Chapter 112 (1/2)

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Now that I look at it, when I left the Nest of the World Tree, most of the humans I’ve met kept talking about those disasters. I think those disasters may have been caused by the fragments of magic when Lucas fought the World Tree.

So what? It’s not like I did anything. It’s just that dumb old World Tree throwing a hissy fit and scattering magical powers all over the world.

Lucas scratched his head in confusion.

Lucas, who not only recovered but exceeded the powers of his olden days from absorbing one of the branches from the World Tree, was a fully mature man by now.

A most handsome figure of a man appeared under the shimmering moonlight.

His hair seemed a bit long and messy but I didn’t cut it because I was lazy.

He didn’t really have a solid reason to visit the tower today.

He just came over here in boredom, having consumed something far better than what he had been expecting to (the Fruit from the World Tree) and fully recovered his magical powers.

But something bugged him the second he stepped into the tower.

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“Who the hell’s been here?”

Probably because he left the tower without taking any preventative measures right after waking up from the deep sleep, there were signs of intruders.

The red eyes engulfed in darkness were cold. A chilly smile was on his lips.

“This bitch must be begging for death…”

Lucas expressed sincere disgust and muttered along.

“How should I kill you…”

The moonlight shined on the mage in the tower once again after so long.

The world was to be rattled again, with no one knowing.

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“Father, I’ll be off for now.”

Ezekiel closed the door and went outside. He wanted to greet his father, who came back from the long outing.

Ezekiel let out a low sigh, standing on the corridor.

His face was covered in exhaustion. His father, too, was tired from everything going on these days.

“Ezekiel?”

A voice called him from not too far away. I turned my head and found Jennette watching him from the shadowy end of the corridor.

“Jennette.”

“Are you coming back now?”

It’s been a while since Jennette came out of her room by herself. I used to hear her weeping whenever I passed by her room after Mrs. Rosaria’s death.

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Ezekiel couldn’t look after Jennette ever since because he had left the mansion right when she died.

“Yes. I wanted to check on you since it’s been so long since I left the mansion. I’ll be going again tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna leave again tomorrow?”

Jennette hesitated for a second and asked back. Ezekiel thought of her voice as peculiar and examined her face for a moment. But because they were too far apart, or because of the darkness that lay upon her face, he couldn’t get a grasp of how she was.

Or it could be that he’s just very tired right now.

“Jennette?”

“N-nevermind. You must have a busy day tomorrow too. Please, get some sleep.”

She whispered after not saying a word for some time.

“Yes, I will. You take a rest too.”

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“Alright. Good night.”

Ezekiel didn’t drag the conversation any longer and walked away.

She paid close attention to the footsteps dissolving in the heavy silence.

But they did not stop; Jennette was left completely alone not too long after.

Her rose-red lips frowned somewhat as it spoke for her mind.

If it were some other time, he would have comforted her but she knew why he had acted in such a stubborn manner.

He was constantly on the lookout for the missing Princess Athanasia. The only thing on his mind was Athanasia so he didn’t have the emotional capacity to care for anyone else.

Jennette walked towards her room, startled. As she came back, the moonlight shining between the windows greeted her.

How would he react if he knew the very person he was looking for was in this room merely hours ago?

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Jennette felt guilty for hiding this much important secret.

But that was also what Princess Athanasia wanted. Not to tell anyone about her visit here.

Jennette walked towards her bed, muttering herself excuses.

On the white blanket was the interwoven bracelet. Jennette held it in her hands and brought it towards her chest.

Even though it wasn’t all that fancy, it meant a lot for her because it was Princess Athanasia who gave it to her.

The more she thought about the time she had spent with Athanasia today, the more her heart beat with excitement and anticipation. Spending time with her had always been sweet and happy.