Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 58.2
Chapter 58.2
“Light and darkness attributes are rare,” Robert began.
“.…”
“Especially a mage born with both.”
“….”
The silence stretched, the air growing thick with unspoken words. Feeling the need to say something, anything, Izeline spoke.
“Rober—”
“The capital…”
Her voice was cut off by Robert. He managed a single word, then paused, as if struggling to continue. His gaze averted and fell to the floor.
“The capital has Krug’s patients, too.”
“….?”
“I was thinking… maybe I should go up there, too…”
His voice trailed off, shrinking to a whisper.
Izeline’s heart ached.
‘This fool. What is he saying?’
She saw his hands clenched tight around his trousers as if clinging to a cliff edge. The memory of children screaming and fleeing at the sight of his dark, scarred hands echoed in her ears. She knew how much courage it had taken for him to say those words…
“Thank you.”
Izeline gently placed her hand over his fist.
A subtle tremor, invisible to the naked eye, passed through him to her. Robert looked up at her, his eyes tense. He swallowed hard, looking like a criminal awaiting judgment.
‘Even though he’s done nothing wrong’
“Thank you for thinking of me.”
“.…”
“But you don’t have to.”
“….”
Izeline smiled brightly.
“I told you. I like being here with you.”
The tension in his hand eased. Her smile softened.
“I’ll try to learn some of Master Gerald’s defiance, the kind that ignores even the Tower Lord.”
* * *
A heavy snowfall overnight had left the ground blanketed in a soft layer of white. The sculptures, the fountain, and the manicured gardens, all shimmering silver in the sunlight, made the already beautiful grounds of the Stephil Academy even more dazzling.
But to Arsen, the scene was merely tedious.
Sitting by the window, idly twirling a pen in one hand, he stared at the textbook propped on his bent knee. His gaze, however, was unfocused, his mind elsewhere.
‘Why haven’t I heard anything?’
It had been a while since he bestowed the audience token.
‘Just a little longer, just a little longer.’
He had told himself, but more than six months had passed. Although he had given it to her in spring, and now winter was approaching, there was still no word.
“She wouldn’t be ignoring me…”
He felt a prickle of wounded pride. But his pride also prevented him from asking why she hadn’t come to see him. Young Master Michael had described her as intelligent.
‘Perhaps she didn’t understand.’
But that didn’t seem to be the case, either.
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