Sweet Coffee Beneath the City Lights
The two won nodded and drove back to the D’Aurelius Family estate.
The black luxury car slowly disappeared into the night traffic of Valemont, its taillights lting into the glowing river of neon beneath the city skyline.
Inside the vehicle, both Lina Ashford and Liza Voss remained unusually silent.
Neither woman looked relaxed after tonight’s events.
Killing Evan this ti ant they had completely broken ties with the Obsidian Wing organization.
There was no turning back now.
The Obsidian Wing never forgave betrayal.
Especially not betrayal involving the death of one of the Obsidian Kings.
The cold wind brushed past the car window as Lina closed her purple eyes for a mont, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
"We need to get stronger," she muttered softly.
Liza sat beside her quietly, her petite fra leaning against the seat while her black eyes reflected the passing streetlights outside.
"Mm."
That was the only answer she gave.
But both won understood each other perfectly.
What awaited them next would not be peace.
It would be revenge.
Blood-soaked revenge.
So now, all they wanted was to cultivate desperately and break through to the mid-stage Silver Realm as quickly as possible.
Only then could they stand beside Julian D’Aurelius and truly help him.
anwhile, on the other side of Valemont—
The silver sports car glided smoothly through the lively evening streets.
Soft music played quietly inside the car while warm golden streetlights swept across Julian’s sharp features one after another.
Amara Ravenswood sat in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, hugging her small shoulder bag against her chest.
Her long brown hair fluttered gently from the slightly opened window.
Ever since witnessing Julian heal the injured earlier, her mind had been completely restless.
The thods he used...
The precision...
The terrifying understanding of the human nervous system...
It was like watching a miracle unfold before her eyes.
"Brother Julian," she suddenly called softly.
"Hm?"
"How did you stabilize Elder Tyson’s breathing with only three needles earlier? His internal energy was already collapsing."
Julian rested one hand casually on the steering wheel and replied lazily,
"The silver needle didn’t stabilize him. I redirected the flow first, then used the needle to suppress the backlash."
Amara blinked rapidly.
"But that shouldn’t be possible with normal Acupuncture Theropy..."
Julian chuckled lightly.
"That’s because you’re approaching dicine too rigidly."
He glanced sideways at her.
"Ancient dicine isn’t dead knowledge. It changes depending on the body, emotions, breathing rhythm, blood circulation, and even fear."
Amara listened seriously, her hazel eyes shining brighter and brighter.
The more he explained, the more inspired she beca.
At tis she would hurriedly take notes on her phone.
At tis she would simply stare at him in admiration.
This man really was absurdly talented.
As the car approached the Ravenswood Clinic, Amara suddenly pointed excitedly toward a brightly lit comrcial street nearby.
"Brother Julian, stop the car. I’ll treat you to so coffee."
A newly opened café stood beside the road.
Warm yellow lights glowed through the glass windows while young couples lined outside chatting happily.
The rich aroma of roasted coffee beans drifted through the air.
It looked incredibly lively.
"Sure."
Julian parked the car by the roadside.
The mont they stepped out, the chilly night breeze swept across the street.
Amara imdiately grabbed Julian’s wrist and pulled him toward the line before he could even react.
As she tugged him forward, her soft fingers slid naturally across his palm.
Her petite body moved close beside him.
Every step made the fullness of her chest brush lightly against his arm through the thin fabric of her clothes.
The warmth was impossible to ignore.
[Damn, can she take advantage of so openly?]
[I treat you like a sister, and you’re craving my body.]
Julian cursed inwardly with a helpless expression.
These won...
Every single one of them was dangerous.
Amara nearly choked on air after hearing his thoughts.
Her beautiful face instantly turned crimson red all the way to her ears.
Especially when she realized her boobs were still pressing against his arm.
She hurriedly loosened her grip slightly, glaring at him with embarrassed annoyance.
This idiot...
Who was craving his body?!
Still...
Her heartbeat sped up uncontrollably.
Then she suddenly rolled her eyes mischievously and decided to retaliate.
Turning toward him, she spoke openly,
"I was just checking the scar on your palm. It’s still there after all these years."
Julian blinked.
"The scar on my palm?"
He lowered his gaze toward his right hand.
Under the café lights, a faint white scar could still be seen near the center of his palm.
mories slowly surfaced in his mind.
Back then, the Ravenswood Family and the D’Aurelius Family had an extrely close relationship.
Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood visited the D’Aurelius estate every month for treatnts.
Young Amara always followed behind her grandfather like a tiny little tail.
At that ti, she was still a petite girl with ssy brown hair who loved stealing desserts from the D’Aurelius kitchen.
The two of them had practically grown up together.
One afternoon—
A giant aggressive wild boar imported from Japan for the D’Aurelius hunting grounds sohow broke free from its enclosure.
The beast was enormous.
Its tusks were sharp enough to pierce tal fencing.
Young Amara had been terrified when it suddenly charged toward her through the garden.
The more she ran, the more aggressively it chased her.
Just as the beast was about to crash into her—
Julian rushed forward without hesitation.
He shoved her aside and blocked the boar himself.
The beast’s tusk tore across his palm while trying to gore him.
That scar remained even now.
Later that night—
The D’Aurelius Family chefs roasted the entire boar over charcoal fire.
The aroma filled the whole estate.
Seeing Julian injured because of her, young Amara cried angrily while eating nearly two giant plates of roasted boar at.
Thinking about it now, Julian suddenly laughed.
"Oh, I rember now. Honestly, that roasted boar at tasted pretty good."
Amara stared at him speechlessly.
"All you rember is the taste, huh?"
She sounded both amused and exasperated.
Her hazel eyes curved beautifully as she shook her head.
"We’re almost up. What do you want to drink?"
Julian glanced toward the café nu lazily.
"Pineapple juice."
Amara blinked.
"Coffee shop... and you order pineapple juice?"
"Pineapple is good for n."
Julian replied seriously.
Amara imdiately understood what he ant.
Her entire face exploded red again.
"You—you shaless idiot!"
She nearly choked from embarrassnt.
Julian looked completely innocent.
"What? I’m talking about vitamins."
Amara bit her lip hard, trying not to kick him.
This man absolutely did that on purpose.
A few minutes later, it was finally their turn.
The café worker handed over Amara’s caral coffee and Julian’s iced pineapple juice.
Warm steam rose gently from the coffee cup while tiny droplets of water slid down the cold pineapple glass.
The night atmosphere suddenly felt peaceful.
Relaxing.
For the first ti tonight, the tension from the martial arts hall slowly faded away.
Amara took a small sip of her coffee.
Her eyes narrowed happily.
Girls truly loved sweet things.
Especially after stressful monts.
Julian casually sipped his pineapple juice beside her while leaning against the roadside railing.
The cold breeze ruffled his black hair slightly beneath the city lights.
Amara secretly glanced at him.
Tall.
Handso.
Reliable.
Strong.
And sotis unbelievably stupid.
Her gaze slowly drifted toward his lips touching the straw.
Then toward the pineapple juice in his hand.
A strange thought suddenly appeared in her mind.
She hesitated for a second before gathering courage.
Looking up at him with bright eyes, she asked softly,
"Brother Julian... do you want to try my coffee?"
She lifted the cup slightly toward him.
Then her voice beca quieter.
"I want to taste your pineapple juice too."
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