Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Hannah arrived, presenting a platter of dehydrated fruits. She wore a look of anticipation, her hands folded in front of her, as if she sensed Ian had summoned her with an intent. Ian, meanwhile, was still basking in the radiance of the day outside the window.
Is there anything else you require?
Hannah, how are the younger ones faring?
Ever since they began dining at the restaurant, leftover food had become plentiful. Not just Hannah, but the other kitchen workers also found their pockets brimming.
Because of you, theyre thriving. Its a bit of a whirlwind, going about all day, but, she laughed boisterously. The persistent laughter, fueled by filled bellies and the deepening bonds among her family, was all credited to Ian. All the subordinates understood that he had made provisions for them.
Thats a relief to hear.
Do you need me to carry out a task?
Moving a step closer to Ian, Hannah was resolved not to let a single whisper slip past her. Ian kept his back to her as he declared, Hannah, I need you to deliver a message to Mother.
While speaking, Ian was busy embedding his brooch with magic. This was to prevent their private conversation from reaching Derghas ears. Given that both her and him were effectively illiterate, he had no other option.
Alright. What is the message?
At last, an opportunity to reciprocate! Hannah sealed her lips tight, as if prompting him to issue his instructions. A flash filled the window, but she ignored it, attributing it to simple sunlight.
Inform her to meet me at Fortlogas section 3 park for lunch tomorrow. She should disguise herself.
Is that all I should relay?
Also, tell her that Ive received the funds.
This might be their first point of contact. It would cause complications if Ians mother, under the impression it was a ploy by Dergha, decided not to come. Hannah committed the concise details to memory.
Understood. I wont let there be any errors.
I apologize. I vowed not to involve you in such matters, but the urgency of the situation leaves me no choice.
The day they were waiting for was already the next one. There wasnt enough time to find an alternative solution. Hannah subtly lowered her head, accepting the responsibility, before retreating.
Ill depart now.
Help yourself to some snacks. Consider it your compensation.
Thank you! Master Ian!
Hannah pocketed the dried fruits while Ian remained gazing out of the window. What could be so captivating outside? She imagined the scene beyond the window, resulting in a smile. The only visible sights from there were the barracks and the residences of the soldiers.
Tomorrow, when you and Master Chel venture out, Mr. Deo will be accompanying you.
Deo?
Ians head shifted slightly, but not enough to reveal his eyes. As Hannah contentedly patted her bulging pocket, she confirmed, Yes. Its quite a coincidence that he has the day off today, despite the night training scheduled, isnt it? They mentioned that Mr. Deo was the only one available. Even though his left arm isnt fully healed, he claimed that it wont hinder him from escorting you two.
What happened to his arm?
You didnt know, Master Ian? He got intoxicated and fractured his left arm a fortnight ago. He said he had a brawl with some rogue, but everyone knows the real story: it was the wall of a pub he battled. Ive lost count of how many times this has happened.
Hannah chuckled as if she found the story comical. Ian also managed to muster a faint smile, yet it was evident that this Deo person would prove to be a formidable adversary.
Even after all that, hes still employed? And tasked with guarding two boys despite a wounded arm?
The insinuation in Hannahs statement suggested that this individual Deora, who had earned Derghas trust, was someone quite extraordinary. Ian casually swiped his hand across the window and acknowledged, Understood. Ill bear that in mind.
Yes. Should you require anything else, feel free to summon me.
Clack.
The child exited the room with a spring in her step. Only then did Ian, who had been busy concentrating his magical energy, swivel around. His gold-colored eyes returned to a shade of absinthe, and the glow of the brooch subsided.
Hmm, Deora.
While Chel might be an insignificant child, if properly maneuvered, this character named Deora could introduce unpredictability. Ian reclined on the couch, absently toying with the pouch his mother had handed him.
One week and one day.
That was the duration it took for Ian to part from the Bratz mansion. The carriage, dispatched by the fraught manager, appeared exactly at midday, ready to take the two young boys.
