and there’s no cure.”

Tyron stood up, and Victor looked over nervously.

Father Vic: “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to your fiance. What kind of expression is that? Your father doesn’t even have the strength to truss up a chicken and has no attack power at all.”

Victor thought to himself: Being partial to good looks is also an incurable genetic hereditary disease! I can tell at a glance that you want an exclusively signed photo album! Mommy definitely doesn’t know that you’ve chased 13 male stars and 27 female stars this year already...