After a relaxing fifteen minutes in the bathroom, I was greeted by a stern-faced Sarah; her mood perplexed as to why she was looking at like this.
"We're going to be late, young master,"
She asserted herself with a solemnity in her tone that called for an explanation, which I refused to provide.
"Alright, let's get moving."
I replied, rejecting her cryptic stare and motioning with an outstretched palm for her to lead the way.
"Sigh..."
As she began to direct , she sighed quietly, her breath carrying a trace of impatience.
"I heard that sigh."
I responded, slightly amused, only to be t with more stillness.
'And she's now ignoring .'
She was definitely acting like a jerk, in my opinion.
We arrived at the dining hall after a short walk. As I pushed the door open, I noticed three people already seated: a middle-aged man at the head of the table, a 12-year-old boy, and a 12-year-old girl to his right.
"You're late, brother,"
As I hurriedly took my seat, the young girl spoke up, her words falling on deaf ears. I was more concentrated on the assortnt of delicacies in front of .
Marine Morton, a recognizable figure from the ga one of the sub-heroines. she was dressed in a pink frock that suited her long purple ponytail and flaunted the kind of baby fat that signaled she was far from mature.
"He's always late,"
Her twin sibling added his two cents, mirroring his sister's attitude. I was uninterested in their comntary. The kid, with his navy blue trousers, brown shirt, and matching purple hair, resembled Marine, though he was less talkative.Daniel Morton is his na.
I tuned out the noise and focused on the platters of food in front of . I hadn't had such a wide range of dishes in years, so I took advantage of the opportunity to try a little bit of everything.
"Your awakening is scheduled for the following week.Be ready."
My father's words cut through my concentration.
Looking up, I noticed the middle-aged man in front of , who appeared to be Eden's father. His muscular build and short beard were complented by a mixture of purple and white hair, indicating his strength and age.
His na is Aldric Morton, and he is the Duke of the kingdom.
"Yes".
I responded with a simple nod because I wasn't interested in talking to him but his words did interested ,
But my concentration on the food was unaffected by that.
My thoughts returned to Eden, who had grown increasingly arrogant after his successful awakening, displaying a remarkable affinity for all the fundantal elents of magic.
My mind was filled with mories of the ga's chanics. I rembered that the awakening process included exposing children aged 13 to 15 to mana, which determined their future path.
Those with sufficient talent could beco magicians, while those with less talent could beco knights—the two main paths to power in this world. Becoming a knight was also a difficult task, as awakening one's aura early allows for more ti for growth.
My musings drew deeper into thought, causing to feel strange. How could I, a person with notoriously selective mory, have such vivid recollections of a ga that I played a decade ago?
[It is, indeed, a mystery.]
'Indeed,' I responded subconsciously, lost in thought until I realized sothing inside my head had spoken.
"And Eden, I must insist that you cease your drug use; it's been months since your engagent was called off."
My father's stern voice summoned back to the dining hall, but his reprimand went unnoticed because I was preoccupied with the inner voice in my head.
"I'll be in my room," I said, quickly rising from my seat and leaving the table, determined to avoid any attempts to detain .
"I'm talking to you, Eden," the table's leader said, his voice authoritative, but I had no intention of giving in to his demands.
"Do I need your permission to move now?" I fired back, turning to face him with firm resolve. I refused to submit to his authority simply because he was Eden's father; I had my own set of standards.
"You don't talk back to your elders, so show so respect," he admonished, his tone becoming sharper for a mont.
'Fuck the elders,'
I thought but didn't say it out loud because it would be too disrespectful, and I don't want to ss up before I have a plan to get out safely.
"I. Will. Be. In. My. Room" .
Before I started walking out of the hall, I said it again, empathizing with every word.
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