Master Chel. Sir Ian, this way please.
Deora was the man leading them. His visage marred by scars, hinting at a tumultuous past. He had an air of such significance about him that one might question if he could comfortably fit in the carriage.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
Whether it was deliberate or accidental, he subtly varied his terms of address for the two boys.
Are you traveling together?
When Mack asked while standing in front of the reception room door, Deo squinted as if he found it strange. Despite being a considerably rude act, Mack only crossed his arms. He was contemplating how to tackle this situation.
Please enjoy your meal and the academic discussions. I just need to be in a corner.
At his words, Ian turned his body around and looked up at Mack. Then, with a very slight raise of his eyebrow, he signaled, He came out of the mansion with us, we cant just have him watch us eat. Can you prepare an extra set of utensils and a wine glass?
Ian deliberately emphasized the word wine. It was said that the man who lived to eat had gotten drunk several times and even broke his arm. Surely, he would die without alcohol.
Mack hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, We havent prepared any wine.
After all, their guests were just children. In the absence of Count Dergha and Countess Mary, there was no justification for procuring alcohol. Surely, this child Ian must understand that
Do you enjoy drinking?
Eh? Well, it would be a lie if I said no.
Then follow me to the basement. We have a wine cellar there. Choose any bottle that pleases you. I apologize for the oversight; kindly wait while we prepare your place. After all, you are one of the guests.
Is this okay? Mack glanced at Ian and trailed off. It was perfect communication. As the child faintly smiled, Mack caught the hint and prompted Deo, adding, Theres quite a selection.
Its right downstairs?
In the building basement.
Deo sniffed and glanced down at Chel and Ian. There was no danger inside the building anyway. If Chel and Ian stick together, they should be fine for a moment. Plus, its not just anywhere, but the wine cellar of the government office! There would surely be an array of alcohol that people couldnt usually see.
Then. Well. I wont refuse.
Wait a moment. Dgor!
Mack opened the door to the reception room and called for Dgor. He whispered something to him and then instructed Deo to follow him.
Please come in, young masters.
Dgor took over Macks role and guided the guests inside. As always, Molrins gaze was gentle.
Please sit down. I hope the food will suit your taste.
The location was familiar; it felt like Derghas backyard had been simply transposed to this side. They exchanged greetings as they did the day before, and started their meal.
Oh! The school that young master Chel attends is nearby, isnt it?
Yes, its about a ten-minute carriage ride.
If there was anything different, it was the subject of their questions. The two of them poured their attention onto Chel as if to show off. Ian knew it was a clumsy deception, but perhaps it would work on Chel.
Father, they barely talked to Ian, did they? I didnt notice any other intentions. And todays conversation was
He was told to remember everything, so the boy was probably trying to memorize their words in his head. Ian chuckled at the image of Chels foolish appearance. After all, Dergha would check the brooch.
Alright, when will it start?
Ian quietly ate his meat. He was curious as well, as much as Dergha. Why on earth had they pulled him outside? He had a hunch, but it was just a hunch.
Ah!
Splash!
At that moment, Dgor spilled a bottle of water. Accurately, onto Chels pants. An old trick, but perhaps an effective one. Ian knew it was a signal.
Oh no! Are you okay?
Ahyes
Chels face turned red reflexively. His thighs were soaking wet, as if he had wet himself. Without changing his expression, Ian calmly put a piece of meat in his mouth and checked Dgors lines.
Do you want to change clothes?
I think you should change.
Itsits okay.
Wait a moment. I will tell the servant to quickly buy suitable clothes. Theres a decent clothes shop in the building next door.
Humming, Ian continued to eat with a calm expression, as if he knew this would happen.
Why dont you go yourself instead? Brother, you dont know the exact size since its not the clothing shop you usually go to, right?
Certainly, if he told the servant, he would come back up and convey that Chel should go himself. He knew it without seeing. Molrin sipped water and stared at Ian.
Isnt that right, Sir Molrin?
