Evin was left inside the room, hearing the voice's thoughts on the matter.
the voice comnted, the voice murmured.
Evin was still quite distraught, but since things weren't as mysterious as they were an hour ago, he had cald down a fair bit.
"Hey, are you from this city?" Arza asked suddenly.
"Yeah, from the 2nd grade district. You?" Evin replied.
"I'm from the nearby Smallwall town. Have you heard of it? I think the proper na for it is Jiha Town, though," Arza smiled.
"Oh, it's sowhere to the North, right?"
"Uh-huh, a day's travel by a carriage."
A brief silence ensued. The red-haired boy didn't really seem to mind it that much, but Evin felt a bit uncomfortable, so he started asking so random questions.
"By the way, is your father a mage? Considering he's so knowledgeable about these Talismans and whatnot."
"Yep. He's a graduate of the Arcvallen academy. He was talented enough to pass their entry examinations, even though he wasn't a noble, and he was also one of the smartest students at the ti. Cool, isn't it?" Arza smiled.
Arcvallen was the capital of the kingdom, so of course, their branch of the Academy was probably the most prestigious of them all. It was basically where all the talents in the kingdom gathered. So for Aran to stand out from among those countless prodigies, then he really was soone to be respected.
"If you don't mind, can you tell about it? This debt of your father's," the man's origins made Evin a bit curious about what the deal with him was, so he decided to try and ask.
"Dad doesn't allow to tell others about it, especially mages, so sorry," Arza replied, "But if you're worried about today's stuff… well, you don't have to worry much. It's sothing that happens all the ti."
It was a sha, but Evin couldn't push further with his questions when he was so clearly refused.
"No, it's fine. Sorry for asking."
"Ha-ha, why would you apologize for asking questions?" Arza asked with a laugh, "My father always said that to beco a proper adult, one had to question things endlessly. They just had to be careful of not overstepping one's boundaries."
the voice tooted.
"How about you? What about your family?" Arza asked casually.
Evin was a bit taken aback by the question, but he quickly cald himself down and started speaking.
"I usually live with my father, but I can't visit him for now. Thankfully, I netted a dorm room here, so I can focus on studying more."
"Hmm? What does your father do?" Arza asked casually.
"He's a blacksmith."
"What, really? Does he make magical swords and armors?"
"Unfortunately, no. He usually makes kitchenware utensils; stuff like ladles, spoons and pots. The one thing that resembles a sword are the kitchen knives he makes, I suppose. But sotis he gets asked to make other stuffs… like shovels and axes."
Arza looked slightly dejected hearing that armors and weapons weren't the only things that blacksmith made. Evin was used to it, since for whatever reason, every child seed to think the sa as Arza.
"Why can't you visit him, though? Since you're staying in a dorm room for a whole year, I'm guessing it's so pretty serious stuff, right?"
"Ah, he's uh, sick with sothing… We don't know what it is, but it looks kinda serious and he also thinks it's infectious."
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