"Did sothing happen when I was unwell, dear?" lissa flinched upon hearing that question.
She dreaded this and never wanted to face the question, but she couldn't turn away from the reality either.
"What do you an, dear?" She asked, feigning ignorance, and thanked that she was facing the other side.
Adam softly ran his fingers on his wife's arms as he said, "You asked Adrian to return, but he hasn't responded...is there sothing you are hiding from ?"
After a few days of heaven, she was again being pulled to hell. How can she tell her husband, who has finally started to take a few positive initiatives in their relationship, that she has discarded his favorite child and kicked him out?
It would sour his feelings for her; worse, he might start to hate her.
lissa thought quickly and responded in her natural tone, "I...actually had an argunt with him regarding his engagent. As you know, he broke off from Olivia, and I just wanted him to think this over. That was the last ti I had a conversation with him."
She wasn't lying; the last ti she talked to him was when the Viscount arrived with the intention to annul the engagent. The only lie she told was the argunt part. As surprising as it sounds, Adrian very quietly agreed to leave the house in exchange for a very trivial compensation.
Adam humd as he removed himself from the blanket and sat at the edge of the bed.
lissa grew worried as she also got up and asked him, "Are you worried? I will go and talk to him-"
"No, I will go." Adam told her, "It has been a while since I visited the academy as well, and I can et Aria when I am there."
Ariana was quite close to Adam, since she used to visit their house often in the past. So, going there would allow him to et both his children. And using this opportunity, Adam would go out a little. It has been a while since he traveled.
lissa, on the other hand, felt her throat turning dry at the thought of Adam visiting his son.
If...he tells him what happened... no, no! She needs so ti to do sothing about this situation.
Ah!
"But, dear, I heard that the students' mid-term exams are starting in a few days. I don't think it would be right to disturb Adrian before sothing so important."
Adam humd...she was right. Adrian takes his job as a Professor seriously, and going there would waste a whole day at the very least. After all, Adam had so many things to talk about with his son.
"You are right. I will wait until the examinations are over. After that, let's go and et him, okay?"
"Mm-hmm." lissa smiled as she pulled him back into the covers, while her mind remained focused on how she could convince Adrian not to ntion anything about the agreent they had
She already discerned that Ariana would be of no help, which is why she was going to reach out to him directly this ti.
'I have to do sothing...I can't bear to lose my lord's feelings for .'
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Adrian was in his workshop, currently making the seventh trap, the second of today.
It was only afternoon, so he knew he would be able to finish at least four more today.
He was using Elana's attribute to make this artifact as well, however, he couldn't depend on a single elent for long. He would need soone else's help soon.
'But ..who would help ? I don't want to disturb them.' Everyone was quite dedicated to their studies these days. There were only three days left, and the whole school had beco a little too quiet these days
Even during recess, inside the common hall, every student keeps a book on their lap or beside their bowl, so that they can keep reading while eating.
The library has beco a hotspot in the academy, and barely anyone visits the gymnasium these days.
All the practical lessons have been suspended until midterms.
Every student who has enrolled in the Runebound Academy aspires to graduate with enough grades to secure a well-paid job. And more than thirty percent of the students wish to join the Tower.
That's why this phase is quite important to them...but it was a fact that Adrian couldn't ask for their help later as well.
Once examinations begin, they surely wouldn't be able to help because of obvious reasons. And two days after the examinations conclude, the Acolytes would attack.
He was thinking about what he should do when suddenly soone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Adrian asked as he hurriedly covered whatever was on the table under a cloth.
"It's , sir. Allen." The other side responded, and Adrian paused for a mont.
'What does he want now...' With a frown, he called out, "Co in."
The door parted, and the black-haired teenager stepped inside, while holding a tray on which a few books and two cups were placed.
"I thought you must be tired from working overti, so I brought you sothing." He smilingly said as he rested the tray on the table.
Adrian's brows elevated, "Caral pudding, huh...who told you I like them?"
"Senior Elana?" Allen responded, unsure if he should have lied.
Adrian never told Elana that he liked pudding, but it wasn't surprising that she knew about it.
He picked the cup and, after thanking him, scooped so fluffy sweet and rested it on his tongue.
It lted. So sweet. So comforting.
"Oh, and you can take the guidebook you gave , back with you. I couldn't find any use for it." Adrian told him.
The quickdraw sword art was not sothing he could learn easily, and he was now focusing more on building artifacts and learning the Third Thread, so he would rather keep himself away from a third topic of stress.
And for now, he has a weapon in possession that could save him from dangerous situations.
So he really didn't need the guide.
"Eh?" Allen's expression said he was shocked and disappointed, "So you are really not going to tune an armant for ?"
Adrian heaved a sigh, "So these books and pudding were a bribe, after all."
Allen closed his mouth and coughed, "I an...it's important to start the conversation on a sweet note. The chance of success elevates."
Adrian exhaled audibly, "You ...don't understand, Allen. The headmistress had forbidden from tuning weapons for anyone. There is a chance that my creations can be misused."
Allen's eyes were drawn to the table as he said, "If I have to do cri using my skills...then I can do that through any armant, no, Sir?"
Adrian's lips parted, but no response ca out.
Allen further added, "It's not the armant, sir, but the one who uses it that decides whether the power you bestow into the weapon is used for good or evil. And as for my request, I am in desperate need of your help so I can discover more of my second attribute. Trust , sir, I have never felt the second elent of mine as vivid as it felt when I held that wooden sword in the auditorium."
Adrian leaned back in his seat.
What he said was true. It's not the weapon but the person...but still, having too much strength can blind anyone.
Adrian looked up at Allen...those fiercely blazing eyes confused him slightly.
At this point, he hasn't faced any of such challenges that demand him to learn more about his second attribute. Then why....
"Okay, I will create a first-grade weapon for you, but...in exchange, you have to help -"
"Okay!" Allen slamd his hand on the table and instantly bolted out of the room, leaving the words behind: I will bring my sword!
Adrian exhaled a sigh, 'Well, having a powered-up protagonist during the ambush would be a plus point.'
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A/N:- Thanks for reading.
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