Chapter 102: eting
Noah's pov:
'Here's a strange fact: murder a man, and you feel responsible for his life—possessive, even.'
'You know more about him than his father and mother; they knew his fetus, yes. But you know his corpse.
'Only you can complete the story of his life'--The thoughts visted like waves rolling in from the sea, to visit the dry sand.
Why was I thinking about life and death?
I don't know.
Perhaps because I was in the estate of the strongest mage of this world?
I don't an that Seraphina would be so mindless maniac who would kill for no reason at all but...
Sigh~
My eyes fixed on an elderly man who was standing atop the beautiful garden infront of .
His hands were in his pockets.
Black pant, white shirt—its sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms.
He stood facing away from , fixated on the sunflowers.
The sunflowers had their faces turned towards the east, basking in the warm embrace of the sun.
"The Seneschal, Mr. Liam"—the butler inford , the sa one who brought to this expansive garden that appeared to stretch on indefinitely.
The garden was very vast, several acres perhaps?
I couldn't tell.
Had pools and stuff.
"Right.",I said and started walking towards the Senseschal.
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Third Person's POV:
Liam looked at the ordinary sunflowers with his old eyes. He felt that soone was approaching from behind, but he didn't bother to look.
But suddenly, sothing strange began to happen —the sunflowers, which had been facing the sun, started to shift from the east.
Liam's eyes followed their movent.
Eventually, the sunflowers stopped, all of them facing the south.
Liam found it strange.
Sunflowers are supposed to face the sun, so why would they turn away and point towards the south?
No, the sun flowers didn't 'point' towards the south, it pointed towards a guy. It was like the flowers were bowing to him.
Effect of the Solaris Amulet of course, Liam didn't know.
Liam's gaze shifted from the sunflowers and t the sight of the young lad approaching.
The boy had one hand tucked inside his blue pant.
He was wearing a black shirt that accentuated his moonlit complexion.
Noah Grey—Liam guessed.
Liam didn't share the sa level of excitent as her excellency Seraphina when he heard that soone ca regarding the cure.
But now, looking at how Liam wasn't even able to sense the mana core of this young lad, certainly left him impressed.
Liam was a highly skilled mage, capable of sensing anyone's mana core in a hundred ter radius.
Concealing one's mana core is not an easy task either.
So, for a young lad like Noah to hide his mana core so effectively that it almost seed nonexistent, showcased his remarkable control over mana. A genius indeed.
'He looks so young, yet he possesses impressive skills',Liam thought. 'He even created that chess app... Quite an interesting kid',Liam pondered with fascination.
Liam was impressed.
"You don't need to be wary here, no need to conceal your mana core", Liam reassured.
Noah's face lit up with a subtle, gentle smile as if he had just heard sothing amusing. Stupid even. So he played along with the stupid misunderstanding, "I understand, it's just a habit."
Liam motioned for Noah to accompany him, and although Noah was perplexed, he complied.
Leading Noah to a different area of the facility, Liam spoke, "I've reviewed your reports. You're so young, yet you've already established a company?"
"Yes," Noah replied with a neutral tone, devoid of any trace of happiness or sadness.
"Quite an accomplishnt. You strike as soone genuinely capable of achieving great things. But I must admit, I have so doubts. You're just a student," Liam said.
"You have researched my background."—Noah said.
"Naturally. It's part of my job," Liam replied. He continued, "So, do you actually believe that there is a cure?"
"I don't 'believe' it," Noah said, a faint glimr of confidence shining through his otherwise impassive eyes.
Liam raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"You only believe in sothing when you don't have certainty", Noah stated confidently. "But I can tell you with absolute certainty that what I have is definitely the cure."
"It's a terminal illness."
"I'm aware. I've thoroughly researched the reports," Noah lied. "But I can assure you, I have the cure." Noah truthed.
Curious, Liam asked , "A potion? Herbal redy? Arcane magic? Or did you stumble upon sothing from so dungeon?"
"No, it's none of that. It's a purely dical and scientifically developed drug," Noah said.
"And who is responsible for developing this drug?"
"I am."
Noah noticed a skeptical expression appear on Liam's face, if only for a brief mont.
With his perception skill, Noah understood that Liam harbored doubts. Taking out a small vial containing a liquid, Noah extended it towards Liam.
Liam looked at the vial," This...?"
"The cure."
Examining the vial with a skeptical eye, Liam responded, "Our team will have to analyze its content to confirm its legitimacy. But if it checks out, we can replicate it."
