Chapter 239: Ch 239: Let’s leave no Regrets- Part 1
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as Kyle neatly folded another shirt into his pack.
The quiet rustle of cloth was the only sound in the room—except for the occasional pitiful grumble from the lump curled up on his bed.
Queen lay there sulking, its back turned to Kyle, wings slightly drooped. It had refused to look at him since he’d started packing.
“You’re really being dramatic. I’ll only be gone a few days at most.”
Kyle said with a small smile, glancing over his shoulder.
Queen didn’t respond.
Kyle walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, placing a hand gently on its back.
“You’re in charge while I’m gone. Doesn’t that sound important?”
Still no response. Its tail flicked.
Kyle chuckled.
“Co on. Don’t act like I’m leaving you forever.”
Queen let out a faint, mournful chirp.
“You’re the fastest creature in this entire region. If anything happens, you’ll know before anyone else. I need you here. And… I promise I’ll co back. Lysander’s coming with anyway, so you don’t have to worry.”
Kyle said, voice softer now.
At the ntion of the dragon cub’s na, Queen finally stirred, cracking one eye open and letting out a soft snort.
“There you are. Knew you couldn’t stay mad forever.”
Kyle murmured.
Queen nuzzled against his hand grudgingly, clearly still unhappy but sowhat pacified.
A knock sounded at the door before Bruce stepped in, a bundle of papers in his hands. His face was unusually somber.
“Young master. ust a few last docunts to sign before you leave.”
Bruce greeted quietly. ”
Kyle stood and took the papers from him, quickly scribbling his na where necessary. Bruce remained silent for a mont, then finally blurted out,
“Are you sure about this?”
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve had days to ask that. Bit late, isn’t it?”
“I know.”
Bruce admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s just… I don’t know. I woke up this morning with this heavy feeling. Like sothing bad might happen if you leave.”
Kyle handed the signed papers back to him.
“Even if sothing does, I need to go. You understand that, don’t you?”
Bruce hesitated.
“I do. But does it have to be her?”
Kyle smirked.
“Silvy?”
Bruce grimaced.
“She’s not exactly the most… reliable.”
“Which is exactly why she’ll get us in. She does what she wants. And this ti, what she wants is to get to the elves.”
Kyle said.
Bruce sighed.
“I’m not reassured.”
“That’s a you problem. I’m counting on you and Queen to hold things together here. I’ll be taking Lysander with . Between the two of us, I doubt anyone would be foolish enough to attack..”
Kyle turned and zipped up his pack.
As if on cue, the dragon cub squeaked from its nest near the hearth, stretching its small wings.
Bruce gave it a wary look.
“You think the elves will welco you just because of that?”
“Not just welco. They worship dragons in place of gods”
Kyle replied.
Bruce raised a brow.
“And you think that little thing is god-tier?”
Kyle chuckled.
“Not yet. But it’s growing. And one day, you’ll be able to compare it to a god yourself.”
Bruce made a face.
“I’d rather not, if I’m being honest.”
“Unfortunately, we might not have a choice.”
Kyle said with a sigh.
Bruce looked like he wanted to protest but instead turned toward Queen, who had now taken a watchful stance near the window, its mood improved but not fully recovered.
“Fine. We’ll hold the fort. But if anything feels off, I’m coming for you.”
Kyle nodded.
“That’s all I ask.”
Bruce hesitated one more second before offering a crisp bow.
“Safe journey, young master.”
As he left the room, Queen nudged Kyle’s hand one last ti before bounding after Bruce to keep watch over the grounds.
Kyle strapped his pack, adjusted his cloak, and looked down at Lysander.
“Well, little one let’s go et your admirers. Unfortunately, you’ll have to stay hidden until it is ti.”
He murmured.
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The morning mist still clung to the grassy fields outside the village when Kyle stepped past the barrier, Lysander nestled inside his cloak.
Ahead of him, leaning against a tree with arms crossed and a bored expression, stood Silvy.
“You took too long. I’ve been waiting forever. Do you think my ti is worthless or sothing?”
She huffed as soon as she saw him.
Kyle blinked in surprise before offering an apologetic bow.
“Sorry, I didn’t an to keep you waiting. There were a few things I had to finish up first.”
Silvy’s ears twitched, and the redness in her face was impossible to miss. She glanced away, pretending to admire a nearby bush.
“Hmph. Well… just don’t be late next ti, or I’ll leave without you.”
Kyle smiled.
“Duly noted.”
Just as the two were about to set off, the sound of hurried footsteps approached them. Rachael ca running toward them from the village entrance, her eyes locked onto Kyle.
“Young master! Are you really planning to leave without ?”
She called out, a bright smile on her face.
Kyle paused, brow slightly raised.
“Rachael?”
She stopped in front of them and quickly caught her breath.
“I’d like to co with you. Soone needs to make sure you’re comfortable along the way. You’ve always looked so tired after trips like these.”
As she spoke, her gaze shifted sideways toward Silvy, her polite smile twisting ever so slightly into a smirk.
Silvy’s expression darkened imdiately, picking up on the provocation.
“What’s she doing here?”
Silvy muttered under her breath, ears twitching in irritation.
Kyle caught the tension instantly. He opened his mouth to politely decline, but Rachael pressed on.
“I’ve trained just as much as the others. I’m not weak, even if you think I am.”
Kyle sighed.
“It’s not about whether you’ve trained. It’s about whether you’d be a liability.”
“I wouldn’t be! You’ve never even given a chance to prove myself!”
Rachael insisted, fists clenched.
Kyle rubbed his temple. He could see it clearly—Rachael wasn’t going to let this go. She wasn’t here out of a sense of duty. This was pride. Competition.
“Fine, I’ll consider taking you with … if you can defeat Silvy in a fight.”
He said suddenly.
Both girls froze.
“What? Why am I being dragged into this?! This isn’t fair, Kyle!”
Silvy snapped.
Kyle simply looked at her.
“You said you weren’t doing anything important, and you don’t exactly mind flexing your skills.”
Rachael’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting the condition Kyle had set.
“Why do I have to prove my fighting skills? That’s not even my main role. I’m good at other things—healing, runes, support. Isn’t that enough?”
She protested, her tone tinged with disbelief.
Kyle sighed, rubbing his temple. He wasn’t angry—just tired.
“Rachael. You could be the best rune caster in the empire. You could have the sharpest mind and the steadiest hands. But none of that matters if you end up dead on the road.”
He said, his voice low but firm.
She flinched.
“I can’t be next to you twenty-four seven. No matter how strong I am, I’m not omnipresent. If you’re not able to protect yourself in the wild, then you beco soone else’s prey. And I don’t make a habit of burying my subordinates in roadside ditches just because they wanted to be helpful.”
H continued.
The cold finality in his words made Rachael’s hands clench into fists. Her expression twisted—sowhere between hurt and frustration.
She clearly thought it was unfair. But Kyle had already given her a reason, and pushing further would only make her look petulant. Swallowing her pride, she turned to face Silvy.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
She said through gritted teeth.
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