So lets stop wasting time and have a real conversation. The boy knew how to speak with his eyes.
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Chapter 11
Hannah arrived, presenting a platter of dehydrated fruits. She wore a look of anticipation, her hands folded in front of her, as if she sensed Ian had summoned her with an intent. Ian, meanwhile, was still basking in the radiance of the day outside the window.
Is there anything else you require?
Hannah, how are the younger ones faring?
Ever since they began dining at the restaurant, leftover food had become plentiful. Not just Hannah, but the other kitchen workers also found their pockets brimming.
Because of you, theyre thriving. Its a bit of a whirlwind, going about all day, but, she laughed boisterously. The persistent laughter, fueled by filled bellies and the deepening bonds among her family, was all credited to Ian. All the subordinates understood that he had made provisions for them.
Thats a relief to hear.
Do you need me to carry out a task?
Moving a step closer to Ian, Hannah was resolved not to let a single whisper slip past her. Ian kept his back to her as he declared, Hannah, I need you to deliver a message to Mother.
While speaking, Ian was busy embedding his brooch with magic. This was to prevent their private conversation from reaching Derghas ears. Given that both her and him were effectively illiterate, he had no other option.
Alright. What is the message?
At last, an opportunity to reciprocate! Hannah sealed her lips tight, as if prompting him to issue his instructions. A flash filled the window, but she ignored it, attributing it to simple sunlight.
Inform her to meet me at Fortlogas section 3 park for lunch tomorrow. She should disguise herself.
Is that all I should relay?
Also, tell her that Ive received the funds.
This might be their first point of contact. It would cause complications if Ians mother, under the impression it was a ploy by Dergha, decided not to come. Hannah committed the concise details to memory.
Understood. I wont let there be any errors.
I apologize. I vowed not to involve you in such matters, but the urgency of the situation leaves me no choice.
The day they were waiting for was already the next one. There wasnt enough time to find an alternative solution. Hannah subtly lowered her head, accepting the responsibility, before retreating.
Ill depart now.
Help yourself to some snacks. Consider it your compensation.
Thank you! Master Ian!
Hannah pocketed the dried fruits while Ian remained gazing out of the window. What could be so captivating outside? She imagined the scene beyond the window, resulting in a smile. The only visible sights from there were the barracks and the residences of the soldiers.
Tomorrow, when you and Master Chel venture out, Mr. Deo will be accompanying you.
Deo?
Ians head shifted slightly, but not enough to reveal his eyes. As Hannah contentedly patted her bulging pocket, she confirmed, Yes. Its quite a coincidence that he has the day off today, despite the night training scheduled, isnt it? They mentioned that Mr. Deo was the only one available. Even though his left arm isnt fully healed, he claimed that it wont hinder him from escorting you two.
What happened to his arm?
You didnt know, Master Ian? He got intoxicated and fractured his left arm a fortnight ago. He said he had a brawl with some rogue, but everyone knows the real story: it was the wall of a pub he battled. Ive lost count of how many times this has happened.
Hannah chuckled as if she found the story comical. Ian also managed to muster a faint smile, yet it was evident that this Deo person would prove to be a formidable adversary.
Even after all that, hes still employed? And tasked with guarding two boys despite a wounded arm?
The insinuation in Hannahs statement suggested that this individual Deora, who had earned Derghas trust, was someone quite extraordinary. Ian casually swiped his hand across the window and acknowledged, Understood. Ill bear that in mind.
Yes. Should you require anything else, feel free to summon me.
Clack.
The child exited the room with a spring in her step. Only then did Ian, who had been busy concentrating his magical energy, swivel around. His gold-colored eyes returned to a shade of absinthe, and the glow of the brooch subsided.
Hmm, Deora.
While Chel might be an insignificant child, if properly maneuvered, this character named Deora could introduce unpredictability. Ian reclined on the couch, absently toying with the pouch his mother had handed him.
One week and one day.
That was the duration it took for Ian to part from the Bratz mansion. The carriage, dispatched by the fraught manager, appeared exactly at midday, ready to take the two young boys.
