After the officers left the room, Trevor lay back down on the bed and took the opportunity to organize his thoughts.
"Lucius? I don't remember anyone with that name… not in either life."
He sighed.
"Well… I guess all I can do now is wait. Hopefully the police believed what I told them."
Time passed quickly for Trevor.
Before he realized it, the door to the room opened again.
A man stepped inside.
He was wearing a brown suit with a green tie. His hair had already turned gray, cut short, and he had a rough, unshaven beard. His eyes were blue—exactly like Trevor's.
When he looked at the boy, his serious expression softened.
He slowly approached the bed.
"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.
"I'll be taking you with me to our family's homeland."
Trevor remained silent for a few seconds.
"I… don't know what to say."
Lucius replied with a faint smile.
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"And we'll make up for the time we've lost."
After that, Lucius's expression became 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.
With a saddened expression, he simply nodded.
Lucius picked up a small bag.
"Well, I brought some clothes for you."
He placed them on the bed.
"I'll leave them here and wait outside."
It was a small black suit with a red tie.
At last Trevor would wear something other than a hospital gown… although the circumstances were far from pleasant.
He quickly put on the shirt and pants.
But when it came time to put on the tie, the trouble began.
He tried one way.
Then another.
But it looked more like he was tying a shoelace than making a proper knot.
With a sigh, Trevor stepped out of the room.
Lucius was leaning against the wall beside the door.
He turned his head toward his grandson.
When he saw the state of the tie, he burst out laughing.
"Haha! I should have expected this."
Trevor's face turned red with embarrassment.
Before he could say anything, Lucius stepped closer.
Calmly, he undid the strange knot Trevor had made.
"First, you let the longer side hang lower… about knee level."
He demonstrated each step patiently.
"Then you cross it over… under… through… and pull."
In just a few seconds, the tie was perfectly arranged.
Trevor looked 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.
In the end, he simply nodded with the expression of someone who clearly hadn't understood anything.
Lucius laughed again.
"Haha, don't worry. You'll have time to learn when you're older."
He 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.
The funeral passed quickly for Trevor.
Everything felt distant.
Unreal.
He and his grandfather remained until the end of the ceremony.
Standing before two gravestones.
The first read:
Leon Belmont
The second read:
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.
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.
He remembered his mother's last words.
Be strong, Trevor.
Before he realized it, he was sitting by the window of a private airplane.
Outside, painted on the fuselage, was the Belmont family emblem.
"Trevor."
He heard his grandfather's voice and looked away from the window.
Lucius was 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.
He took a deep breath and began speaking.
"It was night… when I heard noises coming from downstairs."
His hands tightened slightly.
"I went to see what was happening… and I saw Mom fighting two huge werewolves."
He paused for a moment.
As if he were reliving the scene.
"I got scared and made a noise… one of them heard me and started coming toward me."
Trevor took another breath before continuing.
"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 that attacked her into the other."
He lowered his gaze.
"She told me to run… while she handled the two of them."
Trevor closed his eyes briefly.
"So I ran… I ran as far as I could… until I passed out."
Lucius listened in silence.
His face was serious.
His hands rested on his knees, gripping the fabric of his pants so tightly that his fingers tensed.
After a few seconds, he let out a long sigh.
"Alright."
He looked out the window for a moment.
"I'll place a bounty on those two werewolves in the Boston region."
Then he turned back to Trevor.
"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.
Then he spoke 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.
"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."
Lucius placed a hand on Trevor's shoulder.
"Your mother lived as a true Belmont."
His voice grew firmer.
"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.
"Become someone like her."
Lucius continued.
"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.
"Well."
He pointed 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.
With a new determination rising in his chest, Trevor 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.
"How quickly time passes."
And just as his grandfather had said…
Time passed quickly.
Soon the plane began to descend.
They had finally arrived in Romania.
The new home of Trevor Belmont