"You should instruct your team not to attempt replication, they would be wasting there ti." Noah stated, with an emotion which was hard to read.
Liam asked,"Why's that?"
"They won't be able to reproduce a drug of this caliber, dically advanced as it is. At least not for another one hundred and fifty years."
Liam was bemused by the absurdity of the statent, but looking at Noah's eyes Liam was not sure if the statent was really absurd, or the absolute truth.
A butler approached Liam, and he turned his gaze towards Noah. "You can go and rest for today. If this truly is the cure, Seraphina herself will grant you an audience. The butler will show you to your room," Liam inford Noah.
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(LATER AT NIGHT)
Seraphina Darkthorn's POV:
I was sitting in my study, trying to focus on a particular magical research paper. The lamp on the side was providing light, the rest of the room was dark.
The lamp was the only source of light.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't focus on the research papers.
My mind kept drifting to another topic.
Hope, which is usually a comforting light in dark tis, was now gnawing at my stomach.
I was truly hoping that my daughter's prophecy is true.
However, with every passing mont without any positive news, hope was growing on my nerves like poison.
"I can't focus like this," I muttered, closing the file in front of . With a snap, I illuminated the room. Suddenly, with a click, the door opened, and Liam hurriedly walked in. His forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes wide in shock as he ca toward , shouting, "Madam Seraphina! You won't believe this!"
"Calm down, old man. And how many tis have I told you not to call 'madam' during informal hours?" I shook my head in disappointnt.
"No, madam, you have to look at this! It's working! It's working!"
"Can you please relax and explain properly? What's working? What happened?"
"The cure is working! Svetlana's cure! The guy who visited today gave a small vial of drug. After confirming it with our dical professional team, it's giving positive results when used in Svetlana's cells!"
I stood up imdiately, surprised by the news. "What?! Really?!" I snapped.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to contain the sudden burst of happiness. It felt like sothing funny was trying to crawl under the skin of my feet.
The excitent was boiling.
I tried to speak calmly, but I just blurted out, "That's great news! We should imdiately start the procedures to treat Svetlana!"
"Alright! Alright!" Liam said, but he seed to be thinking about sothing and added, "No, we can't."
"What do you an we can't?"
"We don't know how to administer the drug. It's definitely effective, but our dical research team has never encountered or seen such a complex serum before. The proper dical procedure for administering it is unknown. Only Noah would know."
"Noah? The guy who brought the cure?" I asked.
"Yes."
I cald myself and said, "Arrange a eting. I would personally like to et him. And regarding the cure, keep this matter within the walls of this manor."
"Understood," Liam replied.
***
The next day—
Noah's POV:
Anticipation, nervousness, excitent, fear, hope, truth, vision, life—these were the sensations occurring inside my body.
Elegance, decor, solemnity, honor, wealth, intricate chandeliers, prestige, art pieces—These were the elents surrounding .
My eyes bore witness, and my feet served as the chariot.
The hallway I walked through could be deed a work of art itself, with pristine, beautiful white walls and pillars adorned with golden designs and textured patterns, accompanied by rows and rows of exquisite chandeliers.
And, of course, there were butlers and maids everywhere.
And the maids were fucking beautiful!
Beauty here, beauty there, beauty is everywhere!
I was currently being escorted by Seraphina's personal assistant, Ophelia Delacroix.
And man, she was also fucking beautiful!
I didn't ask for her age, but judging by her appearance, I would estimate her to be around 22 or 24, the sa as . If not for the current circumstances, I might have already her out.
Suddenly, she glanced back at and gestured, "This way, please."
Following her lead, I finally ca to a stop at a door.
And when she opened it, I involuntarily asked, "Am I in heaven?"
Ophelia chuckled softly at my words, delicately hiding her lips with her hand. "Oh, I assure you that you are not." She made it clear that I was not in heaven.
[Don't worry, Master Noah. You are still very much alive]—Nano reassured.
But, my attention was quickly redirected by an unseen force of nature, drawing my gaze away from the heavenly beauty of the room to a woman gracefully seated on a chair.
With her dark red lips, porcelain-pale complexion, exquisitely sculpted visage, onyx white hair, black eyebrows, and piercing ruby red eyes.
'Seraphina Darkthorn...'—I thought, my heart skipping a beat.
"Please," she gestured towards , her velvety voice reaching my ears as if she was talking infront of . Voice magic, I guessed. "Have a seat."
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