Master Chel. Sir Ian, this way please.
Deora was the man leading them. His visage marred by scars, hinting at a tumultuous past. He had an air of such significance about him that one might question if he could comfortably fit in the carriage.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
Whether it was deliberate or accidental, he subtly varied his terms of address for the two boys.
Are you traveling together?
When Mack asked while standing in front of the reception room door, Deo squinted as if he found it strange. Despite being a considerably rude act, Mack only crossed his arms. He was contemplating how to tackle this situation.
Please enjoy your meal and the academic discussions. I just need to be in a corner.
At his words, Ian turned his body around and looked up at Mack. Then, with a very slight raise of his eyebrow, he signaled, He came out of the mansion with us, we cant just have him watch us eat. Can you prepare an extra set of utensils and a wine glass?
Ian deliberately emphasized the word wine. It was said that the man who lived to eat had gotten drunk several times and even broke his arm. Surely, he would die without alcohol.
Mack hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, We havent prepared any wine.
After all, their guests were just children. In the absence of Count Dergha and Countess Mary, there was no justification for procuring alcohol. Surely, this child Ian must understand that
Do you enjoy drinking?
Eh? Well, it would be a lie if I said no.
Then follow me to the basement. We have a wine cellar there. Choose any bottle that pleases you. I apologize for the oversight; kindly wait while we prepare your place. After all, you are one of the guests.
Is this okay? Mack glanced at Ian and trailed off. It was perfect communication. As the child faintly smiled, Mack caught the hint and prompted Deo, adding, Theres quite a selection.
Its right downstairs?
In the building basement.
Deo sniffed and glanced down at Chel and Ian. There was no danger inside the building anyway. If Chel and Ian stick together, they should be fine for a moment. Plus, its not just anywhere, but the wine cellar of the government office! There would surely be an array of alcohol that people couldnt usually see.
Then. Well. I wont refuse.
Wait a moment. Dgor!
Mack opened the door to the reception room and called for Dgor. He whispered something to him and then instructed Deo to follow him.
Please come in, young masters.
Dgor took over Macks role and guided the guests inside. As always, Molrins gaze was gentle.
Please sit down. I hope the food will suit your taste.
The location was familiar; it felt like Derghas backyard had been simply transposed to this side. They exchanged greetings as they did the day before, and started their meal.
Oh! The school that young master Chel attends is nearby, isnt it?
Yes, its about a ten-minute carriage ride.
If there was anything different, it was the subject of their questions. The two of them poured their attention onto Chel as if to show off. Ian knew it was a clumsy deception, but perhaps it would work on Chel.
Father, they barely talked to Ian, did they? I didnt notice any other intentions. And todays conversation was
He was told to remember everything, so the boy was probably trying to memorize their words in his head. Ian chuckled at the image of Chels foolish appearance. After all, Dergha would check the brooch.
Alright, when will it start?
Ian quietly ate his meat. He was curious as well, as much as Dergha. Why on earth had they pulled him outside? He had a hunch, but it was just a hunch.
Ah!
Splash!
At that moment, Dgor spilled a bottle of water. Accurately, onto Chels pants. An old trick, but perhaps an effective one. Ian knew it was a signal.
Oh no! Are you okay?
Ahyes
Chels face turned red reflexively. His thighs were soaking wet, as if he had wet himself. Without changing his expression, Ian calmly put a piece of meat in his mouth and checked Dgors lines.
Do you want to change clothes?
I think you should change.
Itsits okay.
Wait a moment. I will tell the servant to quickly buy suitable clothes. Theres a decent clothes shop in the building next door.
Humming, Ian continued to eat with a calm expression, as if he knew this would happen.
Why dont you go yourself instead? Brother, you dont know the exact size since its not the clothing shop you usually go to, right?
Certainly, if he told the servant, he would come back up and convey that Chel should go himself. He knew it without seeing. Molrin sipped water and stared at Ian.
