SSS Talent: From Trash to Tyrant-Chapter 342: A Necessary Conversation [IV]

The question was direct, offered without pressure. It carried the understanding that what came next would not be easier, only heavier.

Trafalgar turned his head toward her immediately.

"No," he said, the answer coming without hesitation. He pushed himself up slightly on the bed, resting his weight on his elbows, eyes sharp and focused in a way they had not been before. "We’re not stopping now." His voice was calm, but there was control in it, the kind that came from deciding something inwardly and refusing to step back from it. "You said you’d answer my questions. I’m taking you at your word."

He drew in a slow breath, then continued, steering the conversation himself.

"Let’s talk about my mother," he said. "Since we’re already circling her."

His hand moved unconsciously, fingers brushing against his chest as if the memory of weight lingered there. "She left me an item. You know which one." His gaze lifted to meet Rhosyn’s. "The black armor. Unborn Star." A brief pause followed. "I call it Obsidian Wings."

The name sat between them, heavy with meaning.

"She was called the Primordial Mother," Trafalgar went on. "That isn’t a title you give lightly." His eyes narrowed slightly. "What does it mean?"

Rhosyn answered without delay.

"Your mother was the heir of the Primordial Bloodline," she said.

The words did not rise or fall. They were stated as fact, firm and unmoving, like something carved rather than spoken.

"In this world, there are families that stand above others," Rhosyn continued. "And above even those, in the past, there are only a few figures whose authority is acknowledged by the bloodlines themselves. Governors. Not rulers in the political sense, but existences that shape continuity." Her gaze remained steady. "Your mother was chosen to become one of them. She was meant to lead the next generation."

She paused, then spoke again, her voice quieter, though it did not lose its clarity.

"She was kind," Rhosyn said. "Gentle, even when carrying responsibilities that would have broken others. She was a devoted daughter, and she understood what her role demanded." Her eyes lowered briefly before returning to him. "Primordial Mother is a hereditary title. It passes from heir to heir within our bloodline. It is not symbolic. It is a position that carries expectation, authority, and sacrifice."

Trafalgar listened without interrupting.

"She died trying to save you," Rhosyn said simply.

There was no emphasis in the sentence. No attempt to soften it. The truth stood on its own.

"The armor she left behind..." Rhosyn continued. "It was created for her unborn child. A gift prepared before your birth." Her gaze met his fully. "For you."

The room felt heavier after that, as if the air itself had thickened around the words. Legacy pressed in quietly, not as an abstract idea, but as something personal and unavoidable. It carried the weight of a choice made before he could ever speak, before he could ever understand what would be asked of him.

Trafalgar said nothing.

He absorbed it in silence, jaw set, eyes steady. The inheritance he carried was no longer distant or theoretical. It had a face now, a history shaped by blood and intent rather than chance.

Whatever he had been meant to carry, it had already been placed in his hands.

Trafalgar broke the silence first.

"How do you know the armor so well?" he asked. His voice was steady, stripped of accusation, but there was no mistaking the weight behind the question. "Unborn Star. Obsidian Wings. You speak about it like you were there."

Rhosyn did not answer immediately.

When she did, there was a faint curve to her lips, though it carried no warmth. It was a restrained expression, fragile in a way that suggested it might shatter if held too long.

"I was there," she said. "When it was created."

The words landed softly and still managed to carry force.

"I was your mother’s apprentice," Rhosyn continued. "I stayed at her side. I learned from her." Her gaze lowered for a moment before returning to him. "She was my guide as well."

Understanding settled slowly. Simply another truth finding its place among the others.

"I see," Trafalgar said.

He drew in a breath and shifted his posture, squaring his shoulders slightly. The tone of the room changed with him, as if he had decided something internally and the space was forced to adjust.

"Alright," he said. "We’re changing pace." His eyes fixed on hers. "I want short answers now. No detours."

Rhosyn inclined her head once.

"Why me?" Trafalgar asked.

"You were the most compatible."

"Was I chosen," he continued, "or was I simply available?"

"You were chosen."

"If someone else had been more suitable," he asked, "would it have been them instead of me?"

"Yes."

Trafalgar nodded once, accepting it without comment.

"Am I still the same person I was before?"

Rhosyn did not hesitate. "You have always been Trafalgar." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

His gaze sharpened slightly.

"Then why do I have memories," he asked, "and emotions that belonged to the original Trafalgar?"

"Adaptation," she replied. "You had to adjust to the body and to this world. I could not give you everything. My power has limits. And you can’t come into this world blind either; I had to give you some information somehow."

He exhaled slowly.

"I understand," Trafalgar said.

There was one question left. The one he had been circling without naming.

"And you," he said. "What is your class?"

For the first time since the conversation began, Rhosyn hesitated.

The pause was brief, but unmistakable. When she spoke again, her voice carried a different weight.

"My class governs paths that should not be touched lightly," she said. "Dimensions. Transitions. Diverging destinies. The points where realities overlap and separate." Her eyes met his. "I walk between what is, what could be, and what must not happen."

The words settled without ornament, precise and exposed.

Trafalgar stared at her for a moment, the implication unfolding quietly in his mind. The scale of it did not overwhelm him. It simply expanded the horizon a little further than before.

"...Wow, that’s badass." he said.