After the officers left the room, Trevor lay back down on the bed and took the opportunity to organize his thoughts, murmuring to himself, "Lucius? I don't remember anyone with that name… not in either life," before letting out a quiet sigh and resigning himself to the only thing he could do — wait, and hope the police had believed what he'd told them.
Time passed quickly for Trevor, and before he realized it, the door to the room opened again and a man stepped inside, wearing a brown suit with a green tie, his gray hair cut short and a rough, unshaven beard framing his face, his blue eyes — exactly like Trevor's — softening the moment they found the boy.
He slowly approached the bed and said, "Boy… my name is Lucius Belmont. Your grandfather. I came as quickly as I could."
Trevor blinked in surprise. "Grandfather? I… don't remember you."
Lucius nodded slowly. "Because of certain family matters, I've been away for a long time. But that's over now." He crossed his arms and continued, "I'll be taking you with me to our family's homeland."
Trevor remained silent for a few seconds before managing, "I… don't know what to say."
Lucius replied with a faint smile, "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you," then paused briefly before adding, "And we'll make up for the time we've lost." After that, his expression grew serious again. "Now I need you to get ready. We're going to the funeral… and after that, we'll go home."
Trevor's heart skipped a beat — with everything that had happened, he had almost forgotten about the funeral — and with a saddened expression, he simply nodded.
Lucius picked up a small bag and said, "Well, I brought some clothes for you," placing them on the bed. "I'll leave them here and wait outside." It was a small black suit with a red tie, and at last Trevor would wear something other than a hospital gown — though the circumstances were far from pleasant. He quickly put on the shirt and pants, but when it came time to tie the tie, the trouble began: he tried one way, then another, but it ended up looking more like a knotted shoelace than anything resembling a proper knot.
With a sigh, Trevor stepped out of the room, where Lucius was leaning against the wall beside the door, and when his grandfather turned his head and saw the state of the tie, he burst out laughing. "Haha! I should have expected this." Trevor's face flushed red with embarrassment, but before he could say anything, Lucius stepped closer and calmly undid the strange knot Trevor had made. "First, you let the longer side hang lower… about knee level," he demonstrated patiently, "then you cross it over… under… through… and pull." In just a few seconds, the tie was perfectly arranged, and Trevor looked genuinely impressed. "Got it?"
Trevor wanted to say yes, but the more he tried to understand what his grandfather had just done, the more complicated it seemed, and in the end he simply nodded with the expression of someone who had clearly understood nothing at all.
Lucius laughed again and said, "Haha, don't worry. You'll have time to learn when you're older," then gestured down the hallway. "Now come. I've already arranged your discharge, and your things are packed."
The two of them walked out of the hospital together, and the funeral passed quickly for Trevor — everything felt distant, unreal — as he and his grandfather remained until the end of the ceremony, standing before two gravestones: the first reading Joseph Belmont — Beloved father and son, and the second, Maria Belmont — Beloved mother and daughter.
At that moment, the pieces finally came together in Trevor's mind — his father had died when he was still very young, and now his mother was gone too — and a tight pain formed in his chest.
Suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder. Lucius. "It's alright, Trevor. You're not alone."
Trevor didn't respond; he simply nodded, remembering his mother's last words: Be strong, Trevor.
Before he realized it, he was sitting by the window of a private airplane, the Belmont family emblem painted on the fuselage outside.
"Trevor." He heard his grandfather's voice and looked away from the window to find Lucius seated across from him. "I know this is difficult… but I need you to tell me what really happened that night." He looked directly into his grandson's eyes. "And I need the truth. Not what you told the police."
Trevor was surprised — he hadn't expected his grandfather to see through his lie so quickly — and after a deep breath, he began to speak. "It was night… when I heard noises coming from downstairs." His hands tightened slightly as he continued, "I went to see what was happening… and I saw Mom fighting two huge werewolves." He paused for a moment, as if reliving the scene. "I got scared and made a noise… one of them heard me and started coming toward me." Trevor took another breath. "To protect me, Mom attacked him with the whip… but that allowed the other werewolf to wound her." His voice grew quieter. "Even so… she managed to throw the one who attacked her into the other." He lowered his gaze and said, "She told me to run… while she handled the two of them." Trevor closed his eyes briefly before finishing, "So I ran… I ran as far as I could… until I passed out."
Lucius listened in silence, his face serious, his hands gripping the fabric of his pants so tightly that his fingers tensed, and after a few seconds he let out a long sigh. "Alright." He looked out the window for a moment before adding, "I'll place a bounty on those two werewolves in the Boston region." Then he turned back to Trevor and asked, "Did you notice anything distinctive about them?"
Trevor shook his head. "No… they were moving too fast." He thought for a moment. "The only thing I remember clearly were their eyes. They were red… glowing in the dark."
Lucius frowned. "Red?" He tilted his head slightly. "Both of them?"
"Yes," Trevor nodded. "They were so red they almost shined."
Lucius fell silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "Trevor… do you know the story of our family?"
Trevor nodded. "Yes. Mom used to tell me stories before bed."
Lucius crossed his arms and said, "The Belmont family comes from an ancient line of hunters. We have fought the creatures of darkness for centuries." He looked directly at his grandson. "It is our duty to protect humanity from those creatures." He paused briefly. "That is the duty of a Belmont." Then he placed a hand on Trevor's shoulder, his voice growing firmer. "Your mother lived as a true Belmont. She fought until the very end to protect the ones she loved." He squeezed the boy's shoulder gently. "So don't let her sacrifice be in vain." Trevor held his gaze steady as Lucius continued, "Become someone like her. Become someone like the ancestor whose name you carry." A faint smile crossed his face. "Someone who protects others."
Trevor nodded — even without knowing if he could live up to his grandfather's expectations, he would not let his mother's sacrifice be meaningless.
Lucius leaned back in his seat and said, "Well," pointing toward the window, "we're heading to Romania."
Trevor blinked.
"The homeland of the Belmont family," Lucius finished. "From today on, you'll live there with me." He crossed his arms again. "And I will train you to become a true Belmont."
Trevor nodded slowly — it was still strange to think about that world of Castlevania, even stranger to be part of the Belmont clan — but if he wanted to become like his mother, he would have to train, and with a new determination rising in his chest, he prepared himself for this new chapter of his life.
Lucius then asked, "By the way… how old are you now?"
"Eleven, Grandpa."
Lucius smiled faintly and said, "How quickly time passes," and just as his grandfather had said, time did pass quickly — soon the plane began to descend, and they had finally arrived in Romania, the new home of Trevor Belmont.
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