Isnt that right, Sir Molrin?
So lets stop wasting time and have a real conversation. The boy knew how to speak with his eyes.
Chapter 11Hannah arrived, presenting a platter of dehydrated fruits. She wore a look of anticipation, her hands folded in front of her, as if she sensed Ian had summoned her with an intent. Ian, meanwhile, was still basking in the radiance of the day outside the window.Is there anything else you require?Hannah, how are the younger ones faring?Ever since they began dining at the restaurant, leftover food had become plentiful. Not just Hannah, but the other kitchen workers also found their pockets brimming.Because of you, theyre thriving. Its a bit of a whirlwind, going about all day, but, she laughed boisterously. The persistent laughter, fueled by filled bellies and the deepening bonds among her family, was all credited to Ian. All the subordinates understood that he had made provisions for them.Thats a relief to hear.Do you need me to carry out a task?Moving a step closer to Ian, Hannah was resolved not to let a single whisper slip past her. Ian kept his back to her as he declared, Hannah, I need you to deliver a message to Mother.While speaking, Ian was busy embedding his brooch with magic. This was to prevent their private conversation from reaching Derghas ears. Given that both her and him were effectively illiterate, he had no other option.Alright. What is the message?At last, an opportunity to reciprocate! Hannah sealed her lips tight, as if prompting him to issue his instructions. A flash filled the window, but she ignored it, attributing it to simple sunlight.Inform her to meet me at Fortlogas section 3 park for lunch tomorrow. She should disguise herself.Is that all I should relay?Also, tell her that Ive received the funds.This might be their first point of contact. It would cause complications if Ians mother, under the impression it was a ploy by Dergha, decided not to come. Hannah committed the concise details to memory.Understood. I wont let there be any errors.I apologize. I vowed not to involve you in such matters, but the urgency of the situation leaves me no choice.The day they were waiting for was already the next one. There wasnt enough time to find an alternative solution. Hannah subtly lowered her head, accepting the responsibility, before retreating.Ill depart now.Help yourself to some snacks. Consider it your compensation.Thank you! Master Ian!Hannah pocketed the dried fruits while Ian remained gazing out of the window. What could be so captivating outside? She imagined the scene beyond the window, resulting in a smile. The only visible sights from there were the barracks and the residences of the soldiers.Tomorrow, when you and Master Chel venture out, Mr. Deo will be accompanying you.Deo?Ians head shifted slightly, but not enough to reveal his eyes. As Hannah contentedly patted her bulging pocket, she confirmed, Yes. Its quite a coincidence that he has the day off today, despite the night training scheduled, isnt it? They mentioned that Mr. Deo was the only one available. Even though his left arm isnt fully healed, he claimed that it wont hinder him from escorting you two.What happened to his arm?You didnt know, Master Ian? He got intoxicated and fractured his left arm a fortnight ago. He said he had a brawl with some rogue, but everyone knows the real story: it was the wall of a pub he battled. Ive lost count of how many times this has happened.Hannah chuckled as if she found the story comical. Ian also managed to muster a faint smile, yet it was evident that this Deo person would prove to be a formidable adversary.Even after all that, hes still employed? And tasked with guarding two boys despite a wounded arm?The insinuation in Hannahs statement suggested that this individual Deora, who had earned Derghas trust, was someone quite extraordinary. Ian casually swiped his hand across the window and acknowledged, Understood. Ill bear that in mind.Yes. Should you require anything else, feel free to summon me.Clack.The child exited the room with a spring in her step. Only then did Ian, who had been busy concentrating his magical energy, swivel around. His gold-colored eyes returned to a shade of absinthe, and the glow of the brooch subsided.Hmm, Deora.While Chel might be an insignificant child, if properly maneuvered, this character named Deora could introduce unpredictability. Ian reclined on the couch, absently toying with the pouch his mother had handed him.One week and one day.That was the duration it took for Ian to part from the Bratz mansion. The carriage, dispatched by the fraught manager, appeared exactly at midday, ready to take the two young boys.Master Chel. Sir Ian, this way please.Deora was the man leading them. His visage marred by scars, hinting at a tumultuous past. He had an air of such significance about him that one might question if he could comfortably fit in the carriage.