Chapter 113: June

Since June had already located him, he entered the room to join them in the drawing room.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.

"No," June said.

At the same time, the other person responded, "Yes." Andryl wore an annoyed expression, studying Warden as if questioning who this guy was. Finding Warden to be nothing to be worried about, he turned to June.

"We are finished here, Andryl," June stated as she stood up. "Now if you leave to my appointment now."

"You are not making the right call," the elf guy said as he stood up reluctantly. "I will talk to you later."

Warden watched him leave and turned to her. "What's his deal?"

June shook her head, offering no explanation. "Sit down. I will make some tea."

"I don't need anything," Warden said.

"But I do," she replied and hurried to the kitchen. Perhaps she thought he might ask uncomfortable questions, so she quickly excused herself. Warden sighed and waited for her to return. He was curious with a burning question about what it was all about, but he did not press when she returned with the beverage.

He sipped his tea, silently studying her face. "Are you leaving?" he asked.

"No," June said firmly and instantly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"That's a relief," Warden said as he slumped back on the couch, visibly relieved.

June gave him a look but remained silent for a while, not even asking why he was here.

Obviously, Warden came with the excuse of instructing her on Runesmithing, but before he could even get to that, she opened her mouth to say:

"I'm not in the mood for more training today."

"That's fine," Warden said. "You haven't had dinner yet, right? Just relax here a bit, I'll make you something nice."

"No, there's no need," June tried to argue, attempting to stand up, but Warden held her shoulder and pushed her back onto the couch.

"I've got this," he reassured her. "Just give me some time."

Warden quickly surveyed the kitchen, searching for the remaining ingredients. Considering she had cooked non-stop for him a couple of days ago with various nutritious and spiritually rich dishes, there wasn't much left. There were only leftovers, like red potatoes, cabbage, and other vegetable, along with eggs. Of course, he found flour and rice too.

After a few seconds of deliberation, he settled on vegetable fried rice.

A couple of minutes later, June entered the kitchen, bored being alone in the drawing room. By the time, he had cut all the vegetables into small pieces, so he asked her to just watch from the background. Warden moved around the kitchen with finesse and an unknown familiarity.

Warden nodded slowly, taking her palms into his. He clasped them softly, as if trying to reassure her, or simply giving the warmth of another person she could talk to. He finally understood why she didn't use her empathic power at all, other than for common telepathic messages and mind attacks.

Honestly, it should be impossible to do just that, as empathic powers tend to encompass everything while performing a single task. It takes serious self-regulation at the very minute to have this kind of effect. She probably had worked really hard in her comatose state, even though her trauma was far from being healed.

From what she said, it looks like she might have blocked it all, instead of reflecting on it...

"Since then, I was deviating from my actual path of a mind mage," June said. "After waking up from my comatose stage, I spent a year or two in the Elven Academy as well as the kingdom and finally decided to see the world for myself. The elders and others did not bother me all that much since then, thinking I was only a disappointment in my family's name.

It just irritates me how they can come back now and tell me they can fix it."

"What about your family?" Warden asked. "Your father?"

"He went missing during the incident," she said, biting her lips. "The elders have already announced his death and completed his cremation even without his body."

"The accident that did all this," Warden asked hesitantly. "What..."

"I don't know what happened," June said. After closing her eyes for a while, she added hesitantly, "I fear I might have sealed those memories from my consciousness. All I learned was that it was a Calamity that attacked."

Warden sucked in a deep breath. he had learned tidbits about what these calamities were. Apparently, they were the greatest threat to this realm, all the taint, the cursed creatures, the fiends, they were the source of it. In ancient records, there were four of them, but only four of them lived now.

They say if the four of them worked together; they were enough to level the entire realm, and nobody strong enough would be there to stop them.

"They want to fix you?" Warden said. At the same time, he felt how wrong that sounded, as if she had anything wrong to be fixed. And as if trauma could just be fixed with treasures.

June smiled ruefully.

It was tragically funny how he was deprived of all his memories, and there she was, having sealed a part of her memories, most probably the life-changing memories of her life. Obviously, Warden could not judge her for not overcoming trauma. He had no place to say anything about that, and neither did the elf elders, nor Andryl.

"On second thought, perhaps I can use some brain-racking runesmithing to calibrate my mind off things," June said after they cleaned the kitchen and the dishes.

"Fine by me," Warden said. "Perhaps I'll show you something new today."

"You know I'm not a baby that you need to coddle up," she said as they returned to the drawing room.

"Of course not, you're a big girl," Warden laughed, "ready to become the mother of a baby herself."

Their runesmithing session went on for a long time, but nobody complained has hours passed by in minutes. In the end, Warden simply stayed the night at her quarters again.

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