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.Whether it was deliberate or accidental, he subtly varied his terms of address for the two boys.Are you traveling together?When Mack asked while standing in front of the reception room door, Deo squinted as if he found it strange. Despite being a considerably rude act, Mack only crossed his arms. He was contemplating how to tackle this situation.Please enjoy your meal and the academic discussions. I just need to be in a corner.At his words, Ian turned his body around and looked up at Mack. Then, with a very slight raise of his eyebrow, he signaled, He came out of the mansion with us, we cant just have him watch us eat. Can you prepare an extra set of utensils and a wine glass?Ian deliberately emphasized the word wine. It was said that the man who lived to eat had gotten drunk several times and even broke his arm. Surely, he would die without alcohol.Mack hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, We havent prepared any wine.After all, their guests were just children. In the absence of Count Dergha and Countess Mary, there was no justification for procuring alcohol. Surely, this child Ian must understand thatDo you enjoy drinking?Eh? Well, it would be a lie if I said no.Then follow me to the basement. We have a wine cellar there. Choose any bottle that pleases you. I apologize for the oversight; kindly wait while we prepare your place. After all, you are one of the guests.Is this okay? Mack glanced at Ian and trailed off. It was perfect communication. As the child faintly smiled, Mack caught the hint and prompted Deo, adding, Theres quite a selection.Its right downstairs?In the building basement.Deo sniffed and glanced down at Chel and Ian. There was no danger inside the building anyway. If Chel and Ian stick together, they should be fine for a moment. Plus, its not just anywhere, but the wine cellar of the government office! There would surely be an array of alcohol that people couldnt usually see.Then. Well. I wont refuse.Wait a moment. Dgor!Mack opened the door to the reception room and called for Dgor. He whispered something to him and then instructed Deo to follow him.Please come in, young masters.Dgor took over Macks role and guided the guests inside. As always, Molrins gaze was gentle.Please sit down. I hope the food will suit your taste.The location was familiar; it felt like Derghas backyard had been simply transposed to this side. They exchanged greetings as they did the day before, and started their meal.Oh! The school that young master Chel attends is nearby, isnt it?Yes, its about a ten-minute carriage ride.If there was anything different, it was the subject of their questions. The two of them poured their attention onto Chel as if to show off. Ian knew it was a clumsy deception, but perhaps it would work on Chel.Father, they barely talked to Ian, did they? I didnt notice any other intentions. And todays conversation wasHe was told to remember everything, so the boy was probably trying to memorize their words in his head. Ian chuckled at the image of Chels foolish appearance. After all, Dergha would check the brooch.Alright, when will it start?Ian quietly ate his meat. He was curious as well, as much as Dergha. Why on earth had they pulled him outside? He had a hunch, but it was just a hunch.Ah!Splash!At that moment, Dgor spilled a bottle of water. Accurately, onto Chels pants. An old trick, but perhaps an effective one. Ian knew it was a signal.Oh no! Are you okay?AhyesChels face turned red reflexively. His thighs were soaking wet, as if he had wet himself. Without changing his expression, Ian calmly put a piece of meat in his mouth and checked Dgors lines.Do you want to change clothes?I think you should change.Itsits okay.Wait a moment. I will tell the servant to quickly buy suitable clothes. Theres a decent clothes shop in the building next door.Humming, Ian continued to eat with a calm expression, as if he knew this would happen.Why dont you go yourself instead? Brother, you dont know the exact size since its not the clothing shop you usually go to, right?Certainly, if he told the servant, he would come back up and convey that Chel should go himself. He knew it without seeing. Molrin sipped water and stared at Ian.Isnt that right, Sir Molrin?So lets stop wasting time and have a real conversation. The boy knew how to speak with his eyes.
